Vespers recording, Day One

The first day was very successful, and everyone was patient and professional. It’s delightful to work with these folks.

  1. Decided to change Grant’s two notes, um, two more times. He smiles wryly each time.
  2. Looks like we’re keeping the original harp and theorbo notes in Magnificat, after all. Mostly. They’re convinced it’s doable, and that I’m not an idiot for writing it that way.
  3. David Patrick Stearns of the Philadelphia Inquirer and Jim Cotter of Creatively Speaking on WRTI come to the sessions to write, interview, film, and record the goings-on. I am to be interviewed on-camera for WRTI, which is starting to add video to its website. I ask Jim “How’s my hair?,” since my normally unruly mop has gone through about 15 dozen headphone-on-headphone-off changings. Jim lies, “It looks delicious”; David says that I look like a “working composer.” This cannot be good. I’m sure the video will turn up as an audition at Bozo the Clown headquarters.
  4. I think the interview goes OK; at least I avoid saying most of the top-of-my-head opinions that would only get me into trouble.
  5. Photographer sees Priscilla and me and takes our picture together. She already knows Priscilla is my daughter, and now she knows how to spell shawm. Culture advances!
  6. Donald is extremely patient, and knows just the right word to say at each stoppage
  7. Piffaro works incessantly on things that I can hardly hear
  8. Producer George Blood whispers to me, “This is what makes them great. They keep moving the goalposts back.”
  9. The singers of The Crossing are extremely patient. They keep singing the same things over and over, which would make me hate my music. They still smile at me though.
  10. Piffaro is extremely patient. We keep moving them around the room to get the right balance and sound from the space.
  11. Recorders are really loud
  12. The air conditioning compressor has a mind of its own and decides to kick in, even after we’ve shut it off. At least a half-hour of recording time flies away, all told.
  13. We get four numbers in the can
  14. George has amazing ears
  15. Tad, the engineer, is a Swiss watch of efficiency
  16. George and Tad are extremely patient
  17. George and Tad always work in long-sleeve shirts, and ties, and are utterly unflappable. It occurs to me that they would make good FBI agents.
  18. Absolutely beautiful music-making from everyone

Vespers recording checklist

Start recording Vespers tomorrow, with Piffaro and The Crossing. Time to go over the checklist from the last couple of months since the premiere:

  1. Compose new instrumental piece, Nun danket all und bringet Ehr, to insert before Deo gratias
  2. Why not make it a triple canon, you’ve got time
  3. Copy, paste, and transpose: this is why computers were invented
  4. Copy, paste, and transpose approximately 538 bazillion times before it sounds right
  5. Triple canon, what was I thinking
  6. Edit Psalm 27
  7. Think again
  8. Add barlines and time signatures to Psalm 27 and forget the it’s-chant-how-hard-could-it-be attitude; stop making the choir use their fingers to find where they are
  9. Transpose Psalm 27 down a step; stop making the choir fidget, there’s a lot of singing after this
  10. Rewrite one-third of Psalm 27
  11. Now edit Psalm 27
  12. Change something in the 2-sackbut verse of Vater unser, something doesn’t sit right
  13. Send Donald notes on a few pronunciation questions
  14. Take back one of the pronunciation questions; Jackie agrees with Donald (note to self: show stuff to Jackie first)
  15. Leave the 2-sackbut verse alone; it’s perfect
  16. Make Deo gratias longer; too short of an ending for such a big work; maybe repeat signs? No, seriously, repeat signs? Somewhere?
  17. Change ridiculous harp and theorbo lines at end of Magnificat
  18. Send new ideas to Christa and Grant three different times and really annoy them
  19. Add two guitar notes at end of In dir ist Freude; Grant writes back dryly, “Makes all the difference.” Laugh out loud.
  20. Change ridiculous harp lines in Psalm 113
  21. Edit Foreword, add text of Nun danket all to front of score
  22. Look everything over one more time. Everything.
  23. Fix everything: text alignments, margins, spacing, everything
  24. Print score
  25. Now fix all the page numbers that you never looked at you idiot, that changed because of Psalm 27 rewrite
  26. Print score again
  27. Extract new Deo gratias parts, with more music and new ending; pat self on back for not using repeat signs
  28. Notice something missing from Sackbut 1 part
  29. Realize you deleted final version of Deo gratias
  30. Take back-patting back; smack self in forehead
  31. Reconstruct Deo gratias from PDF score you uploaded, which is now the only copy you idiot
  32. Print score again
  33. Print all parts again for extras just in case
  34. Where are we recording?
  35. Forehead hurts; take aspirin
Where we will record. Inside.

Where we will record. Inside, I'm pretty sure.

Now is the Time, Theme Music

The new Sunday night 10 o’clock show on WRTI (HD2 and streaming) ought to have theme music, I thought, so I started looking through works of mine, as with the theme for Discoveries from the Fleisher Collection, to see if anything would fit. I looked over everything that has survived ritual burning up to this point, and the only piece that came close to being a match was a curious Four Hymns for Four Guitars, written in, wow, 1985 for the amiable Philadelphia Guitar Quartet. Wonderful guys all, astute musicians, and very helpful when I was working on it. Turns out when we moved from Manayunk to Mt. Airy we ended up a couple blocks away from Bill Ghezzi of that Quartet, who then commenced to move onto our street with his family. When they found out I lived there, they moved to New Hampshire.

Well, not right away…we worked on these hymns and a Totentanz and a Mazurka I wrote for him. Then Dartmouth hired his wife and him away from us. And that’s why he moved. Seriously, Bill’s terrific: here he is playing the Totentanz.

But the Quartet played the Four Hymns some, including on a WHYY Radio Community Concert. Some of it I still like, including the beginning of the third hymn, “No, Not One.” It’s an old gospel hymn, known from its opening lines, “There’s not a friend like the lowly Jesus. No, not one! No, not one!” I was trying out the manipulation of pitch aggregates, as I recall. No, I’m kidding. Nobody says, “manipulation of pitch aggregates.” No, I’m kidding. A lot of people say “manipulation of pitch aggregates,” all of them composers who have been to college, and I think for a month and a half I said it, but it means absolutely nothing—nothing more than “I was shoving notes around,” or (here’s a thought) “I was composing”—but some folks like to throw “aggregates” around, you bet, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.

For me, I just liked how you could mix up a five-note scale in pretty much any order (many gospel tunes are constructed from five-note scales), you could then use that mix to accompany the tune, and if you slowed it all down, it sounded real pretty. For a while. In this piece, you can hear the tune in low, punctuated, held notes, a cantus firmus with curlicues of arpeggios cascading off of it.

So that’s what this theme music is. But all I had was an old tape of that community concert, and what with the hiss, and oh yes thebabythatkeptcryingintheaudience, I went back to the drawing board and now, après-1985 and with a computer and everything, renotated the beginning of that movement (not caring how it looked, really) and made an mp3 with “classical guitar” sounds on it, ooo.

But it didn’t sound very good—certainly not as good as four real guitars—so I started replacing, and adding, and editing instrument sounds, and a weekend later I had a minute and change of 12-string and pedal steel guitars, pizzicato acoustic and Rickenbacker basses, long-decaying marimbas, and other whatnots: an entire orchestra of made-up sounds in pentatonic mode that had enough goofy sparkle for a theme but enough wallpaper to yak over.

It also is stylistically neutral enough, I think, to serve as an adequate introduction to a show featuring all kinds of new music. I hope you like it, and if you get a chance to listen to the show (Sunday nights at 10, or did I say that already?), I hope you like that, too. I’m having fun putting it together, and thanks to WRTI for giving a slot over to contemporary American music.

Here is the theme, minus my yakking over it:


A hymn on Psalm 8

Just delivered to our door is the latest Lutheran Forum magazine, dated Pentecost/Summer 2008, and my hymn, as promised, is included. Under the new editorship of Sarah Hinlicky Wilson they’ve appointed a Hymn Editor, Sally Messner, who has taken on the worthy project of printing a new hymn each issue. I sent in two hymns for consideration, and they chose O Lord, Our Lord, Your Excellent Name, for which I wrote the text, based on Psalm 8, as well as music.

Although I enjoy writing prose and setting poetry, I have not written much original poetry because, well, it’s hard. Really, really hard. This leaves aside the question of whether I possess a gift for it, a question I have no more hope of answering than the question of whether I have a gift for composition. Well, someone else can take a crack at answering that.

I do remember that when I decided to focus only on composing it was because I’d rather do one thing well than a couple of things (including playing the bass guitar) just competently, resting in the hope, of course, that I could one day compose well. At least, the amount of time I would need to invest to get really good at poetry or my Fender Jazz Bass I realized I’d rather spend composing. Real poets and real bass players have my unalloyed respect. Nevertheless, every once in a while I try my hand at it. Poetry, that is; I sold the bass.

That’s the hymn, above (click on it for a full-size copy), and here’s a midi version if you care for a listen:


Writing texts and music for hymns carries with it the challenges peculiar to poetry and composition, but also the additional challenge of immediate functionality. The materials cannot be involved or obscure; the artist cannot stray too far ahead or the congregation simply will not follow. But if the materials are too common, the worshipers go nowhere, their attention dulled by cliché. This is a delicate dance, the stretching and the comforting. I find, increasingly, that it intrigues me. It’s still hard—really, really hard—but it intrigues me.

This is Psalm 8:

O LORD our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth! who hast set thy glory above the heavens. Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger. When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour. Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet: All sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field; The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas. O LORD our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!

and the hymn text:

1. O Lord, our Lord, your excellent name
Fills heaven and earth with a glorious sound.
Each new-sprung voice now leads the acclaim
Of grateful hosannas for mercies profound.

2. O Lord, our Lord, with wonder we gaze
On all you have fashioned, the heavenly span
Of moon and stars, creation’s displays.
We ponder our presence in your shining plan.

3. O Lord, our Lord, around we discern
The dearest reminders of visited love.
Beneath the angels, we humbly learn
The wise obligation for gifts from above.

4. O Lord, our Lord, your excellent name
With all living creatures our voices resound.
All earth, all oceans join the acclaim:
Our Lord still is with us! Our thanks will abound!

Two new hymns

A recent hymn, O Lord, Our Lord, Your Excellent Name, my versification and setting of Psalm 8, has been selected for publication in the next Lutheran Forum, summer of 2008

speaking of hymns, we just sang on Pentecost Sunday the newest collaboration with Rev. Michael Tavella, O Helper Spirit, You Are Here; this one is more chant-inspired, I believe, than my other hymns, the springboard being the words that end each verse: O Veni Sancte Spiritus;

here’s a look:icon_pdf.gif

and here’s a listen: Play button

Music in church: A song of myself?

First published in Lutheran Forum, Fall 2003

Out of all the questions Gordon A. Beck asks in “Questions About Current Lutheran Music Practices” (Lutheran Forum, Easter/Spring 2003), he’s really asking only one: “What do we desire?” His answer is: “Let’s do that.” For the article is simply an appeal to our personal preferences, to the styles we like, to the culture that surrounds us.

And most of all, to our emotions. What kind of music excites them? And once they’re excited, what do we “do” with them? This fleshly focus distinguishes between musical styles that speak to the emotions and those that do not. But this is a false distinction, for any music that does not involve our emotions is merely inferior music. Good music, whatever its style, speaks to our whole being or it fails as music.

But the author does not even address emotions so much as our expression of them, so turning the focus further from the God who is worshipped to the demeanor of the worshipper: “Those committed to a more spiritually driven worship are looking for more informality, too. They are looking for greater expressions of emotion and perhaps bodily movements, for when this brand of Lutheran worship is at its optimum, some hand clapping and raising of hands will occur.”

Where to begin with such a statement as this? No more concern for spiritual worship anymore—let’s have spiritually driven worship (and with one word we set foot on the slippery slope of judging the heart). No more concern for the communion of saints anymore—let’s peek in and rate them before we join in. No more concern for worship at all—let’s buy a worship brand (what else does one do with a brand, once its optimum is quantified?). No more concern for worshipping the Lord in the beauty of holiness—we want results. They’d better be measurable results—there shall be the clapping and raising of hands! We will judge and be judged according to the enthusiasm we show.

We have now slid down from the mountain of the Spirit to the valley of spiritual fascism.

Another grave error—equating emotions with “spiritual longings”—is betrayed with the words “upbeat spiritual longings.” What could this remarkable phrase possibly mean (except that it’s what keeps people away from church on Good Friday, with all of its sad, slow music)?

But really, we do know what “upbeat spiritual longings” mean here, and let’s not kid ourselves. It is a longing for music with a beat. Not just a desire for any beat (all music has a beat, after all), but for a strong pulse on two and four, overlaid with syncopation. (Chants and Renaissance- inspired chorales, with their mix of two- and three-beat rhythms, are not syncopated, by the way.) It is no coincidence that this backbeat on two and four is the sine qua non of the popular music industry, which hardened into a common language 50 years ago and reigns supreme in the world today. It is little wonder that some people want to hear it in church, since it is inescapable everywhere else.

There’s nothing wicked about this or any style, but experience teaches that an incessant beat strangles melodic invention (and encourages prosaic texts). Syncopation works fine with pop music and its small band format. It is actually needed because of pop’s thin melodic and harmonic language, as one of the only ways left to coax out musical interest. But the catch is that syncopation undermines corporate singing. The preeminent reason church music is in fairly straight rhythms is so that large groups of people can sing to the Lord together. The reason Scripture is pointed for chanting is so that we can all proclaim God’s Word together. Shoehorning a congregation into pop, however, creates practical problems.

It is impossible for any untrained group to sing syncopated syllables at the same time, so a vague uneasiness and timidity settles over the congregation (of any age, by the way) when pop is introduced without major sonic cushioning. Tentative singing necessitates “leading,” beyond simple accompaniment, by means of visual cues and verbal encouragement. Amplification is highly recommended, preferably supported by monolithic percussion and a heavy bass line, to construct a wall of sound for the singing to recline into. This buttressing produces a coarse and indistinct expression, all because the music is ill suited to its purpose.

The best church music, in contrast, has a translucent integrity of materials that leads worshippers almost by itself.

Whether dancing and clapping Christians in Nigeria (as suggested) or anywhere else might be a model for us misses the point, since we would only be trading one culture for another. We should not look to Nigerian culture, we should not look to German or American culture, we should by no means “embrace” culture (the author’s advice) at all. For “culture” is nothing more than another word for “the world.” If we want to know the source of “sometimes-destructive dichotomies in worship that we have created for ourselves,” as it’s called in the article (“wars and fightings among us,” James 4:1 calls it), we need look no further than our desire—our lust, if you will—to embrace the world and to do what we like.

The discussion of Luther’s use of “secular folk song” is interesting but irrelevant. Let there be no confusion between folk and pop music. Christian popular music is not folk music. Authentic folk music comes from a geographically or ethnically defined group, usually orally transmitted. It exists blithely untouched by economics, and the best of it has a stability, purity, and power that translates beyond its borders.

Pop music’s very life, however, depends on one factor only: its ability to make money. It is the product of an industry no different from the film or fashion industries in its utter reliance on market research and the invention of ever-changing fads. Its substance is style, and the relentless pursuit of new styles defines its very soul. It lives only to divert us, and our money. Fads drive the dollar. Pop is, first, last, and only, what sells.

Not that creators of Christian pop, or of any popular music for that matter, only want to make money—far be it. If we said that, we would be judging their hearts by outward appearance, the same mistake made by those who point to, say, a lack of hand-raising or tears as a sign of not being “in touch with our feelings,” or worse, not “in the Spirit.” No. What we must say, though, is that any music modeled after pop music has thrown its lot in with a culture of selling, of entertainment, of desire.

Pop music is necessarily ephemeral, and any pop song is doomed to irrelevance once the prevailing winds change course. And they always change course, their worldly associations becoming albatrosses that cannot be shaken loose. As much as we like the oldies, how destructive of worship is it always to be reminded of Neil Diamond or Gordon Lightfoot when a certain “praise” song comes up?

What lives by the fad shall die by the fad.

Some will say, “Yes, but pop music brings people into church. Isn’t that the whole point?” In fact, it’s not the whole point, but anyway let’s look at the premise. It’s not clear that pop music does bring people into church. It’s very clear that churches experiencing growth are by and large those that, first, make an effort to reach out, and second, strongly preach the Gospel. Some of these churches use pop music, true, but some only to a small extent, and some not at all. Some using pop music also have a volatile church population turnover. And churches that have toyed with pop music but have also watered down the Gospel have declining memberships, that trend going back to the 1960s. Sometimes even the Gospel does not draw people in; should missionaries laboring in the field change the Gospel when their numbers aren’t up? The “whole point” is, we should preach the Gospel in season and out of season, and it is a good thing to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to the name of the Most High.

How? The best questions will always concern the purpose of worship, not the surface accidents of a culturally prescribed relevance. A group of people who were once entrusted with a major renewal of worship music had this to say:

“…liturgical music must possess those characteristics which make it preeminently sacred and adapted to the good of souls. It must surely emphasize above all else the dignity of divine worship, and at the same time be able to express pleasantly and truly the sentiments of the christian soul. It must also be catholic, answering to the needs of every people, country and age, and combine simplicity with artistic perfection.”

We would be hard pressed to define the goal of music in church any better than this. With these words of exactly 100 years ago, the writers of the Preface to the monumental Liber usualis, the great book of chants for the church year, set forth the goals to which all of us should aspire. Church music will be sacred, yes, set apart from the world so that it can feed the whole Christian soul and not just tickle its ears. Its dignity will match the profound import of its divine calling, but it will be pleasing and speak to the mind and heart. Since its aim will be the unity of all Christians throughout space and time, it will avoid hackneyed trends, always seeking out those elements that have stood time’s test, and recreate what is current into something new and holy. It will perform these tasks with elegance and good taste. This calling will bring to bear every technical skill and spiritual resource God has provided to those who are its creators and transmitters.

Whether the music we use is chant or not, this should be our aim. There can never be an excuse to bring before God less than the best that we are able to bring: “our selves, our time, and our possessions.” What we offer are “signs” of his “gracious love,” not pale copies of what the world sells to us. Let us sing a new song!

Finally, one statement in the article betrays such a stereotype among American Lutherans that I must make a personal observation. It is inconsistent of those who, on the one hand, praise diversity in all its forms and yet, on the other, always like to take a whack at the Germans. No one who has stood with a congregation of 60- to 95-year-old Germans singing “Sonne der Gerechtigkeit” (“At the Lamb’s High Feast We Sing,” LBW #210)—no one who has heard the energy, fervor, and yes, volume that would shame a congregation one-third the age and three times the size—no one who has heard “O Lamm Gottes” patiently sung all three times through over slow, pulsing half-notes, with all the rich reediness that intense yet quavery voices can muster—no one who has felt the goose-bumps that refuse to leave for five minutes after the last chord dies away—no one, I say, experiencing that transport would ever lightly toss around the phrase “Teutonic spiritual stupor” in describing the Gottesdienst.

May we never question the emotional commitment of any brother or sister in Christ based on what kind of music they sing or what forms of worship they use. May we never judge church music by what the world dispenses through the radio. Supposed Lutheran stoicism makes an easy foil against which to compare putatively more lively and emotional expressions. But to fall into that trap is sadly to miss the world of deep and abiding feeling, as well as the hair-raising electricity, that Lutheran music has to offer.

It is not about our desires. I have personal preferences as much as anyone. I blushingly confess to a soft spot for Victorian saccharine, Viennese schmaltz, and The Four Tops. There are parts of the LBW settings that I adore and parts that I could do without. But when I go to church, I dismiss all my preferences and desires. I kneel, sit, and stand with my brothers and sisters, I sing loud everything that’s put in front of me, and I keep my opinions to myself. And don’t you know, I get emotional, sometimes very, with music I love and with music I don’t. The Spirit is funny like that. Above all I try to give to the Lord what he deserves, and really the only thing he desires: my worship.