Wednesday, 6 May 2015

Something for Marc Yeats...

Despite the absence of recent posts on here, there is such progress being made behind the scenes.

I heard a piece by the brilliant Marc Yeats and I wanted to dedicate something to him.  Listening to Marc's music is always an inspiration for me and he is a very good and supportive friend.  I promised him that I was writing a piece, dedicated to him, called post hoc: (after it), by which I intended to suggest that my music came after listening to one of his most recent pieces.

I intend to fulfil my promise!  But I was looking through my catalogue of study scores on YouTube last evening when I came across a piece by the late American composer, Morton Feldman, which just blew my sock off.  This was the music that had been in my head all these years:  the slow place, the proliferation of silences, the atonal but repetitive nature of the music narrative.

So I began to sketch a piece for piano, touches, which unfolded so organically from within itself, perhaps as if I had been given 'permission' to write it.  It will all be done in a few days and I'll have made that breakthrough which has eluded me for so long.

post hoc  will still be written, I promise you, Marc!  But in this new style.  And with a force and vision I haven't felt for years.

Monday, 2 February 2015

It is with some trepidation...

...that I announce that I am making some progress with this composition malarkey.  To put it another way, I am writing some music.

The final kick of inspiration came from a piece by a remarkable composer called Simone Movio; someone, it seems, just as obsessed with the natural order of silences as I have become.  

In the back of my head, I'm still working on the string quartet, Gestures and Memories, but since that is a major work, I've decided to write a piano piece called silentum, inter (silences, interrupted) which I would like to dedicate to Mr Movio.

I'm sure it will make his day...

Is it really that long...?

Is it really that long since I wrote anything here?  Almost a year?

You might conclude from this long period of inactivity, that I have been inactive. I wish I might say, 'far from it.'  But the only thing I composed from beginning to end was one piece, Contours, for the Sheffield Society of Recorder Players.  I was played last July.  It went well, thank you for asking, with one comment hitting my funny bone, from the mouth of a Swedish(?) bass player...

it sounds like music from a horror film..

But, after rehearsing and actually have them watch me, the conductor, the final run through went well and it pleased me.  My friend Chris, who's close to ninety years old, did have one small reservation, however...

Oh Michael, why are you doing this to us?

After that piece, I composed nothing else in 2014.  I did little bits here and there but again failed to complete them.  Until the very end, 2014 was not a good year.

But this is 2015 and there's new hope.  I think I may have a handle on actually how to compose music.  Now that's saying something for someone who's been doing it for fifty years or more.  It's all to do with Elliot Carter, Caitlin Rowley and the notion of improvisation.  This is such a HUGE thing, I'll write a new post about it when I'm some way into the piece (for treble recorder and piano, composed for the saintedly patient Treena Hope) and I actually have something to show for all my words.

2015 has started better than I could ever have imagined.  I hope that means I'll finally get down to some serious composing again.

But please don't hold your collective breaths - it is almost a year since you heard from me...

Happy New Year.

Saturday, 8 March 2014

Prelude in G

During my researches into combining silences with music, I came across an old CD I made about twelve years ago.  These thoughts were clearly in my mind when I wrote this little prelude in 2002...

spatia inter

spacia inter is my latest experiment with sound and silences.  silentum inter is still on the go for alto recorder player Treena Hope.  Things take time...

But that is precisely the point.  I've always taken for too much time to write music.  It's a habit I've fallen into but I'm going to find a climb a way out of if kills me.  No more working for five hours in the morning, completing twenty bars or so, then going back in the afternoon (after my daily dose of Waitrose White Chocolate Tiramisu) only to delete nineteen of them.  And tinker with the rest until I forget the initial inspiration, why I started it in the first place.

I can improvise, for heaven's sake;  it's just a matter of taking the mood of one of these improvs and setting it down definitively.  This, from now on, will be my new compositional method.  Intellectual rigour will be, well, taken care of.

As those of you who have gone to the trouble of reading my older posts will know, I haven't done much composition for some time.  I lack self confidence. Maybe I even lack skill but I've been doing this now for more than fifty years - I remember reading books about composition by Reginald Smith-Brindle when I was in my early teens.  I wrote two completely tonal symphonies when I was 14 and 17 years old.  In 1972, I wrote a completely atonal Capriccio for cello and orchestra;  I know this because I still have a copy of the opening section.

I wrote ten musical theatre pieces between 1977 and 1984; numerous piano pieces, two string quartets (1970 & 1994), masses of music which I made time to begin but not to finish.

I have some sort of ability and a tremendous urge to make music.  It really is about time I let the world hear some of what I write.

I now Tweet (composerinukMPS) and I've had tremendous support from other composers and groups.  I always try to support them back whenever I can. There's a sort of fellowship on Twitter; a sort of understanding that to be critical of composers who are still alive is hurtful, pointless and nasty.  We all get enough of that from every source you can imagine.

Someone asked me not long ago what I did for a living.  I told her that I am a composer...

That sounds rather self-indulgent...

is what she said.  Well, you know, it really isn't.  I have plenty to say and I have gleaned a sort of technique simply inferred from how long I've been doing it.  I can get better.  I will get better... But I'm doing okay.

I'll upload a link to spacia inter as soon as it goes up.

Happy International Women's Day to all of us.

Thursday, 20 February 2014

That Eureka Moment...!

I've been working on two pieces recently, side by side.  One a piano piece, the other for an old pupil of mine, Treena Hope, who plays treble recorder better than anyone I know.

The piano piece had a title and quite a few bars;  silentum inter (the silence in between) and, although I might write eight or nine bars in a single session, I fell into the habit of deleting half of them when I next opened the file. Progress, taking two steps forward and one back, was (as I'm sure you can imagine) painfully slow.

Then, at 3 am today, the solution came to me - put them together as one piece.  It was truly eureka moment but I needed to remember a few of the details and had to get up out if bed to note them down.  I was tempted to write the whole thing then and there but experience has taught me that working through the night is not a good idea.

I hope the next piece of writing on this blog will be called silentum inter and that it will mean that these two pieces have been successfully merged.

This is a short blog, rather like a long Tweet.  Yes, I have joined Twitter and already have 18 followers;  I'm no Stephen Fry but I do hope that number will increase soon.  After all, I've been twittering for almost three days now.  

Like my music, not every piece nor every blog has to be seminal.  I will keep this short just to keep you all posted...

Tuesday, 17 December 2013

I told you it was difficult...

Here I am, in December 2013, having not added a word to my blog in eight months.  You see?  I told you that writing music is very difficult.

Part of the problem is defining who I am and what I want to say as a composer; another part of it is suffering from depression, which has robbed me of many months this year, but this is not the place to talk about that.

In my last entry, I said that I wanted to write short pieces for individual or small groups of performers.  That way, or so my logic went, I would avoid massive problems like the structure or architecture of large scale works.  I also managed to convince myself that if I wrote just one minute of music a day (surely possible with such short pieces for a few instrumentalists) then at the end of the month I would have at least thirty minutes of music.  Quite a portfolio building up there.  And if I'd been able to stick to my plan, I'd have four hours of music written and possibly performed by now.  But it didn't quite go to plan...

To be fair to myself, I have written a few sketches and I have had an abundance of ideas; but they have never once made up a single complete work, although I am coming close with a string quartet, which (for reasons I'll mention on another occasion - like when the thing is finished!) is called, Gestures and Memories.

But there are so many voices in my head, so many sounds, I'm not actually sure that any of them are mine.  And what's the point of being a composer if your music just sounds like a cheap version of someone else's?

But I think things have taken a turn for the better and I want to talk a little bit about that.

The internet being what it is, a vast resource of information and opportunities never before granted to watch pornography (I jest, of course),  I'm able to study scores which may have been completed only very recently.  The one thing I don't see is trends; that's a good thing.  I see composers from all over the world coming up with their own solutions to compositional problems, including the fundamental one; what happens next?  We call all come up with a flourish or a simple series of sounds - a tone row even - but what happens after that?  That's always been the big problem for me.  Does that mean I'm simply not very inventive?  Maybe so but I do hope not.  I have been doing this a long time so it's clearly much more than a passing fad.  But there's just such a huge volume of music out there, where should I decide who my influences might be?  I discounted all -ism, including serialism and minimalism.  So where was I to start...?

In the end, I approached this thought another way.  I greatly admire the musically complex music of the hugely talented composer, Brian Fernyhough.  But I do know that I don't want my music to sound like his.  Brian writes music of enormous difficulty for both performers and listeners alike, in which events happen, often very quickly and frequently simultaneously.  Let me say again that I admire his music a great deal, but I don't want to imitate him.  In fact, I want to reject the New Complexity altogether.  It isn't for me.  Much as I might be impressed by it, I don't want to write like that.

Then I came across a remarkable young composer called Marc Yeats - of course you can search these people on YouTube and you'll get many hits.  What, it seems to me, is different about Marc is his complete and utter rejection of  -isms;  every piece for him sounds like a new challenge and a new adventure and I have grown to love many of his pieces.  And I learn from that, almost self evidently, that the music I hear in my head, and there's a lot of it which I choose to call my own, also rejects -isms.  Why would the world want to hear my pale imitations of New Complexity when there are some very talented young composers who have studied it and would do a far better job than I.

Also, again self evidently and this time from Marc, that every piece I write need not be seminal, cast in a form or structure that I will then spend the rest of my life duplicating, having 'found my voice'.  There are thousands of voices in my head (or embryonic pieces as I choose to call them) and not one of them sounds like another.  In fact, unlike in writing, I think finding my voice would be a disastrous thing for me.    

So, no -isms to follow and not one composer from whom I want to steal.  That's a start, at least.  And I have another piece for string quartet that's been swimming around my head for weeks now, and it seems that I've alighted on a solution, if not for ever, then at least for this piece.  And that is that it will be slow moving.  Events will unfold slowly and attacks will be few and far between - the opposite, it seems to me, of Brian's music.  And there will be prolonged silences and moments of stillness and contemplation.  For me, that's new.

It's not much, but it is a starting point.  And I know other composers have reached similar conclusions, like John Taverner and Arvo Part, but I'm not, again somewhat self evidently, them.  I can approach these new voices without the weight on my shoulders of having to be seminal;  this is my solution for one piece, not necessarily the direction of my music for the rest of my life.  I have to thank Marc for that.

Ladies and gentlemen (if my readership amounts to that many people) I can only promise to keep you posted.

And in the meantime I wish you all a happy holiday and all the best for 2014.  Maybe that will be the year you come to hear of me!