Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Quote Book, Samuel Beckett Edition

"When you find that you're up to your neck in shit, all you can do is sing."

"Ever tried. Ever failed. No Matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Twirling, Twirling Towards Freedom

As some of you probably already know, I do gymnastics twice a week at the Chelsea Piers facility. It's a great way to take my mind off the stresses of school, and it's also a great workout that isn't just about running or lifting. Maybe it's the musician in me, but it makes me really Inside Happy to know that my workout is ultimately about creating something beautiful.

Anyway, it's been a really awesome gymnastic week for me: I got my roundoff/back handspring combination solid enough that my teacher wants to add a back tuck to it next week (!), and tonight in Apparatus Class I did three (three!) things I've never even attempted before--a giant on high bar, a front handspring on vault, and a shoulder stand on rings.

And because a picture is worth a thousand words, and a video is worth like several hundred photos per second or some shit, here are some YouTubes of what exactly the hell I'm talking about, performed by other people:

1. High Bar: Giant

2. Vault: Front Handspring (um, yeah, the first one)

3. Rings: Shoulder Stand

This guy cheated by wrapping his feet around the cable--it's much harder if you do it free.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Quote Book, Superhero Edition

"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he too does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you." -- Friedrich Nietzsche

"You must be the change you wish to see in the world." -- Mohandas Gandhi

Sunday, January 4, 2009

There is no "team" in C-O-M-P-O-S-E-R

One of the things I've hardcore decided to work on in 2009 is having more teamwork in my life. Everything I've been doing lately (lecture-based classes, composing, assistant work, gymnastics) is pretty solitary and isolating. Don't get me wrong--I love all of that, but it makes life pretty unbalanced.

There are literally hundreds of writings from famous smart people on how they deal(t) with the inherent isolation of being a writer, from Virginia Woolf's classic essay "A Room of One's Own" to Stephen King's recent novel-length On Writing. What's interesting about Woolf's take is that, to her, the denial of the right of isolation to women is what kept women out of the profession. Isolation was a necessity, a prerequisite, to the creative act (so was money, but Hank Paulson hasn't been returning my calls), and so her acquisition of that isolation was an act of conscious rebellion. Right on! Right?

Except: everyone pretty much agrees that isolation is necessary to create, but what about the hours when I'm not composing? I realized recently that I've been living a one-sided existence, filled to the brim with solitary intellectual or athletic activities, but almost nothing else.

It sounds heretical to say, but my happiest times have never been composing or writing moments. Writing is a JOB, and it's hard. In On Writing, Stephen King said that "you must not come lightly to the blank page." That's largely been my experience of the creative process: long, sleepless nights, intense focus that stays with me even when I leave the page, keeping me from the rest of my life like blinders. Doesn't that sound exciting? It is, except for, say, getting lost on my way home from the train because I'm so caught up thinking about THE MUSIC that I forget to stop walking at my building's front stoop.

I did a ton of soul-searching about this towards the end of 2008, and a few days before New Years Eve it hit me: my happiest moments have all been on some sort of team. My high school marching band (yes, it was as much work as a sport: we marched Stravinsky, Khatchaturian, and Ives. Ives.), the crew team, stage crew, pit orchestras, the cast of Into the Woods (the one production I will ever act in--it's over, don't worry). In college, the Symphony Orchestra, the Wind Ensemble, the Brass Choir, the Choral Arts Society, the insane pit orchestra performances, including--I kid you not--playing poker with the timpanist of The Magic Flute, on the timpani, between cues. I played trombone in the world premiere of my first symphony, Metropolis, in 2007, and that was pretty much the zenith of what I imagine my ideal creative process would be. I wrote the piece for my friends, and played it with my friends.

So how exactly am I going to deal with my teamwork deficit? Someone recently suggested sort of offhand that I should join the Gotham Knights, New York's superamazing gay rugby team (!). I'm assured there are rugby positions for my body type (read: small), and I inch towards the Spring boot camp (boot camp?!) with an equal mix of excitement and, um, fear of giant owies.

There's also this thing I keep talking about with several of my Juilliard composer-classmates about, oh, you know, starting a band. But shh, that one's very hush hush.

Photo from www.despair.com: Order the full print here.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

To make an end is to make a beginning

I'd like to take a moment to wish you all a happy, healthy, and prosperous (against all odds, it seems) 2009! 2008 was a kind of crucible for me, the stuff films are made of: it was really tough sometimes, but I made it through a stronger and smarter person.

Resolutions are a pesky sort of thing to deal with, if you think about it. Every major cultural signal we get regarding resolutions says that they're great to make, but, um, you're gonna break it sooner or later. No one ever makes it. It takes a lot of courage to stand up to that assumption.

I'm only making two resolutions this year--one physical, one psychological--and both are the kinds of resolutions that, if I keep to them, will change everything.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Quote Book: T.S. Eliot

"For last year's words belong to last year's language, and next year's words await another voice.  And to make an end is to make a beginning." - T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding"

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Out of / Into Annapolis

I just arrived for a little holiday snooze and chill break with family in Annapolis, Maryland, home of the United States Naval Academy.  It's a really charming little city, with excellently preserved architecture and supremely awesome Southern food.  I haven't been out of the city for longer than a few hours since the summer, and a little country R&R is exactly what the doctor ordered.  I love New York and will defend it against any hater, but sometimes it can just wear me down.  That's usually when I come down here.

First orders of business till Friday evening: eat, sleep, watch TV, write.  Ahhh...

And by the by, a documentary about gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender alumni of the Naval Academy is in the works by retired submariner Steve Clark Hall.  Lead:
One captain in the Marine Corps had to sign the confining orders to send a lesbian to jail, but was so disturbed that the next day the officer, who was also gay, submitted his resignation papers. Another man, from the Naval Academy Class of 1958, was kicked out of the military because his name was found in the address book of a "known homosexual." Other gay men and lesbians left the service because like Steve Clark Hall, a nuclear submarine captain who retired after a 20-year Navy career, they could no longer bear the burden of harboring an enormous secret about their identity. "I was tired of being single and not being able to live life the way I wanted to," said Hall, 54, who has begun gathering these stories for Out of Annapolis, the documentary film he is making about gay and lesbian alumni of the Naval Academy.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Shut Out (Again)

Along with millions of my fellow gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender Americans, I was shut out of the collective joy over Barack Obama's election to be the next president of the United States by the passing of Proposition 8, which banned gay marriage in California.

And now I, along with all those same millions, will be shut out of the collective joy over Barack Obama's inauguration to the presidency by his selection of Rick Warren to deliver the invocation.

Mr. President-Elect: You have said that your selection of Pastor Warren was intended to send a message of inclusiveness. Well, here's my message of inclusiveness: We are Americans, too, and "inclusion" must include us.

I hope you will honor your desire to give all Americans a day we can be proud of.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Stay Tuned:

The end of this week also means the end of finals at J-Town (!), and with that:

  • a writeup of the Juilliard Orchestra's performance of John Corigliano's Symphony No. 1
  • a writeup of the Orchestra of St. Luke's performance of Osvaldo Golijov's Ainadamar
  • lots of other stuff that's been kicking around my head lately.

Sunday, December 14, 2008


A big, big, BIG congratulations to my friend Austin Wintory, who was just shortlisted by The Envelope as a contender for the Best Original Score Oscar for his work on Captain Abu Raed.

Austin and I spent a few years of our undergrad life together at NYU, and he's not just an incredible composer, but he's one of those unbelievably laid-back and super-nice Rocky Mountain types. Maybe it's the thinness of the air? But seriously, folks, he's a great guy, and it's pretty awesome to see his name alongside all those others. He deserves every bit of it.