Capturing Sound

Capturing Sound
By Mark Katz
Uni­ver­sity of Cal­i­for­nia Press, 2004
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The many var­ied forms of sound record­ing and play­back tech­nolo­gies, begin­ning with Edison’s inven­tion of the phono­graph in the 1870s, have undoubt­edly changed the ways in which we lis­ten to and dis­sem­i­nate music. Mark Katz argues that beyond this, record­ing has in many ways altered music itself: it has changed per­form­ers’ approach to play­ing music, com­posers’ approach to writ­ing music, and has has even spawned com­pletely new musi­cal gen­res. In Cap­tur­ing Sound, Katz pro­vides a num­ber of case stud­ies, each explor­ing one of these “phono­graph effecs,” as he calls them. His dis­cus­sions encom­pass a vari­ety of musics, rang­ing from clas­si­cal and jazz to hip-hop and techno.

Katz begins by out­lin­ing what he sees as the seven most impor­tant char­ac­ter­is­tics of sound record­ing tech­nol­ogy (e.g. tan­gi­bil­ity, repeata­bil­ity, and manip­u­la­bil­ity). It is these traits, singly and in com­bi­na­tion, that give rise to the var­i­ous phono­graph effects Katz addresses in the remain­der of the book. He then pro­ceeds to give a short his­tory of not of early record­ing tech­nol­ogy, but of the var­i­ous ways in which early record­ing and (espe­cially) play­back equip­ment found its way into Amer­i­can culture.

The first real phono­graph effect Katz tack­les is the dis­sem­i­na­tion and rapidly grow­ing pop­u­lar­ity of jazz in the 1910s and 1920s. Jazz was really the first genre to ben­e­fit dur­ing its for­ma­tive years from the porta­bil­ity and repeata­bil­ity of sound record­ings. Katz pro­vides a pretty good sum­mary of this phe­nom­e­non, but I’m not sure he really adds any­thing to what pre­vi­ous writ­ers have done. With his next topic, though, Katz enters what seems to be new ground.

Vio­lin­ists, on the whole, increased their use of vibrato around the begin­ning of the twen­ti­eth cen­tury. This fact seems to be widely rec­og­nized, but lit­tle time has been devoted to deter­min­ing the impe­tus for the change. Katz, as you might guess, makes a case for record­ing tech­nol­ogy being respon­si­ble: vio­lin­ists dis­cov­ered that using more vibrato could com­pen­sate for some of the lim­i­ta­tions of early acoustic record­ings. The record­ings they pro­duced were then emu­lated by aspir­ing play­ers, lead­ing to a styl­is­tic shift. This seems a good place to men­tion the CD that accom­pa­nies the book. It con­tains thir­teen musi­cal exam­ples, of which five serve to illus­trate the change in vibrato aes­thetic. It’s quite help­ful to have these; prose descrip­tions of sound are often insufficient.

Katz next dis­cusses the rel­a­tively short-lived idea of Gram­mophon­musik — music in which the phono­graph was used as a tool for com­po­si­tion. This might be done by alter­ing exist­ing record­ings, or by actu­ally attempt­ing to engrave sound forms by hand onto a blank phono­graph disc. The genre was mostly spec­u­la­tive, but a few exam­ples cre­ated by Paul Hin­demith survive.

The remain­ing chap­ters of Cap­tur­ing Sound deal with pop­u­lar music, and mainly with elec­tronic and/or dig­i­tal sound tech­nolo­gies. Katz gives a short his­tory of DJing and turntab­lism, and then out­lines his own field­work in the study of DJ bat­tles or com­pe­ti­tions. He devotes a chap­ter to the “art and pol­i­tics” of sam­pling, look­ing at exam­ples drawn from hip-hop, pop, rock, techno, and art music. Katz’s last chap­ter explores how MP3s (and other dig­i­tal audio files) and peer-to-peer file-sharing net­works are chang­ing the expe­ri­ences of lis­ten­ing to, dis­cov­er­ing, and con­sum­ing music. While these var­i­ous sub­jects have been treated else­where, they have gen­er­ally not been done so with a schol­arly approach.

Over­all, I enjoyed Cap­tur­ing Sound. Katz’s top­ics are inter­est­ing, and his writ­ing style is clear and engag­ing. I found the book as a whole to be a lit­tle uneven, though. Some chap­ters (like those about vio­lin vibrato and DJ bat­tles) involve a great deal of Katz’s own orig­i­nal research, while oth­ers (such as those about Gram­mophon­musik and the rise of jazz) do not. Katz acknowl­edges that his var­i­ous top­ics are “con­nected per­haps by noth­ing save record­ing.” Thus it is per­haps bet­ter to approach Cap­tur­ing Sound as a col­lec­tion of essays rather than as a cohe­sive book. I hope, as does Katz, that his writ­ing will inspire oth­ers to pro­duce work in a sim­i­lar vein — I imag­ine there’s a lot more to be said about technology’s influ­ence on music.

Invisible Cities

Invisible cities
By Italo Calvino
Har­court Brace Jovanovich, 1978
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Italo Calvino’s Invis­i­ble Cities revolves around con­ver­sa­tions between Marco Polo and Kublai Khan. The pair sit in the Great Khan’s gar­dens, and Marco Poli tells of all the cities he has vis­ited on his trav­els. Many — if not most — of these cities lie within the Khan’s empire, which is so vast that the ruler him­self has never seen much of it.

The cities Polo describes all have women’s (or at least fem­i­nine) names: Octavia, Despina, Hypa­tia, Sophro­nia, etc. Polo presents fifty-five cities, each as an almost poetic vignette. Some of these con­cern a city’s his­tory — or future. Oth­ers describe a city’s lay­out, arrange­ment, or archi­tec­ture. Still oth­ers tell of the effects a city has on a trav­eler, either dur­ing or after his visit. Nearly all of Polo’s descrip­tions are fab­u­lous: one city is built on tall stilts over dry land, another mir­rors the goings-on in a sub­ter­ranean ver­sion of itself, yet another con­sists of per­ma­nent car­ni­val rides and tem­po­rary mar­ble buildings.

Calvino arranges Polo’s fifty-five vignettes into nine chap­ters and cat­e­go­rizes them: five each of cities and mem­ory, cities and desire, cities and signs, thin cities, trad­ing cities, cities and eyes, cites and names, cities and the dead, cities and the sky, con­tin­u­ous cities, and hid­den cities. Each chap­ter begins and ends with an exchange between Marco Polo and Kublai Khan. The pair pon­ders to what degree the Great Khan can ever truly know his empire, the nature of cities, and even the nature of existence.

I enjoyed Invis­i­ble Cities quite a bit. Calvino’s cities are delight­fully fan­tas­tic, and his brief but rich descrip­tions pro­vide ample fod­der for expan­sion by a reader’s imag­i­na­tion. I par­tic­u­larly like the way in which Calvino blurs the tem­po­ral set­ting of the book. Kublai Khan and Marco Polo lived in the thir­teenth cen­tury, and much of the book fits this time period. But, amid palaces, vel­lum, and camel car­a­vans, Calvino’s Polo also describes radar anten­nae, air­ports, and adver­tis­ing jingles.

I liked this book more than I did If on a winter’s night a trav­eler, the one other book by Calvino that I’ve read. I think I’ll seek out more of his work.

This Is Your Brain on Music

This Is Your Brain on Music
By Daniel J. Lev­itin
Plume, 2007
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In this book, neu­ro­sci­en­tist Daniel Lev­itin elu­ci­dates the var­i­ous neu­ro­bi­o­log­i­cal processes involved in lis­ten­ing to music. He details the ways in which the human brain accom­plishes tasks, such as meter extrac­tion, that seem straight­for­ward (espe­cially to trained musi­cians) but in actu­al­ity demand very sophis­ti­cated neural pro­cess­ing. He also demon­strates how adept our brains are, even those of peo­ple with no musi­cal train­ing, at doing things like mem­o­riz­ing pitches and tem­pos, iden­ti­fy­ing wrong notes, and hear­ing and pre­dict­ing musi­cal forms.

Although some of this is cer­tainly a prod­uct of the struc­ture and func­tion of the brain, Lev­itin also attrib­utes much of it to expe­ri­ence. He makes a con­vinc­ing argu­ment that because of the ubiq­uity of music, most peo­ple qual­ify as expert lis­ten­ers, whether or not they can dis­cuss music in a tech­ni­cal man­ner. Lev­itin spends much of his time on these processes of lis­ten­ing, but he also addresses the ways the brain is involved in the per­for­mance of music, neu­ro­bi­o­log­i­cal foun­da­tions of musi­cal taste, and var­i­ous ideas about how and why humans evolved to be innately musical.

Lev­itin is now a sci­en­tist at McGill Uni­ver­sity, but he began his career as a rock musi­cian and record pro­ducer. Per­haps because of this breadth of expe­ri­ence, he does a pretty good job of writ­ing for a wide audi­ence — he dis­cusses many com­plex con­cepts, but always explains them in rel­a­tively sim­ple terms. This isn’t to say his writ­ing is sim­plis­tic; I found the chap­ter on musi­cal fun­da­men­tals fairly inter­est­ing, even though it’s stuff in which I am well versed.

Through­out the book, Lev­itin pro­vides a good bal­ance between sci­en­tific stud­ies and anec­do­tal evi­dence, while also includ­ing a good bit of his­tor­i­cal and sci­en­tific con­text. I’d rec­om­mend This Is Your Brain on Music to musi­cians and music lovers alike. It pro­vides a fas­ci­nat­ing look at what’s going on inside our heads when we play or lis­ten to music.

Deep Fathom

Deep Fathom
By James Rollins
Harper, 2001
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Dur­ing a total solar eclipse (which is some­how simul­ta­ne­ously vis­i­ble from San Fran­cisco, Alaska, and Guam), mas­sive earth­quakes rock the Ring of Fire that sur­rounds the Pacific. Air Force One, with the Pres­i­dent on board, flees the quakes in Guam only to mys­te­ri­ously crash in the ocean. Among the ships called to the crash site is the Deep Fathom, a deep-sea sal­vage ves­sel owned and oper­ated by ex-Navy SEAL and for­mer astro­naut Jack Kirk­land. Jack and the rest of the Fathom’s crew had been on the verge of sal­vaging a World War II-era Japan­ese ship full of gold bars when the seis­mic activ­ity opened a rift in the sea floor and their prize melted in a pool of magma.

On the sea floor below where Air Force One crashed, jack and his team dis­cover a strange crys­tal spire that bears writ­ing in an unknown lan­guage. They also find that the plane’s wreck­age has some­how been mag­ne­tized.
Mean­while, Cana­dian anthro­pol­o­gist Karen Grace and her com­puter sci­en­tist friend Miyuki Nakano set out to inves­ti­gate two for­merly sub­merged pyramid-like objects off the coast of Oki­nawa, Japan. Upon reach­ing the site, the pair finds that in addi­tion to the pyra­mids, the earth­quakes have raised an entire ancient city above the waves.They inves­ti­gate, find­ing a crys­tal star cov­ered in mys­te­ri­ous sym­bols and get­ting chased by armed thugs. Karen and Miyuki escape with the hlep of Gabriel, Miyki’s AI com­puter assistant.

The pair man­ages to con­nect with Jack and his team when the two groups find that they have found sim­i­lar crys­tal arti­facts with the same type of writ­ing. They dis­cover that the crys­tal has strange light-and-gravity prop­er­ties, and join forces to learn more about the crys­tal and the lost civ­i­liza­tion that carved both the star and the under­wa­ter spire.

Rollins’s story only gets more ridicu­lous from this point. Through the course of the book, we get an entire sunken con­ti­nent, a fight with a giant squid, the out­break of war between China and the United States, the threat of world destruc­tion from solar flares inter­act­ing with the crys­tal, a fail-safe sys­tem involv­ing an inter­con­ti­nen­tal bal­lis­tic mis­sile, a particle-beam satel­lite weapon that the pro­tag­o­nists eas­ily hack into and con­trol, and a time por­tal. In the end, the heroes man­age to not only dis­pose of their ene­mies and save the world, they actu­ally send the rest of the world back in time to before the eclipse, thus pre­vent­ing all the bad stuff in the book from ever hap­pen­ing. Thus, Rollins has man­aged to write a book that while sim­i­lar in con­tent to some of Clive Cussler’s nov­els, far sur­passes even Cussler’s more recent books in terms of absurdity.

Per­haps what I liked least about the book is Rollins’s inclu­sion of mul­ti­ple pseudo-scientific the­o­ries and dubi­ous archae­o­log­i­cal “dis­cov­er­ies” — the lost con­ti­nent of Mu, the Pyra­mids of Yon­a­guni, etc. He expands on chau­vin­is­tic the­o­ries that the var­i­ous Poly­ne­sian peo­ples couldn’t have pos­si­bly built the mega­lithic struc­tures on Pohn­pei, Rapa Nui (Easter Island), Tonga, and else­where in the Pacific. Rather, they must have been built by some ancient lost cul­ture. At least he stops just short of sug­gest­ing alien intervention.

Deep Fathom is cer­tainly meant to be light, escapist fic­tion, but for me it’s just too absurd. I won’t be pick­ing up any of Rollins’s other books any time soon.

Isaac’s Storm

Isaac's storm
By Erik Lar­son
Vin­tage Books, 2000
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At the turn of the twen­ti­eth cen­tury, sci­en­tific weather fore­cast­ing was in its infancy. The U.S. Weather Bureau, then about twenty years old, did not have the ben­e­fit of large-scale obser­va­tion tools like satel­lites or Doppler radar. Instead, the Bureau’s fore­cast­ers — a hand­ful of men in Wash­ing­ton, D.C. — relied on weather data col­lected by observers sta­tioned through­out the coun­try. This sys­tem allowed large storms to be tracked over land, but could not track those over the open ocean. This inabil­ity, cou­pled with a very poor under­stand­ing of hur­ri­canes and the Bureau’s insti­tu­tional arro­gance, led to com­plete unpre­pared­ness for one of this country’s worst weather-related disasters.

Dur­ing the first week of Sep­tem­ber, 1900, a trop­i­cal storm passed just north of Cuba, drench­ing the island in rain. The Weather Bureau’s observers, in place on the island since the end of the Spanish-American War, pre­dicted that the storm would move north, even­tu­ally pass­ing over Florida and back into the Atlantic, with­out ever gain­ing much strength. In this, they dif­fered from more expe­ri­enced native Cuban mete­o­rol­o­gists, who guessed that the storm would con­tinue along its north­west­erly course and become much more intense. The Bureau worked to silence the pre­dic­tions of the Cubans, believ­ing that their own guesses were far more accurate.

Isaac Cline, direc­tor of the Weather Bureau’s Galve­ston sta­tion, began to note pecu­liar­i­ties of wind and water on the sev­enth of Sep­tem­ber. But, he was lulled into a false sense of secu­rity by reports from the Bureau’s main office. He knew a storm was com­ing, but assumed it would be a minor one, and no cause for seri­ous alarm. The city’s res­i­dents, with no rea­son to do oth­er­wise, ini­tially paid lit­tle atten­tion to the approach­ing storm. When water began to rise over most of the island of Galve­ston, peo­ple started to worry. When high winds caused a down­town cafe to col­lapse, killing five men, peo­ple became truly afraid.

As the water con­tin­ued to rise and more and more build­ings suc­cumbed to the wind and waves, the city’s res­i­dents tried to find the high­est, most sta­ble struc­tures in which to take refuge. Some were forced to move from place to place as build­ing after build­ing became unsta­ble. Even some of the most solidly built homes and busi­nesses even­tu­ally col­lapsed under the hurricane’s onslaught, killing or injur­ing those inside. A quarter-mile long sec­tion of street­car tres­tle, backed by tons of other debris, razed a path across the island, pro­pelled by the storm surge.
When the first out­siders reached Galve­ston after the storm had passed, they were greeted with hor­ri­ble sights — and smells. Thou­sands were dead, so many that sur­vivors began sim­ply burn­ing corpses where they lay. The process of clean­ing up was a long one; it took nearly a decade to rebuild the city (with stronger hur­ri­cane protection).

Erik Lar­son tells the story of the Galve­ston hur­ri­cane largely through the eyes of Isaac Cline, the city’s chief mete­o­rol­o­gist. He com­pares Cline’s own mem­oirs with offi­cial records and accounts writ­ten by other sur­vivors of the storm; these don’t always agree. Most pre-storm Galveston-related doc­u­ments — includ­ing all of Cline’s papers — were destroyed by the hur­ri­cane. But, Lar­son does an admirable job of piec­ing together details from what did survive.

Some­times though, in the pur­suit of a com­pelling nar­ra­tive, he pro­vides a dubi­ous level of detail regard­ing people’s thoughts, words, or actions. I had the same com­plaint about Larson’s The Devil in the White City, a book about the 1893 World’s Columbian Expo­si­tion in Chicago and the ser­ial killer known as Dr. H. H. Holmes. Lar­son makes up for this (in my eyes, at least) with a wealth of more ver­i­fi­able infor­ma­tion. He pro­vides accounts of peo­ple out­side Galve­ston who expe­ri­enced the storm and those of vol­un­teers who helped to clean up the city, along with a great deal of weather-related his­tor­i­cal context.

This book was pub­lished before Hur­ri­cane Kat­rina dev­as­tated New Orleans, and I read it before Hur­ri­cane Ike defeated Galveston’s extra defenses and wreaked havoc on the city again. It per­haps should have served as a reminder of the awe­some power of the weather and the dan­ger of the com­pla­cency of many some coastal communities.

Chicago Weekend, Part 2

Start with Part 1, if you haven’t seen it already.

Chris and Veronica

Chris and Veronica

Fri­day evening was Veronica’s per­for­mance at the gui­tar fes­ti­val. She and Chris, the gui­tarist from UW, played first on the festival’s open­ing con­cert. I glanced through the pro­gram book­let, and I’m pretty sure that Veron­ica was the only non-guitarist per­form­ing all week­end. The two of them did an excel­lent job — they played two move­ments of Mauro Giu­liani’s Grand Duo Con­cer­tant. I’m look­ing for­ward to hear­ing the whole piece on Chris’s recital in a cou­ple of weeks.

Sue the T-Rex

Sue the T-Rex

On Sat­ur­day, we got up rel­a­tively early and checked out of the hotel. We were able to leave our bags there while we headed off to the Field Museum. Our main objec­tive at the Field was to see their tem­po­rary Real Pirates exhibit. We arrived fairly early, so we were able to breeze right in to both the museum and the pirate exhibit. The exhibit fol­lows the his­tory of the Why­dah, a slave ship turned pirate ship. So, it starts out detail­ing the ship’s par­tic­i­pa­tion in the Atlantic slave trade of the early 18th cen­tury, then picks up with the story of Sam Bel­lamy, the pirate cap­tain who cap­tured her in the Caribbean. The exhibit does a good job of explain­ing the var­i­ous sorts of lives at sea — those of a slave, a pirate, and a sailor in the King’s navy. The exhibit is pep­pered with arti­facts from the Why­dah — can­non, pis­tols, pieces of eight, etc. The ship sank off Cape Cod in a storm in 1717 and was found by a team led by Barry Clif­ford in 1984. Part­way through the exhibit, I was a lit­tle dis­ap­pointed at the arti­fact to dio­rama ratio, but a whole sec­tion about the recov­ery of the ship and con­ser­va­tion of its arti­facts set that straight.

We vis­ited the Field a cou­ple of years ago, so many of the exhibits were fresh in our minds. We did go through the dinosaur hall again, though (I’ve always been a dinophile). We also spent some time in a cou­ple of small tem­po­rary exhibits, one fea­tur­ing ancient jew­elry from around the Mid­dle East, and another of pho­tographs of the mas­sive Hindu Kumbha Mela pil­grim­age. Sadly, we didn’t have the time or energy to see the other big tem­po­rary exhibit, The Aztec World.

A Colorful Wall Across the Street From Our Hotel

A Col­or­ful Wall Across the Street From Our Hotel

We made some great food choices through­out our visit, thanks in no small part to the Yelp.com iPhone appli­ca­tion. Yelp lets you search for busi­nesses near your cur­rent loca­tion and pro­vides user-supplied rat­ings and reviews for them. Aside from the deep-dish pizza we had the first night, we had a deli­cious break­fast at the Bongo Room, great very fresh sushi at Oysy, and delec­table Cuban sand­wiches at Cafecito. We even found an impres­sively stocked inde­pen­dent liquor store where we were able to buy a bot­tle of Goats Do Roam red and a bar of Ghi­rardelli dark choco­late, thus bypass­ing the allure of our hotel room mini-bar.

The only snag in our trip came at the end. When we attempted to pur­chase our return trip Metra tick­ets at Union Sta­tion, the agent informed us that on the week­end, trains don’t go as far as the sta­tion where we’d parked the car. Whoops. We got on the train any­way, fig­ur­ing we’d find a cab to take us the rest of the way. But, we remem­bered that our friends Les­ley (of Le Tri­an­gle d’Or) and Keith were in Elgin that week­end vis­it­ing Keith’s fam­ily. They agreed to pick us up and ferry us to the other sta­tion. Even bet­ter than that, they invited us to stay for a deli­cious din­ner with Keith’s par­ents and sis­ter. So, what appeared to be a snag turned out to be serendipitous!

As usual, click any of the pho­tos above to see the whole gallery.

Chicago Weekend, Part 1

Museum of Science and Industry

Museum of Sci­ence and Industry

Last week was our much-needed spring break. Veron­ica was slated to play at the Mid-America Gui­tar Ensem­ble Fes­ti­val (at Roo­sevelt Uni­ver­sity) with a gui­tarist from UW, so we used that as an excuse to spend a few days in Chicago. We landed a great hotel deal via Hotwire.com and stayed at the Chicago Hilton, which over­looks Grant Park and is walk­ing dis­tance from the Art Insti­tute of Chicago‎, the Field Museum, the Shedd Aquar­ium, and lots of other cool stuff. The only down­side of our ritzy down­town digs was that park­ing was $43 bucks a night. So, we parked in Elgin (at a rate of $1.50/night) and took the Metra com­muter rail into town.

We rolled into town on Thurs­day after­noon, hoofed it from Union Sta­tion to our hotel, and set­tled in. For din­ner, we hit Lou Malnati’s — a local pizza chain. I have to say that I’ve never been a fan of Chicago-style deep-dish, but this place changed my mind. Our main event for the evening was going to a tap­ing of the NPR news quiz show “Wait Wait… Don’t Tell Me!” We lis­ten to the show reli­giously, and had been talk­ing for awhile about see­ing it live. We showed up about twenty min­utes before the doors opened, and it was already packed. Luck­ily we’d already bought tick­ets, so we just joined the throng wait­ing to enter the auditorium.

The show itself was a blast! The pan­elists (for this show: Tom Bodett, Kyrie O’Connor, and Paul Provenza), host Peter Sagal, and score­keeper Carl Kas­sel came onstage to a dark­ened room, flash­ing lights, and the Chicago Bulls’ entrance music. Carl even ran out, wav­ing his arms and high-fiving the panel. The show itself took some­where between an hour and a half and two hours to record. Quite a bit gets cut before the show airs, but it was all funny. Per­haps the fun­ni­est moment was some­thing not writ­ten for laughs at all. The bulk of the show’s mate­r­ial was about the cur­rent eco­nomic cri­sis, with lots of talk about fail­ing banks and shady deals made by said banks. At the end of one of the show’s seg­ments, Peter started doing his lit­tle spiel about the show’s spon­sors — one of which is LendingTree.com. When he got to the line “When banks com­pete, you win,” every­one erupted in laugh­ter. He had to re-do that bit twice to get a laugh-free version.

U-505

U-505

We spent most of Fri­day at the Museum of Sci­ence and Indus­try, which occu­pies one of the only remain­ing build­ings from the 1893 World’s Columbian Expo­si­tion. The museum has lots of cool stuff, and strikes a pretty good bal­ance between activ­i­ties and exhibits for kids and things for adults. I spent a lot of time mar­veling at how they got var­i­ous things into the build­ing: the entire Pio­neer Zephyr stream­lined train, a Boe­ing 727, and a Ger­man sub­ma­rine U-505. I espe­cially enjoyed the Trans­porta­tion Gallery, the U-505, and the exhibit of Ships Through the Ages. The museum was packed with school groups, so we didn’t get to see every­thing we would have liked to. But, that means we should have plenty of things to see the next time we visit.

A Goose in a Tree!

A Goose in a Tree!

After exit­ing the museum, we walked all the way around it to see the rest of the build­ing and to look at it across the rem­nants of the lagoon from the World’s Fair. The build­ing itself is quite cool, with lots of columns, stat­ues, pre-distressed friezes, and domes. See the gallery for more exte­rior shots and close-ups of some of the archi­tec­tural detail. As I was tak­ing pic­tures across the lagoon, Veron­ica pointed up at a tree — there was a large goose sit­ting in it! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a goose in a tree before, and one of its com­pan­ions walk­ing around on the ground seemed con­fused by it as well.

I’ll con­tinue the story soon. Mean­while, click any of the pho­tos above to view the rest of the pho­tos from our weekend.

Front Page News

The UW Lit­tle Big Band had our first con­cert of the semes­ter last night. Appar­ently there was a pho­tog­ra­pher there from The Daily Car­di­nal (one of our two stu­dent papers), because we made the front page today:
Little Big Band

The photo was even taken dur­ing one of my solos! There wasn’t a story attached, and the pic doesn’t seem to be online any­where. But, The Car­di­nal pub­lishes a PDF ver­sion of their paper. I grabbed today’s copy (since there doesn’t seem to be an archive) — you can find it here.

P.S. — I hope to have audio from this con­cert as well as our last one posted soon.

Lady Liberty in the Lake

Just another exam­ple of the cool and bizarre sorts of things that hap­pen in Madi­son: for a cou­ple of weeks now, it’s appeared as though the top of the Statue of Lib­erty is emerg­ing from the frozen sur­face of Lake Men­dota. The instal­la­tion was car­ried out by the UW Hoofers out­door club, and com­mem­o­rates a sim­i­lar (but more finely crafted, in my opin­ion) statue that was placed on the lake 30 years ago. For the full story of the orig­i­nal statue, see this arti­cle (a big­ger pic­ture of the orig­i­nal can be seen here). The head and torch sit on the ice right out­side UW’s Memo­r­ial Union, so you can sit in the Rathskel­lar, sip a beer, and gaze out them. At the moment, the Union’s web­cam is point­ing right at the statue. Check there for a live view (until the ice starts to melt), or check out my small gallery of pics here.

A Response From the Overture Center

A few days ago, I posted a let­ter about my frus­tra­tions with try­ing to buy Flight of the Con­chords Tick­ets. The fol­low­ing day, I received a response from the Over­ture Cen­ter Spokesman. It’s in a com­ment on the pre­vi­ous entry, but I thought I’d re-post it right on the front page:

Hello Dave — Rob Chap­pell, Over­ture Cen­ter spokesman here. You’re obvi­ously not the only one dis­ap­pointed by the way the FotC ticket sale went, so I’d like to try to shed some light on some of the con­cerns that you raise.

The sim­ple fact is that this show sold out very quickly, as pop­u­lar acts often do. We did have some web­site and phone sys­tem issues, how­ever, which we regret.

One rea­son the show sold out so quickly was that Flight of the Con­chords man­age­ment required us to make a pre­sale avail­able to FotC Fan Club mem­bers begin­ning on Mon­day, Feb­ru­ary 2, five days ahead of the gen­eral pub­lic on-sale. We were asked to make 70% of the avail­able tick­ets, or about 1,360 tick­ets, avail­able for this pre­sale. In addi­tion, we made a small pre-sale avail­able to our own email list and the pro­moter ran a pre­sale with one of the media part­ners, radio sta­tion WMMM. Only 250 tick­ets were allot­ted to each of those two pre-sales, which were made avail­able the day before the gen­eral pub­lic on-sale.

You also wanted to know how to get onto those pre­sale lists. The best way is to sign up for our e-list at http://paciolan.myprefs.com/?@overture&p2p=Signup. Join­ing fan clubs of bands or radio sta­tions you like can also help get you on pref­er­en­tial lists for pre-sales.

Any­way, when 11:00 Sat­ur­day morn­ing rolled around, we felt that we had to set aside enough tick­ets to accom­mo­date at least those who were stand­ing in line at 11. Our phone sys­tem was over­whelmed and crashed, a fact that we regret. In the end, only 371 were avail­able to sell through the Inter­net on Sat­ur­day, which didn’t take more than a few min­utes, as you can imagine.

Unfor­tu­nately, ticket resellers were able to pur­chase a num­ber of tick­ets and have sub­se­quently made them avail­able at much-inflated prices, as you note. We do have mea­sures in place to curb this as much as we can. For exam­ple, we’re hold­ing tick­ets in the first 15 rows at the box office and will only give them to the per­son who bought them (and only if that per­son has valid ID). Still, this reselling prac­tice per­vades the live per­for­mance and con­cert indus­try. It is dis­ap­point­ing to venue man­agers like us, to per­form­ers, and, most impor­tantly, to fans. Unfor­tu­nately, at this time, the mea­sures we have in place can only go so far to stop these out­fits from buy­ing tick­ets and reselling them.

We are truly sorry that you and many oth­ers were dis­ap­pointed not to get tickets.

Any­body with ques­tions can con­tact me at rchap­pell at over­ture­cen­ter dot com.

So, as I sus­pected, the pre-sales weren’t all the Over­ture Center’s doing — they had con­trac­tual oblig­a­tions to ful­fill. I still think that if pre-sales are going to eat up a major­ity of the seats for a given show, there should be some sort of gen­eral warn­ing to that effect along­side the notice of when tick­ets offi­cially go on sale. I have joined the e-mail list that Mr. Chap­pell men­tioned, and I sup­pose I’ll try to join fan club mail­ing lists for groups that I want to see in the future. Also, it seems that I would have scored tick­ets if I’d actu­ally gone to the Over­ture Cen­ter to stand in line. So, I guess I’ll do it the old fash­ioned way next time, rather than rely­ing on any tech­no­log­i­cal means to make my purchase.

Ticket Madness

I recently became aware that Flight of the Con­chords will be play­ing at Madison’s Over­ture Cen­ter in late April. I excit­edly took note of the date and time at which ticket sales would begin, as listed on the Center’s web site: Sat­ur­day, Feb­ru­ary 7 at 11 a.m. On the appointed morn­ing, I vis­ited the web site early, set up an account, and fever­ishly waited for 11 o’clock to roll around. As soon as my computer’s clock ticked to 11, I began the pur­chas­ing process. After I’d made all the rel­e­vant selec­tions, I received the some­what cryp­tic mes­sage “Unable to secure seats in this price level.” I made a few more unsuc­cess­ful attempts, and then decided to try call­ing the ticket office. The woman who answered (after I’d been on hold for quite awhile) cheer­fully told me that the show was already sold out. The time was 11:20am, and I expressed my dis­be­lief that every one of Over­ture Hall’s 2,251 seats had been sold in such a brief time. The ticket agent then told me that there had been two pre-sales, and that the tick­ets had all actu­ally sold before 11 — that is, before they offi­cially went on sale. I asked how one finds out about these pre-sales, and she replied sim­ply “I don’t know.”

I under­stand the pro­mo­tional value of mak­ing a small num­ber of tick­ets for an event avail­able to a select group of peo­ple. How­ever, allow­ing an event to sell out before the stated begin­ning of ticket sales is absurd and inex­cus­able. The Over­ture Center’s web site does not con­tain a sin­gle men­tion of (or warn­ing about) pre-sales. Fur­ther­more, at the time I attempted to make my pur­chase, there was no indi­ca­tion that the Flight of the Con­chords show was already sold out. Had this infor­ma­tion been avail­able, I might still be with­out tick­ets, but at least I wouldn’t have rearranged my Sat­ur­day plans around the sup­posed begin­ning of ticket sales or wasted half an hour fran­ti­cally try­ing to make a purchase.

I don’t pre­tend to know the intri­ca­cies of con­tracts between per­form­ers, pro­mot­ers, and venue, so I hes­i­tate to lay the blame for this sit­u­a­tion entirely at the feet of the Over­ture Center’s staff. How­ever, I do fault them for fail­ing to keep their cus­tomers informed. If pre-sales are out­side the Center’s con­trol, they can at least make the gen­eral pub­lic aware that pre-sales are occur­ring. They can also cer­tainly update their web site more quickly to reflect when a per­for­mance has been sold out.

My only option now seems to be pur­chas­ing tick­ets that mem­bers of the ‘select group’ of pre-sale par­tic­i­pants have made avail­able on Craigslist. But at a min­i­mum markup of 200%, they are now well out­side my grad­u­ate stu­dent budget.

I’ve sent a much-shortened ver­sion of this (on my own site, I don’t have to abide by any 200-word lim­its, ha!) to a num­ber of local news out­lets as a let­ter to the edi­tor. If any­thing comes of it, I’ll update this post.

In Praise of Google Books

Amongst Google’s many cool prod­ucts, one of my favorites is Google Books. The com­pany has part­nered with a num­ber of major libraries (includ­ing UW-Madison) to scan a mas­sive num­ber of books. Some books are avail­able in com­plete dig­i­tal ver­sions, some have lim­ited pre­views, and oth­ers aren’t view­able online — depend­ing on each book’s copy­right sta­tus. Beyond this coop­er­a­tion with libraries, Google has a part­ner­ship pro­gram by which pub­lish­ers can make their books avail­able. A pend­ing agree­ment with pub­lish­ers may soon allow Google to pro­vide access to out-of-print but still in-copyright mate­r­ial, as well.

I’ve found Google Books to be a very use­ful resource in the course of my research for my var­i­ous musi­col­ogy classes. There’s a fully view­able (and down­load­able!) copy of the Ency­clopédie de la musique et dic­tio­n­naire du Con­ser­va­toire, a ref­er­ence book printed in 1931 that I have used on mul­ti­ple occa­sions. For a recent project deal­ing with gen­der and char­ac­ter­i­za­tion of mytho­log­i­cal char­ac­ters in the operas of Jean-Baptiste Lully and Jean-Phillippe Rameau, I was able to access a Rameau biog­ra­phy, an old copy of Bullfinch’s Mythol­ogy, and a num­ber of works by clas­si­cal authors. It’s cer­tainly much faster than inter­li­brary loan, and some­times lets me be lazy and not ven­ture up to the sixth or sev­enth floor of our library just to check something.

Of course, there are many more fun titles avail­able, too. You can find Alice in Won­der­land and Through the Looking-Glass with the orig­i­nal John Ten­niel illus­tra­tions. If you’re look­ing for short (and far from com­pre­hen­sive) sum­maries of The Bard’s plays, you can read Shake­speare in Lim­er­ick Google has recently started adding mag­a­zines as well, such as Pop­u­lar Sci­ence and Men’s Health.

As one might expect from Google, by far the best fea­ture of Google Books is its full-text search. Many books — even titles that aren’t view­able online at all — are com­pletely search­able. This has a num­ber of appli­ca­tions. It can help you locate ref­er­ences that you might not find via sim­ple title, sub­ject, or author searches. You can also, as I men­tioned above, spot check some­thing before decid­ing if you need to acquire a phys­i­cal copy. What prompted me to write this lit­tle pæan today is the abil­ity to search a book you already have in front of you.

Ear­lier this after­noon, I picked up a book I’d requested via inter­li­brary loan. I turned first, as I usu­ally do with research mate­ri­als, to the back of the book to con­sult the index; there wasn’t one. Luck­ily, the book is avail­able on Google Books, so I was able to search for the terms in which I was inter­ested. The book’s lim­ited pre­view didn’t allow me to see every page that con­tained my search terms. But, a won­der­ful fea­ture of the search tool is that is still gives you page num­bers for every result. Google Books can thus act as a dig­i­tal index for a phys­i­cal object. Pretty cool, huh?

Double Reed Day

Double Reed Day Panoramic Group Shot

This past Sat­ur­day was UW-Madison’s annual Dou­ble Reed Day. We had two guest artists: Carol Cope Lowe (bas­soon) and Anna Hen­drick­son (oboe), who in addi­tion to cur­rently teach­ing at SUNY-Potsdam are both UW-Madison alum­nae. Most mem­bers of the UW dou­ble reed stu­dios were there, and we had another 25 or so mid­dle school, high, school, and com­mu­nity play­ers as well. I arrived a lit­tle early so I could play some of the bas­soons and bocals that Mid­west Musi­cal Imports had sent along. One instru­ment they sent was the twin of my Püch­ner 5000C. I was happy to find that it was both my favorite instru­ment out of the bunch, and roughly equiv­a­lent to my own. Also, its price tag was sub­stan­tially higher than what I paid two years ago — woohoo!

The day offi­cially started with a con­cert — all we UW stu­dents played an ensem­ble piece, then each pro­fes­sor (the two vis­i­tors, plus our own Marc Val­lon and Marc Fink) per­formed a solo work. Fol­low­ing the con­cert, we split off into oboe and bas­soon mas­ter­classes. We all came back together for a big dou­ble reed ensem­ble (pic­tured above) to play Marc Vallon’s arrange­ments of “The Wash­ing­ton Post,” Hun­gar­ian Dance No. 5, and “Sabre Dance,” as well as the first move­ment of Handel’s Music for the Royal Fire­works.

I only man­aged to take a few pic­tures, as I was busy play­ing con­tra­bas­soon much of the time. I’ve posted them here.

Yes We Khaaaaan!

Kirk
Inspired by this post on Boing­Bo­ing, com­mem­o­rat­ing the death of Ricardo Mon­tal­bán and the upcom­ing inau­gu­ra­tion of Barack Obama, real­ized with a tool cre­ated by Paste Mag­a­zine, with a nod to this.

San Francisco

Rocks at Sunset

Rocks at Sunset

A cou­ple of week­ends ago, my mom and I headed over the moun­tains to Berke­ley (I’d been vis­it­ing her in Car­son City, NV for Christ­mas). There had been quite a bit of snow in the pre­ced­ing days, and although the much of it cleared by the time we set out, the roads weren’t in the great­est shape. We had to peri­od­i­cally merge into a sin­gle lane of traf­fic to make room for heavy-duty snow-clearing machines that were work­ing on push­ing back the walls of snow (which were 6–7 feet high in places). Snow and other traf­fic prob­lems made for a longer-than-normal drive. We arrived in Berke­ley Fri­day evening, and didn’t do much except have din­ner and hang out with our hosts — friends David and Francesca and their daugh­ter Maria.

On Sat­ur­day, we spent the day mainly shop­ping in Berke­ley. We made a trip to the orig­i­nal Peet’s Cof­fee and Tea, since I’d never been. We had lunch at Spenger’s, a seafood restau­rant and Berke­ley fix­ture that was family-owned until recently. Spenger’s is where I first tasted cala­mari, and I com­mem­o­rated this fact by eat­ing a big juicy cala­mari steak for lunch. We hit a vari­ety of inter­est­ing shops around town, includ­ing Black Oak Books, The Bone Room, Gen­ova Del­i­catessen, and Forrest’s Music, a dou­ble reed sup­ply company.

California Academy of Sciences

Cal­i­for­nia Acad­emy of Sciences

The whole gang (Francesca, David, Maria, Mom, and me) headed to Golden Gate Park in San Fran­cisco with the intent of vis­it­ing the new Cal­i­for­nia Acad­emy of Sci­ences (at left). By the time we arrived, how­ever, the line to merely get in the door was about 2 hours long. So, we decided to visit the adja­cent De Young Museum of Art instead. The museum had three spe­cial exhibits: Maya Lin’s Sys­tem­atic Land­scapes, a col­lec­tion of 20th cen­tury Asian-American art, and the designs of Yves Saint Lau­rent. I par­tic­u­larly enjoyed the Maya Lin exhibit — it con­sisted of a vari­ety of sculp­tures based on maps and topog­ra­phy. The De Young’s per­ma­nent col­lec­tions were quite inter­est­ing, as well. They have quite a range of gal­leries, split pretty equally between tra­di­tional (Amer­i­can, African, and South Pacific) and mod­ern art forms.

Dusk

Dusk

After leav­ing the museum and the park, we headed to the coast to watch the sun­set over Cliff House and the Sutro Baths. I took some time to play with long expo­sures of the sun set­ting behind some rocks off­shore (above) and the traf­fic below us (at right). Click any of the thumb­nails to view the gallery that includes these pho­tos as well as pics of some of the cooler things at the De Young.

White Elephants

One of my favorite Christ­mas Eve tra­di­tions is the white ele­phant gift exchange. It can be done with any num­ber of peo­ple, but it seems to work best with about a dozen. The basic idea is that every per­son brings a wrapped gift within a cer­tain price range (re-gifting is fine — even encour­aged). Depend­ing on the crowd, the gifts can range from the quite nice to the very odd. I, of course, gen­er­ally go for the lat­ter. Each per­son then draws a num­ber to deter­mine play order. When it’s your turn, you can choose to either open a wrapped gift or steal an already unwrapped gift from a pre­vi­ous player. Steal­ing can set off a chain reac­tion, as the theft vic­tim then gets the same choice of unwrap­ping or stealing.

This year, my mom and I cel­e­brated Christ­mas Eve with a group of friends in Car­son City. We had a mas­sive col­lab­o­ra­tive din­ner (12 peo­ple, 6 of whom cooked and/or baked), and set­tled in to do our white ele­phant game after dessert. A fair amount of steal­ing went on, as well as some much com­plained about — but per­fectly legal — fam­ily col­lu­sion. My mom ended up with a B.B. King 2-CD set, and I got a pocket elec­tronic Yahtzee game. My gift entry, which I’m sur­prised to say was actu­ally desir­able enough to change hands at least once, was this:

Christmas Outhouse

It’s not just a fig­urine of a cow­boy using an out­house — it’s a Christ­mas fig­urine of a cow­boy using an out­house. “And where does one pur­chase such a thing?” one might ask. Why, at one of this country’s finest retail­ers, of course: Wal­mart. It’s part of a whole line of “Cow­boy Christ­mas” items, most of which seem to have lit­tle or noth­ing to do with Christ­mas. I must say, there was a lot of awful crap under $10 to choose from at Wal­mart, but I knew as soon as I found this that I had a winner.

Satchmo Blows Up the World

Satchmo Blows Up the World
By Penny M. Von Eschen
Har­vard Uni­ver­sity Press, 2004
World­CatLibrary­ThingGoogle BooksUW-Madison

In this book, Penny Von Eschen chron­i­cles the U.S. State Department’s spon­sor­ship of jazz musi­cians as cul­tural emis­saries between 1956 and 1978. These pro­grams were ini­ti­ated by Pres­i­dent Eisen­hower as a follow-up to a four-year government-sponsored tour of Porgy and Bess that had met with great suc­cess in Europe, South Amer­ica, and the Mid­dle East. The selec­tion of Gershwin’s opera for offi­cial cul­tural export was no acci­dent — the focus on African-American char­ac­ters and per­form­ers was cal­cu­lated to com­bat Soviet cri­tiques of Amer­i­can racial pol­icy. The same impe­tus lay behind the idea to send jazz musi­cians — espe­cially racially inte­grated groups — abroad.

In addi­tion to Porgy and Bess, Louis Armstrong’s 1955 com­mer­cial tour of Europe attracted the Eisen­hower administration’s inter­est. Armstrong’s recep­tion in Switzer­land led a New York Times cor­re­spon­dent to dub him America’s “most effec­tive ambas­sador,” and ask why the U.S. gov­ern­ment wasn’t export­ing jazz along with its other demo­c­ra­tic pro­pa­ganda. Later that year, Arm­strong became the first jazz musi­cian approved for a State Department-sponsored tour. He refused, how­ever, to rep­re­sent an admin­is­tra­tion that at the time did not sup­port desegregation.

Dizzy Gille­spie led a 22-piece band on the first State Department-sponsored jazz tour in 1956. The group — assem­bled for the tour and much larger than would have been finan­cially sol­vent in the U.S. at the time — per­formed in the Mid­dle East, Pak­istan, and Brazil. From the begin­ning, there were clashes between the desires of the gov­ern­ment and those of the musi­cians. Gille­spie resisted attempts to con­trol his por­trayal of the United States, espe­cially in regard to its racial poli­cies; the band was racially inte­grated, but he refused to pro­mote the idea that this was an accu­rate rep­re­sen­ta­tion of the coun­try. The com­po­si­tion of the band was, in fact, hid­den as much as pos­si­ble from Amer­i­can con­ser­v­a­tives — fur­ther evi­dence that the gov­ern­ment wished to por­tray race rela­tions as bet­ter than they actu­ally were. The musi­cians were also dis­mayed by the makeup of their audi­ences. Rather than play­ing for the gen­eral pop­u­lace, as they’d thought, they often played for only the elite mem­bers of soci­ety. Thus, the musi­cians used every oppor­tu­nity to stage infor­mal jam ses­sions with local musi­cians, play­ing for local audiences.

These ide­o­log­i­cal con­flicts per­vaded the State Depart­ment tours. The issues of race and rep­re­sen­ta­tion became more and more crit­i­cal as the Civil Rights Move­ment expanded in the 1960s, and with the rise of the Black Power Move­ment. Most black musi­cians on the tours rec­og­nized that they were being used to project an ide­al­is­tic view of Amer­i­can, and fol­lowed Gillespie’s lead in advanc­ing their own racial agen­das. Sim­i­larly most musi­cians, regard­less of racial back­ground, took it upon them­selves to make con­nec­tions with local musi­cians and jazz fans wher­ever they played. Much to the cha­grin of their U.S. gov­ern­ment han­dlers, late-night jam ses­sions often led to missed offi­cial func­tions the fol­low­ing day.

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Ye Olde iPode

iPod

My trusty iPod turned six this week — not very old for most things, but pos­i­tively ancient in the world of per­sonal elec­tron­ics in gen­eral and mp3 play­ers in par­tic­u­lar. I haven’t actu­ally owned the thing for quite that long — I received it as a birth­day gift from my par­ents in April 2003. But, Chipmunk’s Mac Ser­ial Decoder tells me that my ‘Pod was the 1425th man­u­fac­tured dur­ing the sec­ond week of Decem­ber, 2002.

When I got it, my iPod was tiny com­pared to other dig­i­tal music play­ers on the mar­ket, espe­cially con­sid­er­ing its (then) gar­gan­tuan 20GB hard drive. Now of course, it’s twice as thick as the newest hard-drive-based iPods, and has one-fifth the stor­age space. Mine also doesn’t have the dock con­nec­tor, instead hav­ing a full-size FireWire port on top. It did come with a respectable num­ber of acces­sories, though. New iPods come in a box with head­phones, a charg­ing cable, and a lit­tle plas­tic dock insert. Mine, on the other hand, came with head­phones, a wired remote con­trol, a FireWire cable, a mini FireWire adapter, an AC adapter, a case with a belt clip, and a cloth car­ry­ing pouch.

Despite its age, it’s still work­ing like a champ. I had to replace the bat­tery a few years ago, which I think cost me all of five dol­lars. Between when I got my iPod and when I bought the replace­ment though, bat­tery tech­nol­ogy had advanced so much that even now my charges last longer than when the device was brand new. And other than that one fairly sim­ple repair, I’ve never had a prob­lem with it. I’ve been lust­ing after new mod­els for quite awhile, espe­cially the new Touch (and the iPhone), but it’s kind of hard to jus­tify buy­ing a new one when my old one is still per­fectly fine. On the other hand, more peo­ple are start­ing to laugh or ask “what’s that” when they see my iPod, so maybe an upgrade will be in order some­time in the near future.

Community Chest

Community Chest Contrabassoon

I cre­ated this faux Monop­oly card some­time while I was at FSU, printed a few of them, and handed them to friends who got stuck with con­tra­bas­soon duty in orches­tra. Some­time last school year I showed one to my friend Brian, and he asked if I could make a few more for him to send to friends. I finally got around to print­ing up a new batch a week or so ago, and thought I’d post the image here as well.

No, we’ll call you…

I now present a com­pan­ion piece to the fab­u­lous record­ing of Wolf­gang Amadeus Mozart’s Bas­soon Con­certo in B-flat Major, K. 191 that I posted here a cou­ple of years ago. This, rather than pre­sent­ing a dar­ing per­for­mance, give s a behind-the-scenes look at the clas­si­cal world: it presents a dar­ing audi­tion. This con­tra­bas­soon­ist has some very… shall we say ‘inter­est­ing’ inter­pre­ta­tions of the var­i­ous orches­tral excerpts he has been asked to prepare.

Enjoy: Con­tra­bas­soon Audi­tion (wma)