Teamwork

Right before the All-Star break, the KC Royals, my hometown team, had a series against the Blue Jays in Toronto where COVID vaccinations are required. Ten Royals players are not vaccinated for COVID and were not allowed to make the trip, including several of our best players (Benintendi and Merrifield).  It set off a loud debate here locally, and nationally, about freedom of choice versus commitment and teamwork. Here are some of my thoughts about the situation. 

Classical Connections: re-imagined.

Hi everyone,

I still love the written word, but I am also very comfortable making videos too. After 7 years of writing this blog, I am going to try and incorporate videos. We'll see how it goes!

Bach Alive, Figaro in Commercials

 

JS Bach published the Goldberg Variations in 1741. Many recordings have been made of this epic work for keyboard over the years, none more famous than the "bookends" of Glenn Gould's fabulous career...1955 and 1981. I like both, but if I had to choose, I would currently go with the 1981 recording. Fast forward to 2022. A Frenchman named Jean Rondeau has released his version of the Goldberg Variations...recorded on harpsichord. (Gould recorded them on a modern piano). When I first heard Rondeau's recording, I stopped in my tracks and immediately fell under his spell. This 281year-old work sounds brand new...fresh...alive. Musically speaking, this 31 year-old musician has a clear vision of what he wants to say and how to say it. Sure, he can play the notes....many keyboard players can play the notes...but Rondeau has a point to make and he seems to be saying that Bach means more to the world today than he ever has. I agree.

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I like to share examples of classical music being used in television commercials. Here's a new one for you: Armor All is a product you all probably have in your garage and use on your cars....I do. This commercial features music from Rossini's opera The Barber of Seville (1775)... the "famous" aria "La Figaro."

The producer/director could have used any music for their ad, but they chose this....a classical work. I applaud them for doing that!

My nose

There was a time in my life when I was obsessed with my nose....I hated it. It seemed huge. I was self-conscious about it. I was embarrassed by it. This was in that fragile period of adolescence when I was trying to make sense of the world and my place in it. And as I grew from a boy into a man, my nose seemed to be growing faster than the rest of me. I spent many hours with a hand mirror, standing in front of a big mirror so I could see it from the side view. I was trying to convince myself that it wasn't that big. Some days I was able to achieve that conclusion...but the next day I was back at square one. Thankfully, I can say that I was never bullied nor ridiculed by anyone in my family. Nor any of my friends or classmates. But comments were made: "You have the Hazlett nose"..."your nose is big"..."he's got a big nose too, like you." Things like that were said, but never in a mean way. It was just good-natured to them. But deep down, I was hurt.

Both my grandfather and my dad had "prominent" noses...but mine seemed more than "prominent" to me. So I made a decision to do something about it. First, I tried to cover it...there was a bump that seemed like a good place for a pair of glasses to sit on. So I decided that I was having trouble with my vision. And that resulted in my parents taking me to the eye doctor for an exam, which I faked to make the doctor think I needed a prescription for glasses. It worked. We went to the store to pick out frames, and in a matter of time I had a pair of glasses that sat on the bump of my nose and seemed to cover it up. In my teen-aged mind, it was a perfect solution and I felt free of the insecurity I had been living with. Well, this was great, except for I couldn't see very well with these glasses that I didn't really need. So after awhile, I knew this was not going to be a long term solution. My next option, one that I had been looking into, was plastic surgery-a nose job. There was a kid in my Junior High school that had an operation to pin his ears back so they didn't stick out so much. As far as I know, this was purely a cosmetic procedure, and he seemed much happier and confident after having it done. And there were two kids in High School that I knew had had nose jobs. One was a girl who had a broken nose and needed surgery to repair it...so it certainly was necessary, but she claimed it also improved the look of her nose. And there was another kid in my class who had a much bigger nose than I did, and he had a nose job just to make it look better. As far as I could see, once the bandages were removed and the swelling went down, he did look better. And he seemed happy about it. So that's when I decided to look into having plastic surgery. I wish I could remember more of the details for this story, but it has been 40 years, and I just can't recall many of them. But I did find my way...alone...to a plastic surgeons office for a consultation. I don't remember lying to the office staff about my age when I checked in. I filled out some papers and waited to see the surgeon. They called me back and seated my in a room. The doctor came in and took a look at me and the file they had created. "How old are you?" he asked. "16" I answered. "Are your parents here?" "No." "Timothy, I am not going to be able to have a consultation with you unless your parents are here with you. I am sorry that you were allowed in by yourself, but you have to be at least 18 to do this on your own. Do they know you are here?" "No" I told him. I am here alone. "If you want to have a consultation, you will need at least one of parents to be with you. I am going to have to call them and explain that you were allowed to see me, but that it was a mistake in the  admitting process, but that no such consultation was given. Do you understand me, Timothy?" "Yes sir...I understand. And I am sorry to take your time. I just hate my nose and want to have a nose job to make it look better." "Well Timothy, please understand the reason I can't meet with you starts with the fact that this is surgery...it is not some magical, casual procedure. And all surgery comes with significant risks. And there is no guarantee that the results will be perfect."

And that was the end of that. I felt terrible about not telling my parents in the first place. And I felt bad that the doctor seemed alarmed that I had taken this step on my own. So I went home and faced the music...I talked to my mom. I could also have talked to my dad, but as I remember it, he was not home when I got home. But my mom was, and I sat her down and told her what I had done. To her credit, she kept he cool....she didn't get upset or angry...she didn't cry. She gave me a hug and the best pep talk a son could ever have. She told me she loved my nose....that it had character...that it was just a part of the whole me, and she loved every part of me...and that many famous people had large, or prominent noses, both men and women, and she proceeded to list some names. She assured me that I would "grow into my nose" and that it was the nose God had created for me, and I was loved by God. 

These words sunk in. My dad was also very cool about it once she told him after he got home. And he and I had pretty much the same conversation too. So I took off the glasses, and I gave up the idea of having a nose job. I focused on the things that I loved...my violin, my guitar, sports, and girls. 

It was during this time shortly after my failed plastic surgery attempt that another important event happened. I was in a bookstore at the mall looking through a book about the Beatles, my favorite band. I glanced down the self and saw another book about the Who. The first line of the book, on page 1, started out "Pete Townshend simply hated his nose." He too had a very large and prominent nose, and he experienced many of the same feelings I had been dealing with. Like I said above, my mom named several famous people who had big noses....but none of them were people I was a fan of. But Pete Townshend...this connected to me immediately. He spoke about using his insecurities about his nose and his looks to fuel his dream of being a rock star. He played the guitar like a wild man, jumping about and windmilling his arm, all in an attempt to take attention away from his nose. And it obviously worked for him. 

There is a moment during the Who's concert in Philadelphia on 12/4/73 (you can hear the entire concert on YouTube) when Townshend is introducing a song call I Am One from the album Quadrophenia:

"When I was an ipper, I always used to feel the guitar was all I had. I could have been right, of course. I wasn't tough enough to be a member of the gang, not good looking enough to be in with the birds, not clever enough to make it at school, not good enough with the feet to make a good football player. I was a fucking loser."

So as I entered my Junior year of high school, I began to "forget" about my nose. Maybe I was growing into it. But armed with my admiration for Pete Townshend, I was beginning to not only accept it, but to be confident with it. He was a world famous rock 'n roll musician after all. 

Looking back now on that time in my life, 40 years ago, I am very thankful that I didn't have plastic surgery. I am very comfortable in my skin. And I can honestly say, I don't just like my nose, I love it, just like my mom told me she did. And it is the nose that God gave me, and I am glad I didn't change it. Adolescence is such a difficult time for so many people, and I know now I was neither emotionally nor intellectually equipped to make a major life decision such as having surgery. I was just a kid. Decisions such as these should made in adulthood, not childhood.

The Trill is Gone

 

Trill:  A quavering or vibratory sound, especially a rapid alternation of sung or played notes.

If you play or sing music from the classical repertoire, there is a better than average chance that you will come upon a marking of tr~ . This means a trill. Trills were very common for many centuries. Here are some examples for you:

Giuseppe Tartini wrote a famous violin sonata in the 1700's (it was published in 1799). It is know as The Devil's Trill.

Here are two examples of trills by Beethoven, first is his Violin Concerto in D major (1806):

and now is Piano Sonata no. 30 (1820).

Vocalists can also trill. It is very common in the operatic world. Check out Joan Sutherland, soprano:

Somewhere along the way, the trill must have fallen out of favor. I don't know about you, but I don't ever hear anyone in the world of popular music using trills. Howlin' Wolf didn't trill. Hank Williams didn't trill. Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra didn't trill. Where did the trill go? and Why did it go? Beats me. B.B. King said The Thrill is Gone. He could also say The Trill is Gone. 

But not completely. I found a couple of examples of trills being used fairly recently outside of classical music.

Here is Pete Townshend, guitarist for The Who from their famous 1970 Live at Leeds recording:

And just this month, guitarist Extraordinaire, Paul Gilbert, released a new album of Christmas Songs, one of which opens with a trill:

So there are still a few trills out there, maybe more than I realize. I would welcome your input. If you come upon any trills in non-classical music, drop me a line and let me know! Otherwise I will continue to echo....The Trill is Gone.

Big Impressions: NFL Films and Sam Spence, Composer

Even though baseball is my favorite sport, I also love football. Being from Kansas City, my parents became Chiefs fans when the Dallas Texans moved to KC in 1963 and joined the AFL as the Chiefs. Naturally, I became a Chiefs fan too. In those days, there was no ESPN or social media. There were one or two games a week to watch on TV each Sunday, and in 1970, Monday Night Football was born which added a third opportunity to see NFL football. The only way to see highlights of each game was to watch This Week in Pro Football, a production of NFL Films. Watching TWIPF was a must for me. NFL Films used dramatic music, slow motion action and vivid narration that brought each game to life in a theatrical way. The players and coaches seemed larger than life...almost mythical. But it was the music that caught my attention and did the most to create the story for each segment. 

Sam Spence (1927-2016) was the composer who brought these films to life.  He used a wide array of styles and instrumentation to fit the mood of the game. Here is a tune he wrote called The Ramblin' Man from Gramblin' being used for a Chiefs-Dolphins game from 1974:

Here is the music without the narration:

And here is my arrangement of Ramblin' Man From Gramblin' on the guitar:

Here's another great tune called The Over the Hill Gang by Sam Spence:

These two works and many others filled my childhood with great memories. Thank you Sam Spence.

Classics in Commercials: Patrick Mahomes and Beethoven for Bose

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yk38H2UtrLY

It seems ironic that the tag line for this Bose Earbuds commercial is "rules the quiet." The music you are hearing in this ad is the second movement of Beethoven's Symphony no 9. I'm sure you are aware that Beethoven was tormented with hearing loss, tinnitus, and eventually total deafness. Despite this cruel fate, he continued to write music. And as the story goes, while conducting the 9th Symphony at it's premiere, he didn't hear the audience's applause when it was over so the musicians had to turn him around to see how well it had been received. 

Beethoven sought medical attention throughout his life to deal with his hearing issues. But he certainly didn't have anything like the amazing technology we have today such as these earbuds being promoted by Kansas City Chiefs' quarterback, Patrick Mahomes. And I don't know if the creators of this commercial chose Beethoven's music just because it is incredible music, or if they were tapping into the story of Beethoven's hearing tragedy as a way to emphasize the power of their technology. 

I wrote about my hearing challenges in this blog a few years ago, and I called it "This is My Quiet." When the room is quiet, I don't just hear "nothing." I hear whirring and buzzing. My hearing has been damaged over the course of my lifetime from exposures to loud music and other everyday loud noises. Now I keep earplugs with me at all times and for all environments, be it in a crowded-noisy restaurant, a concert, vacuuming, or playing my violin. 

I like this commercial a lot because I love the KC Chiefs, Patrick Mahomes, and Beethoven.