Holy Pursuits

The other day I gave a Humanities class session about what I called Holy Pursuits in Music, featuring the music of J.S. Bach and U2. I asked students to write down one of their holy pursuits now or in the future. What they shared is a nice glimpse into the hopes and dreams of some of today’s college students, representing about a dozen countries of origin and more than twenty majors. Holy Pursuits

Where’s my watch?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NR2bGpzzub8

In Music Theory we’ve been studying modulations and more recently how they are used in sonata-allegro form. I showed the class a video I made a couple years ago in which I played around with how a silly text and narrative can bring to life the formal structure of this Sonatina by Kuhlau (Op. 20 No. 1, Allegro). The characters in the story sharpen the contrast between the Sonatina’s two themes. The story’s central problem helps us to understand the role of modulation during the exposition. Fragments of dialogue show how themes are played with during the development. The approaching resolution of the drama makes sense of the lack of modulation in the recapitulation. Finally, the story’s text helps the melodies sing and the phrases breathe. Adding words to instrumental music has always made me smile, and this video made my students smile as well.

EXPOSITION
Theme one (soprano)
Where’s my watch?
I cannot find it anywhere here
I’ve lost it
I need it
I need it very badly oh why can’t I find my watch

Theme one/transition (bass)
Well, let me help you dear
I’ll find it
Maybe not
Where is it?

Theme two (another soprano)
Oh hi!  What are you both looking for?
You are looking very stressed, how can I help you?
You really must stop losing things
I’m always bailing you out and
I am rather tired of it

Interrupted by the “wee” scales
Transition material and cadences:  Where is the watch?

DEVELOPMENT
Theme one fragments:
Where is it?
I need it
I want it
Please find it
Where is my watch now?
I cannot find it
I need my watch before I go to work

I’ll find your watch!
(Where is the watch?)
I’ll find your watch
(Where is the watch?)
WHERE is THE watch?!?

Transition material — mini-wees and a longer wee

RECAPITULATION
Theme one
Where’s my watch?
I cannot find it anywhere here
I’ve lost it
I need it
I need it very badly oh why can’t I find my watch

Transition
Well, let me help you dear
I’ll find it
Maybe not
Yes, I will! (change — not modulating to V)

Theme two
Oh my!  You’re still looking for the watch
And you do not seem to know just where to find it
Why don’t you look inside the fridge
You’re always putting odd things there
And yes indeed, right here it is

Cadence
Wee!
We found the watch!

Not liking the words

I tried to write a few times during this long silence, but I never liked the words.  As I read them back to myself I thought, “Who is this annoying person?” and that was that. Delete.

Part of the problem may have been my promise to blog a follow up to my New Year Agenda post. As it turns out, my need for agenda and structure is not unusual and writing about it went nowhere. Next.

As I practice piano these days I encounter questions and ideas I want to explore, some related to the WTC project, some not.  I am going to start writing again, perhaps some really short posts such as this one, to see if I can find some words I like.  Soon.

New Year Agenda Part One

On the Saturday before Christmas I felt a little lost.  There were too many random items on the schedule and so many possibilities to fill in the gaps that I operated in a daze most of the time, unsure of where to focus. The next day, however, had just the right amount of structure with church in the morning and open space in the afternoon to deal with the urgency of Christmas Eve approaching.  I made an agenda and lived into it, even though I did not complete it all.  I felt happy and alive that day.

The contrast between the two days helped me remember that I do better with an agenda.  It is sometimes fun to float freely through a non-busy portion of the day, and I need these times now and then.  But too much free floating leads to dissatisfaction and even a sinking into a perplexing sadness, the kind that makes you want to shake yourself — “You are so blessed!  You have so much, and today you even have time.  Why are acting like this?”

This past term was a heavy one in terms of teaching load and adjusting to new administrative responsibilities.  I teach a bit less next term, with an intense May term course to follow.  There will be plenty to do, but with a less harried daily schedule I know I will need to be very agenda-driven to use my time well.

So as we move into the New Year, I’m making some agenda.  Resolutions are wonderful but often seem to fade into February or March for me.  Agenda, however, has a way of providing a flexible structure. Agenda can be easily unrealistic, but usually there is some built-in grace — if one agenda item is not met, it can likely work just as well the next day or week or month.

Agenda works best for me when I share it with others, whether at the start of a class, lesson, meeting, afternoon with my family, or here. In my next post I’ll share my New Year Agenda.

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Paradoxes

Paradoxes

For a while I’ve been fascinated by the written assignments piano teachers give their students. Whether or not these are closely looked at, they are valuable artifacts of the term of study. Here is one for a chemistry major taking his second semester of lessons with me. I enjoy thinking about some of the paradoxes I find on this piece of paper — ideas that I hope to remember in my own practice and life:

• Detail work leading to more freedom, less care
• Slow enough for forward motion
• Heavy and relaxed
• Mindful repetition

 

From Smug to Chastened

Around midterm I was feeling smug about how busy we keep our students in my department.  I was fully aware, but newly reminded, of how much our music students are balancing.  They are working diligently at their full-time course work, have part-time employment, are involved in multiple ensembles, and practice their instrument several hours per day alone or chamber groups.  They say yes to opportunity and rarely complain. I find out from time to time about ways they are involved in non-musical ventures across campus and am further impressed. I am amazed at how well they balance these demands.

I was also feeling smug about my own level of activity and that it is good that I model the juggling of teaching and administrative work, a family life, involvement with a church community, and a commitment to my own writing and musical growth.  Sure, I deal with stress, don’t always get enough sleep, and wish I could give more time to most tasks, but generally it’s good.  Life is good.  I’m blessed to be busy and fulfilled and there is a certain thrill at that manic part of the semester when the pace is fast and ridiculous.  I thrive on it.  At least, I think I do.

There is this nagging worry, though, that maybe we are teaching and practicing the wrong thing. What if this ability to manage so many varied responsibilities, more than are really possible in one day, is not what we should be nurturing?  Too often any real exploration of an idea or in-depth problem-solving doesn’t happen because there simply isn’t time or space for the immersion that is required.  Too often we are doing too much with not enough sleep, exercise, time, or focused attention.

I know this extreme busyness is part of the semesterly cycle.   Papers, exams, juries, and grades will soon be done, next term a safe distance away, and we will all breathe. We will have, as a friend once described it, a good collapse.  We may even find some time to focus on a task we yearn to explore more fully.

In the meantime, what types of lives are we modeling and promoting?  I told a colleague about my smugness leading to a chastened state and she laughed and said, “Well, smugness is usually a warning.”  College students struggle with anxiety like never before.  I may post articles about the benefits of caffeine on Facebook, but just as much research is out there about the dangers of inadequate sleep.  What if some normally dependable students turn in sub-par work a little too often, have too many weeks of weak practice, or show signs of substance abuse or other harmful ways of handling the stress?  At what point will I demand that there be less on their plate and less on my own so various tasks get the quality time they deserve?

As per usual, I offer no real answers.  And I don’t want a conclusion that says a liberal arts degree scatters our attention too much, nor a finding that we need to lower expectations of our students’ musical growth.  I’m convinced that one can experience meaningful study in one’s primary discipline while being broadly educated and involved. I also recognize that any discussion of scattered attention today is incomplete without addressing technology and constant connectivity. I’m encouraged by ways we do have of capturing immersion and enabling focus in education. Certain projects, like a senior recital or thesis, demand it.  Intensive January or May terms and curricular requirements like a Study-Service-Term in another country are the definition of it.

But during the primary seasons of life we keep asking for more and glorifying the ability to do it all.  Chastened a bit, I will keep thinking about what current and future habits we are shaping with this glorification.

Ways of Knowing

The older I get, the more I know what I don’t know.  In high school and college I played piano with a clueless bravado that allowed my fingers to fly confidently over notes my brain did not fully understand.  Somewhere along the way I became a good sight reader. Was it those adolescent years in Kingston, Jamaica where I had more free time to practice?  Was it the high school choir accompanying I eagerly did?  My piano teacher in high school required regular playing from the hymnal — did this make me a good sight reader? Did it have anything to do with my constant intake of the written word?  The mysteries of why some pianists become good sight readers of Western notation and why others (often some of the best musicians) need more time to absorb the page in front of them are an ongoing hot topic in music pedagogy circles.  Good research is pointing the way to a combination of experiences and strategies.

However the mysteries are solved or remain, I better understand the downfalls of my sight reading abilities and sometimes wish I read less well. In college I was greatly challenged and wonderfully taught, and I played a lot.  But, perhaps in part because there was not enough struggle to read those notes, my knowledge became technical fairly quickly and theoretical awareness rarely surfaced in my individual practice.  My moment of truth (I think each musician has one) occurred in the spring semester of my junior year when I crashed and burned in a public performance of a Beethoven Sonata movement (it was Op. 10 No. 3, movement one, if you must know).  I had played it through from memory many times on my own and in front of my teacher, but I didn’t really know those notes on an cognitive level. I went into the high-stakes environment with an unfamiliar feeling of unease, perhaps finally mature enough to be subconsciously aware that other ways of knowing weren’t there to reinforce the motor-muscle memory in the fingers. The disaster and ensuing tears of mortification led to some of the most important conversations I had with my professors and began a turning point in how I practiced.  The innocence of clueless bravado lost, a new path was needed.

And yet, this turning point seems to be one of the longest curves of my life.  Now more than twenty years later, I still struggle to really know.  Today while practicing Bach’s delightful fugue in A major from WTC book one I felt that familiar learning-too-quickly habit take hold, the notes coming easily and my fingers and ears giddy with what they were doing and hearing — too much intake, too fast, without enough struggle to understand.  Of course the brain can’t be truly bypassed in this situation, and enough repetitions will eventually result in some actual knowing.  But, if I bypass the knowing struggle as my fingers weave their way through the material, I’m only inviting future trouble. So, I keep working at deepening the ways in which I know the music, in essence making sure the struggle is early in the process rather than late.

Here are the ways of knowing I now try to activate.  (These ideas are gathered from my teachers, my students, and various readings, but were particularly solidified when I read Geoffrey Haydon’s chapter “Memorization via Internalization for the Intermediate Student” in Creative Piano Teaching by Lyke, Haydon, and Rollin, 2011.)

1. There is the technical knowing, which I value more and more for its importance as I get older, even as I recognize it was too often my only route of knowing back then.  My fingers need more accurate repetitions than ever, to really have it.  I’m better at recognizing where they are close to faltering even if I can get through that moment, because under just a little bit of pressure, stumbles will happen in those places. There is no room for doubt in my fingers.

2. There is the theoretical knowing, which can seem overwhelming (so many notes!) until I remember that theory is any way of naming what I am doing.  I need ways of talking about musical passages, of identifying beginnings, middles, and endings.  Western music theory is my best path for this, even if I name a passage as simply as, “The place where the hand does the back-and-forth thingy with the E major triad.”  I have to be able to talk my way through an entire piece in one way or another.

3. There is the visual knowing, which has two parts.  First, I am increasingly aware of the photographic memory that develops when I’ve read a page of notation so many times.  (This is a useful way for me to review my knowledge, though not what I want to focus on in a memorized performance).  The other visual is recognizing and knowing the way my hands look on the keyboard when playing a given passage — the amazingly diverse topography found within those black key groups surrounded by just seven white keys.  Away from the piano, I find time to picture myself playing the piece; where I lose the view are places I need to better reinforce in my practice.

4. There is the aural, the knowing of the ears.  I’m learning to sing various melodic lines and practice improvisation on the patterns and harmonies from the music I’m learning.  Being able to trust my ears and improvise my way out of a trouble spot helps me integrate what is written. In the same way I envision myself playing the keys, I close my eyes away from the piano and hear my way through a whole piece to check my aural knowing.

And, finally:

5.  There is the body’s way of knowing.  Awareness of the physical gestures in use is an important part of this.  I am trying to pay attention to how different mechanisms are at work as the body plays various passages, from the feet to the sitz bones to the shoulders, head, face, arms, and fingertips.  Exploring and refining what feels best as the body experiences the music helps helps me recognize and trust the body’s knowledge of the musical experience.

Two final connections.

Until the most recent general education revision, the liberal arts curriculum at my college required each student to take one of two Bible courses  — either Reading the Bible or Knowing the Bible. In my advising sessions I often needed to remind myself that Reading the Bible was for students with previous biblical study background; it seemed to me that the other way around made more sense — that the more advanced course would be Knowing the Bible.  Our Bible/Religion department’s rationale was that you cannot read the Bible until you know how this canon was formed and organized.  Reading the Bible went much deeper into content and interpretation, and was for students who already understood the structure of the volume of books and how to approach a reading encounter with it.  This paradigm reminds me that much knowing goes into reading.  I know a lot already to be able to sight read music well, and it is a vital skill in my line of work. Knowledge makes reading possible. Repeated and mindful reading of any text leads to greater insight and satisfaction.

Recently I’ve noticed a change in how I respond to a familiar comment from students in their lessons. “But I know this.  I don’t understand why I’m not playing it better here.”  In the past I used this as an opportunity to explore nervousness and how to play through it.  Now, recognizing that insecurity about knowing (knowing what you don’t know) is often the main source of anxiety in performance, I respond, “You must not know it as well as you thought.  Let’s look at how you can practice so you know it exceedingly well, in a lot of different ways, and we’ll see if that makes a difference.”

I am still one who needs this lesson the most.

The best performance

Last night we had a music faculty recital with eight different performers to kick off our recital series for the school year.  The turn out was great and the reception afterwards was a fun gathering of college students, community folks, and children and their families who take lessons in the Community School of the Arts.

I played some Bach, of course — the two preludes and fugues I learned first for this project during the month of August. I described No. 13 in F-sharp major to the listeners as amiable and lyrical and No. 15 in G major as perpetually-moving and energetic. I also told the audience that I am taking on this project because I feel certain these preludes and fugues have much to teach me both technically and musically.  And while I didn’t say it last night, I’m convinced that attempting to learn the entire volume has a number of other life lessons to teach me as well.  Naming the idea of the music being my teacher somehow takes a little pressure off the live performance paradigm, this strange scenario with its deeply-set conventions and expectations.  I’m learning this music to learn, and performances in any setting are opportunities to share what I’ve been taught by the music, rather than to show what I can do.

Sharing what I learned went ok last night.  I felt the stress of balancing teaching, administrative and practice demands this past week, and became aware by Thursday evening that I was practicing with too much urgency and tension.  By Friday afternoon my left arm did not feel good, and I was struggling with some runs in the G major fugue. The opening pair in F-sharp major felt healing to me as an opener, and I tried to communicate the pure joy I feel when playing the G major prelude.  I took the G major fugue a little slower than usual and while it wasn’t the best performance I could give, I felt reasonably in control of its myriad themes and episodes.

This idea of best performance was one of the places my mind went after leaving the stage.  Relief merged with an all-too-familiar and so-often-echoed twinge of regret for musicians — it went better on my own!  I’m accepting it may always be so.  The best performances are often those when my family is asleep upstairs and I’m alone and done with my day, lost in the music at my Yamaha U1.  It’s nearly midnight, and I play masterfully.  No one else, except my cat Archie, hears this best performance. There is something a little bit sad, but also a little bit wonderful, about this.

I am…

A few years ago in one of my doctoral program classes the professor asked us to write three I am statements that were positive descriptors or identifiers.  We went around three times, saying “I am _____________” on each cycle. I’ve long forgotten what my I am statements were then, but I now repeat the exercise with the first meeting of the Senior Seminar class, a group of music majors in their final year of college.  The ritual runs the risk of awkwardness but the students never fail to make the room resonate with honesty and wisdom.

While the I am exercise can help nurture community in a classroom,  I’m also intrigued by the individual act of embracing the I am as preparation for practice. When we practice whatever it is we practice, whether a musical art or another art such as the auto restoration my spouse loses himself in, we bring everything we are. Naming the I am may mean it lingers through the practice, allowing the mind to mull over all matter of things while at work.  Sometimes, naming the I am helps us set what and who we are aside so we can proceed with the task at hand with a clear mind.  Both — the mulling over and the setting aside — seem to be important parts of my practice.

An I am collage from my students follows.  I love finding out who they are as I keep finding out who I am.

I am…

creative, realistic, a brother/part of a family, silly and therefore good at making people laugh, a creator of art in many forms, an extreme Googler, a Christ-follower, excited about understanding ideas, a small-town guy, a person who finds deep meaning in artistic expressions of the human experience, a runner, happy when working hard on something I am really passionate about, intuitive, chill, careful, a passionate performer, just the right size to be myself, a fairly stereotypical middle child, philosophical, joyful, able to do a single task for extended periods, energized by interactions with others, my body — I trust and care for my body, enthusiastic about my relationships with people, a singer, careful, a fighter, less introverted than I used to be, invested in peacemaking, caffeinated, an adventurer, inquisitive, a musician, generally joyful, a very hard and very conscientious worker, passionate about bringing potential out of others, a lover, wonderfully scatter-brained, an athlete, laid-back, interested in self-reflection, excited for the unknowns of my future, a hard worker, a lover of laughter, a child of God.