Thursday, July 27, 2023

A walk around the immediate neighborhood. July 28 for July 21

 Just from photos take during an evening walk around the neighborhood of the Künstlerhaus. This walk is toward the north. These photos were taken with the camera on the hi-key setting. The yellow-green building is Die Kniepe (pub) that is the center of the Kirwa activity. The tree is the Kirwabaum. A lot of things happen around that tree.









Tuesday, July 25, 2023

Getting Here July 26 for July 18 & 19

 It took a lot of doing, but I was ready (or at least had done as much as was going to be done) to leave on Tuesday afternoon. Leave for where? Schwandorf, Bavaria. It was sort of a last minute happening and surprise. There'll be more about it as the blog progresses. For now just know that I'm doing a residency at the Kebbel Villa - Oberpfälzer Künstlerhaus in Fronberg, a suburb of Schwandorf. I'm working on video project. Editing to be specific. Very, very tedious. I may do some composition, if I have the time, but that is not a priority. 

So, take off from LAX at around 5:10 PM. An almost 12 hour flight. Amazingly, the middle seat was empty. That makes all the difference. The flight was fine. Then I had to deal with the trains. I like riding on trains. But not on crowded trains during rush hour. I buy first class tickets for trains. Especially when I have luggage. Especially when traveling when school is letting out and it is rush hour. Something I was taught by a world-wise friend. However it is a waste of money if you've bought the ticket, but the train ends up not having a first class car. There ended up being plenty of room on that train though. The second train, that had a first class car, packed us in like sardines. I had to stand for that whole ride, which lasted at least 90 minutes. After that 12 hour plane ride. Ultimately I arrived in Schwandorf, was met at the station by a staff member and we headed to the Villa.

Bradley Terminal LAX

                 Train change at Freising.

Munich Airport






Freising.

The ALEX train. Munich to Prague; it stops in Schwandorf. 

                And back in Schwandorf after 13 years!

Look, when these pages are published the photos end up in an order and positions that I did not place them in. This blog program pretty much does what it wants and ignores me. It is very frustrating, but we'll have to deal with it. 

Luggage including the Travel Tuba.



                                                                     

Monday, July 24, 2023

On the Road Again! July 24 for July 14 & 15

 I am back in my favorite Bavarian village of Fronburg. It is Friday; I got here on Tuesday. I am not over the jet lag, but things are better. I've been a bit busy here, but I'll get to that in future posts. For now a quick recap of the weekend before departure. 

CuZns performed as itself, then with Karl Evangelista's quintet last Friday at Automata. An evening of free improvisation. I think it was one of CuZns' more risky performances. That duo can go places. And it did. As did Karl's quintet. Improvising is difficult work, but I managed to have a little fun in the process.

The next day we were all at Wayne Peet's studio to record. Free improvisation again. It is great not to have to read any notes. Of course, if the leader says, "Do it again!," you're in a world of trouble. 

CuZns is: Bobby Bradford, William Roper

The Karl Evangelista Quintet is: Karl Alfonso Defensor Evangelista,  Margaret Rei Scampavia Evangelista, Robert Lopez, Bobby Bradford, William Roper.

Photos courtesy of Cassia Streb, Jennifer Bewerse, Kim Kahn, Wayne Peet and yours truly. 


















Friday, November 4, 2022

Edit - verb...make changes to text, film, etc.

Started the editing of the quartet yesterday at Wayne's. We got the first two movements done. The final movement, then mixing/mastering next week. It is very tedious work, but necessary and at some moments fun. 






Wednesday, November 2, 2022

Breeze Through Azabu

 In 2015 the International Center for Japanese Culture sponsored a competition  for compositions for two 13 string, one 17 string kotos and Bb clarinet. I submitted a piece: Stellar's Sea Eagle - On seeing the Tower of Prayer - Cape Soya. I didn't win the competition, but I dedicated and sent the piece to Michiyo Yagi, with whom I had performed when I was doing my residency in Japan in 2013. She loved the piece, but had no occasion to perform it. A few months ago I received a massage from her husband and manager Mark Rappaport, asking if I was willing to redo the piece for four kotos and clarinet. Michiyo had received a small grant form Arts Council Tokyo to commission and perform new music for koto. Of course, I said yes. However, in reviewing the score, I just couldn't see how it could easily be done. That piece was very specific and each instrument had a particular extramusical role to play. There was no room for another instrument without undermining the conceptual basis of the work. So we decided I should do a brand new work. That work is now in Michiyo's hands. 

It is titled: Breeze Through Azabu - I'm Just Seeing. There's Nothing Wrong with Keeping Your Eyes Open. It is for 17, 18, 21, 25 string kotos and Bb clarinet. It combines graphic and normal Western music notation. Azabu is the neighborhood I lived in when I was in Tokyo. It is sort of upscale, with a lot of foreign embassies so therefore a lot of Gaijin, like me and hipsters, not like me. You can see a few shots of the area here. The premier will be on Dec. 3, 2022 at Koen-Dori Classics, the same venue at which I performed with Michiyo.







Giraffe Metatarsal-Springbok Trumpet

 It should be clear by now that I make instruments out of animal parts. The instruments are necessarily primitive and crude. Some work well, some barely work at all. When I did that recent project for B. McCreary that needed some sounds for Orc war horns, the request was made for wooden and bone horn horns. Wooden horns you can find and more importantly get good sounds out of. That is because you can control the manufacture of the instrument. Bones are a different story. Basically you take what you can get. I started with cow femurs from my work in the food industry. Those are still the best bone instruments I have. But because of my trip to Middle Earth, I looked around for longer, better bones. I got longer, I wouldn't say better. You saw the photo of the giraffe metatarsal in the September 28 post of this blog. I added a couple of springbok horns at one end and a trombone mouthpiece at the other, resulting in a very cool looking trumpet. It doesn't sound as cool as it looks. What can I say? Bone is bone. They are porous, that inner passage is irregular and random, you don't have much of a bell. But it does work, especially when microphones are employed. 

And microphones were employed in the realization of Jessie Cox's Black Mother - ship, which was the finale of the Heidi Duckler Dance production The Body of the People. I used several homemade instruments, as well as some you can get from any good instrument dealer, in Jessie's piece and my own solo section. In that solo section, my character was ancestor calling forth my cohort ancestors and the audience to travel with me to another level of existence. So I chose instruments that made sense to that, but mostly I spoke. Yes, I made it all up on the spot. Gina Cline gets credit for the shots of me as ancestor-caller. 


That same weekend (Oct. 21 & 22) I was back at Wayne Peet's studio to do a recording led by Welsh harpist Rhodri Davies, who was at the start of a short U.S. tour. Also on the session was Ang Wilson, playing electronics. We did Davies/Roper, Davies/Roper/Wilson and Davies/Wilson. I'm using the names because using harp/tuba, etc. is so far from what was happening as to be silly. I listened to the roughs a couple of days ago. I think that they are very good. I don't know what Rhodri intends to do with the recordings. Maybe you'll have a chance to hear them someday. 


The big excitement is that this past Sunday, (Oct. 30) I was on a shopping trip in Manhattan Beach. There were a lot of people walking around with pumpkins. Okay, it was the day before Halloween, so maybe not so strange. But all of the pumpkins had wheels! The shopkeeper informed us that Manhattan Beach has an annual pumpkin race. I knew you would want some shots of that! (Some of those pumpkins weren't pumpkins.)