I had meant to write this earlier in the semester, but life and everything got in the way.
I was in the music library one day making some copies, when I overheard a certain music professor "chatting" with one of the student workers.
On this day, the school newspaper released its new edition, and one of the editorials was titled something like "Don't Overlook Student Musicians." It was a referring to the time that a certain performer (whose name rhymes with Bike Bosner) came to perform, and though one of our more prominent student bands was very connected to the artist, the University student board neglected to choose them as one of the opening acts to the concert (of which he had like 8, but that's besides the point).
As this professor was waiting for the library staff to retrieve something for her, she started perusing said newspaper. I was making copies, and half eaves-dropping (don't judge me, it's the music school. Everybody eaves-drops) when I heard the professor say something along the lines of "you know, they really shouldn't publish things like this - it confuses people and detracts from what music students REALLY do."
This statement got me thinking about the role that we play in the whole music world. This professor is known for her... pedestalistic (is that even a word? I don't even know) view of music. And by that I mean that in her mind (and a lot of classically trained minds), there is a clear dichotomy between "good music" and "crap music," with classical music being at the top of that pedestal (pyramid, whatever you want).
This begs the question: What are we music students really trying to accomplish, in all of our educational endeavors? It is no secret that classical music is a slowly dying art, associated mainly with old people and those who are perhaps not as apt socially. And Asians. Are we to continue this trend of slowly emptying concert halls and bankrupt symphonies forever?
The whole point of music is to ENJOY oneself. Just as there is a time and place for Shostakovich's 6th Symphony, so too is there room for Justin Bieber's "Baby." Art is art, expression is expression. It is just that people who are along the vein of J-biebs is simply a bit EASIER to "appreciate," so to speak.
This is starting to sound like an entire (boring) dissertation, so I'll stop soon... I only want to point out that while there are people who like to stay soundly in their own worlds, such as this professor or Sir Bieber, there are a great amount of people looking to bridge the gap betweenclassical and "mainstream" music. Youtube musicians Paul Dateh and Jason Yang are both classically trained violinists, yet they are branching out and exploring the worlds of hip hop and pop, while still keeping the integrity of their instruments, and especially with Mr. Dateh, adds little "hints" and easter eggs of classical riffs into his music.
So I guess what I'm saying is, instead of perpetuating the dichotomy, and resisting change, to try to incorporate different aspects into one's work. Being one-dimensional is so boring. I can appreciate just about anything from Lady Gaga to Samuel Barber, and I feel that I am better off because of it.
Gosh this became so rambly... Apologies, but please let me know what you think. These are just things that I've experienced and are my opinons on the matter.
May 29, 2011
May 21, 2011
Oh hey....
Oh hi there. Long time no see. I've missed you. Or something.
Though I'm very tempted to say that that picture has been indicative of my past semester, in reality I've been fortunate to be surrounded by a bunch of wonderful people that I can safely call my friends. It's due to you guys that I have been able to get through the semeseter. Even though some of those nights were spent procrastinating through various means, such as baking brownies and dinner dates, to making homemade whipped cream and bitching about life, to mad rushes to Burger King and those orgasmic fries, to laughing my ass off because of a voice immodulation...
The semester has been so good to me. I had my first whole recital ever, I started a choir that put together a very successful concert, and I think I've figured out the rest of my life. At least in college. Maybe.
Also, apologies to the lack of posting toward the end of the semester. I do this thing where I'm all like "oh yeah, I'm gonna be so proactive about everything FOREVER," when in reality I'll try half-heartedly to do something, and then procrastinate like it's my job, then throw everything to the wayside while I desperately try to catch up on essential things like schoolwork and sleep.
Did I tell you I found my first white hair this semester?
I can't believe it. Although I've figured out that it's pretty much stress induced... But seriously, I already have such little hair as it is... Can a brotha get a break?
Will I go to hell for saying that?
Maybe, if I am unable to get my stress under control, I'll at least look hot, like this:
However, knowing me, I'll probably just look like this:
That is an actual artist's rendering (not really...)
But anyway, now that it's summer, I will have more time to update and such (to the nine of you that read this, I don't even know why I bother plugging this and such...). It promises to be a pretty good one, and busy at that. I'm staying with a couple of friends until an internship mid-June, and immediately after that one is done, I'm flying to Colorado to help out at a children's choral festival. After that I fly home, where I'm preparing yet another recital with a couple of my friends, and then I'm flying out to Oregon in August to participate in another conducting workshop. After that I'll be bumming around with friends in Oregon and Chicago until school starts back up in the fall.
All in all, I have no idea how I'm going to sleep ever.
I'm also hoping to slowly get more active. I know I've said this multiple times (perhaps just to myself and not necessarily on here), but I am really going to make a concentrated effort! Besides me being a shallow bitch and being hyper-critical of everything, my back problems have had a tendency to flare up...
That plus the discovery of the two white hairs has led me to believe that I'm actually about 68 years old.
I even had a dream about discovering another white hair that was like right in front of my face! It was so vivid, and I remember it even being pretty painful when I went to yank it out...
Wait, was that even a dream, or did that just happen last week?
I really can't remember.
I think I've lost my mind.
Though I'm very tempted to say that that picture has been indicative of my past semester, in reality I've been fortunate to be surrounded by a bunch of wonderful people that I can safely call my friends. It's due to you guys that I have been able to get through the semeseter. Even though some of those nights were spent procrastinating through various means, such as baking brownies and dinner dates, to making homemade whipped cream and bitching about life, to mad rushes to Burger King and those orgasmic fries, to laughing my ass off because of a voice immodulation...
The semester has been so good to me. I had my first whole recital ever, I started a choir that put together a very successful concert, and I think I've figured out the rest of my life. At least in college. Maybe.
Also, apologies to the lack of posting toward the end of the semester. I do this thing where I'm all like "oh yeah, I'm gonna be so proactive about everything FOREVER," when in reality I'll try half-heartedly to do something, and then procrastinate like it's my job, then throw everything to the wayside while I desperately try to catch up on essential things like schoolwork and sleep.
Did I tell you I found my first white hair this semester?
I can't believe it. Although I've figured out that it's pretty much stress induced... But seriously, I already have such little hair as it is... Can a brotha get a break?
Will I go to hell for saying that?
Maybe, if I am unable to get my stress under control, I'll at least look hot, like this:
However, knowing me, I'll probably just look like this:
That is an actual artist's rendering (not really...)
But anyway, now that it's summer, I will have more time to update and such (to the nine of you that read this, I don't even know why I bother plugging this and such...). It promises to be a pretty good one, and busy at that. I'm staying with a couple of friends until an internship mid-June, and immediately after that one is done, I'm flying to Colorado to help out at a children's choral festival. After that I fly home, where I'm preparing yet another recital with a couple of my friends, and then I'm flying out to Oregon in August to participate in another conducting workshop. After that I'll be bumming around with friends in Oregon and Chicago until school starts back up in the fall.
All in all, I have no idea how I'm going to sleep ever.
I'm also hoping to slowly get more active. I know I've said this multiple times (perhaps just to myself and not necessarily on here), but I am really going to make a concentrated effort! Besides me being a shallow bitch and being hyper-critical of everything, my back problems have had a tendency to flare up...
That plus the discovery of the two white hairs has led me to believe that I'm actually about 68 years old.
I even had a dream about discovering another white hair that was like right in front of my face! It was so vivid, and I remember it even being pretty painful when I went to yank it out...
Wait, was that even a dream, or did that just happen last week?
I really can't remember.
I think I've lost my mind.
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