Announcing: the release of a new choral piece! Thanks to Judith Clurman who approached me about submitting a choral piece to be included in her choral series, De Profundis is now available from G. Schirmer. This is the first a cappella piece of mine to be published, and it was premiered by my friend Jeremy Faust and his ensemble, the International Orange Chorale. The voicing is SATB, the text is by Christina Rossetti (1930-1894 and yes, she’s a favorite of mine), and the music is by yours truly. Enjoy.
I was having a really great time blogging about my TV show until we got deeper and deeper into the process. For starters, my time at work got busier as more and more singers advanced week after week (so there wasn’t as much sit-around-and-blog time as there was before), but also, I started to realize that most of what I was doing on set was more or less confidential. Something interesting would happen on set and I’d think, oh, I can’t really write about that without getting in trouble with the network. So I seem to have stopped blogging.
Walking around a TV set all day, you begin to wonder who all of these people are and what they do. There are the obvious jobs: the hair and makeup people who carry their tools of the trade on their belts, the camera men with their cameras on their shoulders, the stage managers with their headsets and walkie-talkies. Even the guy who maintains the snack table (bless him) is usually holding a bag of chips or a case of water bottles. But my new favorite job, and one I never knew existed until I started working on TV shows, is the celebrity stand-in.
The thing about Hollywood studios is that they are Hollywood from the moment you pass through the front gate. As you’re parking your car, you have to drive past rows and rows of empty parking spaces that are being reserved for people who are more important than you are. My first day on my new TV show was Saturday, and even though there was no one else on the grounds, I drove my car up to the fourth floor of the parking garage in order to avoid parking in empty spaces being saved for the casts and crews of “Samantha Who” and “According to Jim” and “Geeks” and “CSI:NY.” Of course the really famous stars get to avoid the parking garage entirely. Ah yes. The hierarchy had begun even before the job had.
This is the third music-based reality TV show I’ve worked on, and though the job changes every time, the location doesn’t. It’s amazing to me that we are in the same studio now as we were two years ago when I had my first TV job. There are 23 studios on this 40-acre campus and we are in the same one. Okay, that’s fine. At least I know where the bathrooms are.
I also know where the craft services table is, and that’s dangerous. I had forgotten how hard it is to stay far far away from that evil table. On that first morning, there were more donuts than I had ever seen in one place at one time. But then again, this is a huge show, and there are hundreds of people on the crew. The hundreds of donuts were supposed to get everyone through the morning. By noon, sure enough, the donuts are gone and the snacks are out. And I’m serious when I tell you, if you have EVER snacked on it, it is on this table. The challenge then becomes to avoid the chips/candy/gum/soda/pretzels/dips/OMG Reese’s pieces as you walk past this table eighty-four times each day.
My job this time around is that I’m the vocal coach. In the past I’ve been everything from rehearsal pianist to click-track generator to celebrity handler to music clearance seeker to lyric transcriber to schedule coordinator to harmony teacher to lip synch monitor to orchestra conductor. (Watch footage from the GREASE days here.) But this time, I am simply the vocal coach. My job is to work one-on-one with all of the singing acts to make sure they are comfortable and that they sound as good as they are capable of sounding. Some of the contestants have lots of experience and a great sense of their own abilities. More often, though, they are just beginning. My two favorite moments so far have been teaching a 40-year old woman how to do a vocal warm up (She’s been singing her whole life and apparently no one has ever suggested to her that it might be good to get the voice moving a bit before she tries to belt an E-flat.) and suggesting to the twenty-something guy that it might be a bad idea for him to take a quick smoke break in the middle of our singing lesson.
The thing about being on set is that there’s an unbelievable amount of down time. I mean, SOMEBODY is always working (except for lunch, which in this case is catered on the ground floor of that empty parking garage. Yes, I’m serious.). But while they’re resetting the stage or refocussing the lights or getting the performer out of the hair and makeup truck, you’re sitting around waiting to be useful. Or in my case, you’re blogging.
All right. Show starts in 43 minutes. I’ve gotta go check in on my acts. Tune in on Tuesday and Wednesday nights between now and October 1st. As we used to say in Covington, Tennessee: it is certainly something to see.
In the course of my lifelong musical education, there are a few people who have said really perspective-altering things to me, and those little gems have changed the way I think about music. The same thing happens in the real world, too, like when you spend your whole life avoiding avocados because they’re so high in fat and then someone tells you it’s the “good” fat and actually they’re okay to eat. Perspective-altering. Life-changing. Anyway, one of those concepts popped into my head last week and I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so I will share it with you here, along with some of the other nuggets of wisdom various musicians have shared with me along the way.
One of the composition professors I had in college talked about using the concept of “gesture” as a writing tool. To this day I think it’s the most important thing I learned in music school: the idea that everything you write has to have gesture. Is your musical idea sweeping and lyrical, with overlapping phrases like the sight of a swimmer’s cascading arms? Is it pointillistic and choppy, like Sondheim’s music for George Seurat’s character in “Sunday In The Park With George”? What is the shape of the sound? I wish I could hear his lecture again, because I find it’s hard to explain the ideas. But I remember bringing music into my composition lessons and he would circle musical ideas on my scores and say, “Ah, this is a great gesture here,” and my assignment would be to sustain that musical idea for a page and a half before moving on to the next one. A gesture is small, like the three notes that sit on the lyrics “Bali H’ai” or the lilting beginning of the chorus of “I Could Have Danced All Night.” Those melodies have gesture. Shape. I think about it all the time.
For about the first 22 years of my life I was a solo pianist. I played classical music, tons of it, and many of the hours of my day were spent alone at my piano, practicing. My piano playing was a lone thing or, at most, an instrument to accompany a singer or another instrumentalist. It really wasn’t until I started playing piano in orchestra pits that anyone ever talked to me about the concept of TIME.
In music, “to have good time” means that you are a steady player, that all the beats of the music fall exactly where they are supposed to fall. Especially in jazz and swing music, and I suppose pop music, too, it means that you can play with a groove, that you can hold your own in a rhythm section (with a bass and drums, for example) without rushing or dragging the tempo. When you’re sitting alone in your living room playing the piano by yourself, you are allowed certain nuances to the “timing” of the music you play. Flexibility. Breath. Rubato. Even if you’re playing Bach, the strictest of the classical composers (and one of my favorites), you’re allowed to stretch a phrase here and there, to push and pull the tempo as you follow the musical line. When you’re playing with a swing band or jazz combo or, I don’t know, a Broadway pit orchestra, you are not. (Well, not unless you’re the conductor, but that’s another story.) In my first few years in New York I had a hard time knowing when I was supposed to be strict with my time and when I was allowed to be flexible. A music director told me once that in order to think about time, you have to acknowledge that all the beats are the same, whether you’re playing them or not. If you’re in 4/4, then every measure has eight eighth notes, and they all have to be exactly the same length. That’s easy to do if you’re playing all the eighth notes, but if the measure is half notes or whole notes, it’s awfully tempting to rush right through them. And if you did that, you would have horrible time. Aside from the professionals working in the industry, most of the pianists I hear playing Broadway music have bad time. It is one of the first things I notice, and if it’s not good, I will cringe through the entire performance. Now that you know about it, I bet you will, too.
3. WORKING FOR FREE
When I was first starting out as a music director in New York, I remember a fellow music director asked me that awful question, “So what are you up to these days?” It’s an awful question because you’re compelled to say something impressive since the alternative answer, the TRUTH, is “I’m trying to figure out how to pay my rent so I can keep doing this thing for a living.” I don’t even remember what I really had going on, but what I told her was that I had been offered work music directing a few things for free but that I was going to turn them down because I was too far along in my career to be working for nothing. And she raised an eyebrow and pointed out that some of the most valuable experiences she had had were on projects where she was working for free.
Of course she’s right. There are two adages that come to mind on this point. The first is “Work leads to work.” Invariably, some person involved with the project you’re doing for free will think you did a great job and recommend you for the next thing, which will actually be a paying job. Sometimes it’s even a GREAT-paying job. Having a presence in the industry is so important. Also, sometimes there are just things you believe in. There are benefits for causes you support. Showcases for projects you think are brilliant. Cabarets for actors you think are talented and unheard. And you just want to be a part of them. So you do them. I recognize that we can’t always afford to work for free, and I really, really try to make sure everyone who is working for me is getting paid SOMETHING, even if it’s a fraction of what he or she is worth. But since that conversation, I have thought twice about the “I’m-too-important-to-work-for-free” argument, for sure. The second adage is that you have to do a job because it makes you “rich, famous, or happy.” It’s really, really rare that one job will do all three. There are the money jobs that you take because the paycheck is too good to say no. Those are the “rich” jobs. Then there are the jobs you take because of the exposure you’ll get. The interviews. The time in the spotlight. The name-recognition. Those are the “famous” jobs. And then there are the jobs you take because you just want to be a part of the making of something exceptional. Those are the “happy” jobs. If we’re lucky, our careers are balanced with experiences from all three categories.
I have a love/hate relationship with jazz music. The way real jazz musicians think about music is so different from the way I think about music. When I was working on my first jazz-based musical theater score, right after college, I asked a big band leader if he would be willing to teach me jazz piano lessons. He declined, but he told me that all I had to do was listen.
I harumphed for a while, thinking what he meant was that I should listen to a lot of famous jazz recordings and just imitate what I heard. Ha. Easy for him to say. It is possible that he meant exactly that, but over the years I’ve come to think that maybe he meant I should listen more closely to the other musicians I’m playing with. Whenever I’m having trouble hearing myself in an ensemble or locking into the groove with the rest of the band, I play less. I guess for me anxiety leads to me feeling the need to POUND on the piano and make myself heard, and that’s usually disastrous. But if I play more softly, or more sparsely, or with more precision and less grip, the music falls right into place. Always. Unless the drummer has bad time, and then we’re all screwed.
In college I wrote for the school newspaper. Usually I wrote about musical things for the arts section — interviews with Joan Tower, John Cage and George Crumb, reviews of cast albums and at least one generally scathing essay about Andrew Lloyd Weber. In those days, we were responsible for making sure our articles fit exactly into the space they were allotted, and I learned a number of tricks about how to edit down an article without losing any of its content. (For example, in the sentence above I could easily have cut out the words “exactly” and “a number of” and “down” and “any of” and probably made this entire blog posting a line shorter.) Even if I’m not publishing an essay into a certain number of printed inches, I still think about those editing techniques, and I find they have made their way into my compositions, too. Knowing how to edit your work is just as important as knowing how to write it.
All right, that’s enough bloviating for one night. But I will share with you this fascinating article I found while googling “musical gesture” in hopes of finding a more illuminting definition than the one I wrote above. It has little to do with anything I wrote above, but you music geeks who made it to the end of this posting will really appreciate it.
“The Geometry of Music”
Time Magazine, January 26, 2007
PS Thanks to Michael Kurek, Ted Sperling, Kimberly Grigsby, Barry Levitt, and Andy Grogan.