In 1980, my family moved from Austin, TX to Omaha, NE. Shortly after moving there, I auditioned for the Omaha Area Youth Organization. I was fifteen years old and had been playing the violin for seven years to that point. I spent those early years studying and playing violin in the University of Texas String Project. It was a wonderful time for me and I built a solid base of music theory, literature, instrumental performance and ensemble play. But passing the audition and being welcomed into the OAYO opened new doors for me. First, it allowed me to play in an orchestra with woodwinds, brass, and percussion...not just strings as was the case in the String Project. This meant that I would also be introduced to a wider range of repertoire too. Right off the bat, in 1980, I played Brahms' Academic Festival Overture and the Finale of Sibelius' Second Symphony. But the highlight that season was Pictures at an Exhibition by Modest Mussorgsky. This is a hard piece for players in every section. I had to practice my ass off for sure.
When I started hearing and listening to music outside of the classical realm, I learned new terminology. In rock music, I heard words like riff and lick. A cool phrase or musical idea is called either a riff or a lick. Classical music is full of cool riffs and licks. Here's a great one that I spent many hours woodshedding. At the top of the page is the lick in question...these are the last six bars of the movement called Gnomus from Pictures at an Exhibition. You can see that the key signature is full of flats...six of them. There are also accidentals mixed in there too, as if it wasn't already hard enough. And it is fast...
If you practice something over and over, it's possible that you will never forget it, even after forty years. Riding a bike is a good example. Maybe swinging a golf club or throwing a baseball are also examples. In my case, I can still remember how to play this lick. I can't remember what I had for breakfast yesterday, but I can remember these six bars of music. Weird.
I have been learning how to play the electric guitar this COVID year. Learning something new, and hard, has been really fun and good for my mind and spirit. I decided I needed to play this awesome lick by Mussorgsky. Here it is on violin and electric guitar.
And here is Gnomus from Pictures at an Exhibition by Mussorgsky (1874 piano) and later orchestrated by Maurice Ravel in 1922.
Hi Timothy -- my name is Michael Joviala, but I used to be Mike Smith. I went to Burke, played clarinet and saxophone. Was in the Youth Symphony about the same time as you. I'm not sure if this is the Tim Hazlett that I remember, but on the other hand, how many could there be? You popped into my head for some reason. I looked you up, and here you are. (I think!) We didn't spend tons of time together, but you are one of my favorite humans from that time. (I didn't have many, actually. But another from that time is Steve Doyle. We've remained good friends.) Do I have the right Tim? Do you remember me? I'm a musician still, and a music teacher. Here's my blog if you're curious: www.jovialaworks.org. I live in Brooklyn now. I enjoyed your post, and will continue to check back... Happy 2021! If you're ever in New York, give me a shout!
ReplyDeleteHi Michael...yes Of course I remember you. And I am the right Tim! Time sure has flown by. I am glad you are doing well and are still a musician. I also remember Steve too. Music remains my passion. A few months ago I posted the recording of the OAYO of our Scherezade performance. You should look for it. Life is good. Be well!
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