You didn't all think I was going to be able to stay away for THAT long, did you? Ha. Well, there's no intention left for this little thing, but I did want to pop back and jot down a thought I had today. I hadn't played at all the past couple of days, because my best friend from kindergarten came to visit over the weekend. But she left this morning, and it gave me a moment to sit at the piano. I didn't feel like anything written... so I slapped together a few notes for an improvisation. It was perhaps the fourth or fifth improv I've ever done without recording. And it's really crazy how different it is when the recorder is on or off. I literally held back NOTHING, and the music came out so naturally and personally. After a year of getting comfortable putting myself on the spot, I guess it STILL was not as comfortable as when I am in solitude. There were no feelings of, "uhhh, what next?" or, "just make some noise! Fill that void!! FILL IT!" And if I can say so myself, it was actually really good.
Still learning....
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Monday, August 13, 2012
We end here.
How to begin?
http://wherewegowhen.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-of-many-i-hope.html
A year ago minus a day, I never would have thought that I would now be wrapping up a project such as this. It did not occur to me that improvisation is something that I would one day feel somewhat comfortable with. In complete truth and honesty, the day I found the resolve to do something like this and took a decision to make it happen was the very day I started WhereWeGoWhen. I started it on an impulse. To want to know.
I remember googling the way to upload easily from my iPhone so that I would not feel hindered by my lack of computer savvy on a day to day basis. And I opened my blogspot account with determined fervor and frenzy... I did not care what the title would be, nor the layout. It was only important that the account was open, to force myself into the project without a moment to second-guess what I might be getting myself into.
It turned out that the project was a far larger commitment than I might have anticipated. There were many days... MANY... when having to get my daily improvisation recorded interrupted other plans and/or obligations. (For those of you who waited an extra twenty minutes for me to arrive at an agreed destination over the past year, I take this opportunity to blame The Project.) I'm lucky that I was able to always find a piano at hand, each and every day. Even when I wasn't in town. I feel VERY lucky that I never had to resort to an electric instrument, nor had to pass off my improv to any other instrument... voice, violin, tin cups... none of which I am very skilled with. And I'm really proud, very proud indeed, that I never missed a single day in the entire year.
One of my most valuable lessons from this project is that the idea of perfection in music is total hogwash. It's something that we already know, but few of us dare to accept in practice. This is particularly true for my classical musician friends. And I know that, however hard I might try to fight it, I will never fully be able to give up the notion of perfect playing. Not really. But it is easier now to accept whatever ideas might come out of me in improvisation. At the beginning, I used to record several improvs a day, and then pick the one I liked best to post. This continued for a long time. It was difficult to find satisfaction in just the first one, knowing that it was going to be public. The improvs, in the first half of the year at least, felt terribly awkward. And since I'm a "professional pianist," I felt expected to put out something that was, at the very least, tasteful, and hopefully something that would make sense.
I don't want to say that I was wrong to do that [record a ton, pick one], because ultimately, it was part of the journey that got me to a place where I could be more comfortable. And to be fair, I was essentially practicing improvisation, and needed the practice. I don't think many people would be willing to put their practice sessions online in any genre of music. What we want to present is our final draft; not the rough, unedited one. Certainly not the little exercises that mean diddly squat, and expose our many, many weaknesses. Anyway, as the project wore on, it became easier and easier to risk the embarrassment. Maybe because the improvs got better and better, but probably just that I desensitized myself to that fear. I couldn't, after all, give that much time to recording and listening, day after day, for the whole year. (At the beginning, it would take hours. Literally.) So I think the endurance factor forced me to let go of my pride and ego, both of which bind us all, anyway.
What I did not expect from the project was the extent to which my life changed because of it. I thought this was just going to get me into improvisation. But having to examine the improvs, the good and the bad, the confusing and the obvious, made me become a philosopher. The connections between music and life are vast; time, nature, physics, emotions, mechanics, dreams... the whole gamut. And I considered all of it over the year. There's certainly a lot that I missed, but some things crept up that had never occurred to me before, and this project was the magnifying glass that made me take notice. The people that I spoke to, the situations that arose, and the conversations that came up were so fascinating and explorative; and were often, either directly or indirectly, results of being in the midst of this process. I'm so grateful to those of you who were part of this project, in big ways and small, whether you know it or not. If we talked at all over the past year, or if I taught you, you taught me. And I learned from you.
It was startling to listen to live music during the project. I no longer listened to music as a product, but rather to the elements that contained the process. Most classical music turned into improvisations before my very eyes, and I started to feel grateful that I already knew what was going to come next as I played written compositions. I gained a closeness to classical composers, and began to recognize their idioms in a much clearer way... in almost a funny way, as I found many motives that would present themselves over and over, subconsciously and unintentionally in my own improvisation.
After this year, I realize that I have a very recognizable style and voice. This was a concern for me all along. I didn't know what my voice would sound like, if I would like it, or if it was something I would have to consciously develop. I didn't know if it was important to try to break away from what felt comfortable and easy, or if I should just follow what was natural. To be honest, I still don't really know how to approach that, because I feel it's important to push ones boundaries, yet remain true to oneself. But what I have been able to conclude is that the voice comes out no matter what. Day by day, it started to become more and more clear, and resistance was futile. My stamp is on every improv I do, whether I want it there or not. And the recurring motives, patterns and intervals that you might catch on any number of the improvs are not there by any choice of mine... they just live there.
Now that the year is up, I want to be able to answer all the questions that I had when I first began. I know that would be impossible. The questions never dry up. They're not to be answered with any degree of certainty. And in fact, the questions were actually never part of the initial goal... they were just side-effects. But it's interesting to note that I had a lot of preconceived notions about improvisation when I started... for example, the idea that I didn't have any language to begin with. At first, I was under the impression that improvised music must somehow be based on "jazz." Well, I think it's pretty obvious to anyone who's heard any of my improvs that they are clearly not jazz. It never really mattered that I didn't know chords or charts or any of that. I had all the language I needed, as Jesse advised early on. The hardest part was simply letting go of what I thought I should know or be. Expectations, whether they were mine or what I thought were others', were the biggest hindrance to my progress.
Two words I mentioned in the first post that should be addressed: fear and vulnerability. They'll never leave us. It is only human to have these, and if you don't, you've got no self-worth. I mean, it's only natural to want to preserve the self, and these two things, well... they're necessary for survival. That being said, it's healthy to exercise them in the proper context. And still, beyond the end of this project, I will continue to have a certain amount of irrational fear. But, I can say that this project has forced me into scary places that I've walked away from relatively unscathed. I'll never regret having done this, and as I stated a few days ago, this project has been the best education I've ever received. So fear and vulnerability, we've got each other by the throats; strong wills and strong grips, but with a wink and a smirk from all sides.
Just as I didn't know how to begin, I don't know how to end. I'm beginning to feel pretty emotional to set the pen down. I'm relieved and apprehensive at the same time. But let's just say it's only for now... a break to celebrate the year's achievement. At the very least, I'll come back to begin the next project (whatever that may be). Maybe we'll even get some new improvs on here at some point. Until then, goodnight. And with that, the journey ends.
Here we go, Day 365: https://ia800304.us.archive.org/8/items/Improv81312/20120813162014.mp3
http://wherewegowhen.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-of-many-i-hope.html
A year ago minus a day, I never would have thought that I would now be wrapping up a project such as this. It did not occur to me that improvisation is something that I would one day feel somewhat comfortable with. In complete truth and honesty, the day I found the resolve to do something like this and took a decision to make it happen was the very day I started WhereWeGoWhen. I started it on an impulse. To want to know.
I remember googling the way to upload easily from my iPhone so that I would not feel hindered by my lack of computer savvy on a day to day basis. And I opened my blogspot account with determined fervor and frenzy... I did not care what the title would be, nor the layout. It was only important that the account was open, to force myself into the project without a moment to second-guess what I might be getting myself into.
It turned out that the project was a far larger commitment than I might have anticipated. There were many days... MANY... when having to get my daily improvisation recorded interrupted other plans and/or obligations. (For those of you who waited an extra twenty minutes for me to arrive at an agreed destination over the past year, I take this opportunity to blame The Project.) I'm lucky that I was able to always find a piano at hand, each and every day. Even when I wasn't in town. I feel VERY lucky that I never had to resort to an electric instrument, nor had to pass off my improv to any other instrument... voice, violin, tin cups... none of which I am very skilled with. And I'm really proud, very proud indeed, that I never missed a single day in the entire year.
One of my most valuable lessons from this project is that the idea of perfection in music is total hogwash. It's something that we already know, but few of us dare to accept in practice. This is particularly true for my classical musician friends. And I know that, however hard I might try to fight it, I will never fully be able to give up the notion of perfect playing. Not really. But it is easier now to accept whatever ideas might come out of me in improvisation. At the beginning, I used to record several improvs a day, and then pick the one I liked best to post. This continued for a long time. It was difficult to find satisfaction in just the first one, knowing that it was going to be public. The improvs, in the first half of the year at least, felt terribly awkward. And since I'm a "professional pianist," I felt expected to put out something that was, at the very least, tasteful, and hopefully something that would make sense.
I don't want to say that I was wrong to do that [record a ton, pick one], because ultimately, it was part of the journey that got me to a place where I could be more comfortable. And to be fair, I was essentially practicing improvisation, and needed the practice. I don't think many people would be willing to put their practice sessions online in any genre of music. What we want to present is our final draft; not the rough, unedited one. Certainly not the little exercises that mean diddly squat, and expose our many, many weaknesses. Anyway, as the project wore on, it became easier and easier to risk the embarrassment. Maybe because the improvs got better and better, but probably just that I desensitized myself to that fear. I couldn't, after all, give that much time to recording and listening, day after day, for the whole year. (At the beginning, it would take hours. Literally.) So I think the endurance factor forced me to let go of my pride and ego, both of which bind us all, anyway.
What I did not expect from the project was the extent to which my life changed because of it. I thought this was just going to get me into improvisation. But having to examine the improvs, the good and the bad, the confusing and the obvious, made me become a philosopher. The connections between music and life are vast; time, nature, physics, emotions, mechanics, dreams... the whole gamut. And I considered all of it over the year. There's certainly a lot that I missed, but some things crept up that had never occurred to me before, and this project was the magnifying glass that made me take notice. The people that I spoke to, the situations that arose, and the conversations that came up were so fascinating and explorative; and were often, either directly or indirectly, results of being in the midst of this process. I'm so grateful to those of you who were part of this project, in big ways and small, whether you know it or not. If we talked at all over the past year, or if I taught you, you taught me. And I learned from you.
It was startling to listen to live music during the project. I no longer listened to music as a product, but rather to the elements that contained the process. Most classical music turned into improvisations before my very eyes, and I started to feel grateful that I already knew what was going to come next as I played written compositions. I gained a closeness to classical composers, and began to recognize their idioms in a much clearer way... in almost a funny way, as I found many motives that would present themselves over and over, subconsciously and unintentionally in my own improvisation.
After this year, I realize that I have a very recognizable style and voice. This was a concern for me all along. I didn't know what my voice would sound like, if I would like it, or if it was something I would have to consciously develop. I didn't know if it was important to try to break away from what felt comfortable and easy, or if I should just follow what was natural. To be honest, I still don't really know how to approach that, because I feel it's important to push ones boundaries, yet remain true to oneself. But what I have been able to conclude is that the voice comes out no matter what. Day by day, it started to become more and more clear, and resistance was futile. My stamp is on every improv I do, whether I want it there or not. And the recurring motives, patterns and intervals that you might catch on any number of the improvs are not there by any choice of mine... they just live there.
Now that the year is up, I want to be able to answer all the questions that I had when I first began. I know that would be impossible. The questions never dry up. They're not to be answered with any degree of certainty. And in fact, the questions were actually never part of the initial goal... they were just side-effects. But it's interesting to note that I had a lot of preconceived notions about improvisation when I started... for example, the idea that I didn't have any language to begin with. At first, I was under the impression that improvised music must somehow be based on "jazz." Well, I think it's pretty obvious to anyone who's heard any of my improvs that they are clearly not jazz. It never really mattered that I didn't know chords or charts or any of that. I had all the language I needed, as Jesse advised early on. The hardest part was simply letting go of what I thought I should know or be. Expectations, whether they were mine or what I thought were others', were the biggest hindrance to my progress.
Two words I mentioned in the first post that should be addressed: fear and vulnerability. They'll never leave us. It is only human to have these, and if you don't, you've got no self-worth. I mean, it's only natural to want to preserve the self, and these two things, well... they're necessary for survival. That being said, it's healthy to exercise them in the proper context. And still, beyond the end of this project, I will continue to have a certain amount of irrational fear. But, I can say that this project has forced me into scary places that I've walked away from relatively unscathed. I'll never regret having done this, and as I stated a few days ago, this project has been the best education I've ever received. So fear and vulnerability, we've got each other by the throats; strong wills and strong grips, but with a wink and a smirk from all sides.
Just as I didn't know how to begin, I don't know how to end. I'm beginning to feel pretty emotional to set the pen down. I'm relieved and apprehensive at the same time. But let's just say it's only for now... a break to celebrate the year's achievement. At the very least, I'll come back to begin the next project (whatever that may be). Maybe we'll even get some new improvs on here at some point. Until then, goodnight. And with that, the journey ends.
Here we go, Day 365: https://ia800304.us.archive.org/8/items/Improv81312/20120813162014.mp3
Sunday, August 12, 2012
People.
A day at the beach reminds me all about people.
Here we go, Day 364: https://ia600502.us.archive.org/30/items/Improv81212/20120812143411.mp3
Here we go, Day 364: https://ia600502.us.archive.org/30/items/Improv81212/20120812143411.mp3
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Flip the coin.
I have to admit that even though I'm almost at the end of this project, I've become worn out by it. Instead of a feeling of adrenaline to the last push, I've felt a little bit resigned lately. Maybe I'll get the kick in the next couple of days. Maybe not. But I'm surprised by it all. Maybe it's just August, the heat and humidity, and I'm still just trying to get back into a New York groove.
The ebb and flow of life is remarkable to me. That one day we can feel so thrilled, and shortly thereafter shrug our shoulders. That anger or sadness dissipates over time, but sometimes, so does joy and excitement. When we flip the coin, there's no telling how it will land. But the two sides are always inevitably there, and the balance is always there. And the unpredictability is predictable. If there's one thing I would want to do with my life, it would be to flip the coin so that it lands on it's finger-worn, smooth edge; rolling off the table, onto the floor and out the door. It's balanced like that, too, you see?
Here we go, Day 363: https://ia600800.us.archive.org/10/items/Improv81112/20120811203640.mp3
The ebb and flow of life is remarkable to me. That one day we can feel so thrilled, and shortly thereafter shrug our shoulders. That anger or sadness dissipates over time, but sometimes, so does joy and excitement. When we flip the coin, there's no telling how it will land. But the two sides are always inevitably there, and the balance is always there. And the unpredictability is predictable. If there's one thing I would want to do with my life, it would be to flip the coin so that it lands on it's finger-worn, smooth edge; rolling off the table, onto the floor and out the door. It's balanced like that, too, you see?
Here we go, Day 363: https://ia600800.us.archive.org/10/items/Improv81112/20120811203640.mp3
Friday, August 10, 2012
Knock out.
Slowly, but surely, reemerging into the land of the loud. Ay, this unrelenting city. But few places cater to tastes such as mine in such a complete way. It's true, the city knocks me out. For better or worse. And as much as it depletes me, it has molded me and enriched me, and shaped me. All that owed to a city.
Here we go, Day 362: https://ia700700.us.archive.org/20/items/Improv81012/20120810143943.mp3
Here we go, Day 362: https://ia700700.us.archive.org/20/items/Improv81012/20120810143943.mp3
Thursday, August 9, 2012
An education.
As I near the end of this long journey, I reflect upon what just happened.
I can hardly fathom the amount of information I've processed. Despite loads of school, I don't think I've ever felt I've learned so much in such a short amount of time. This blog and project has been the catalyst for endless hours of philosophizing, both on and away from the piano. I'm a different person. And the world has opened up in a way that I never would have expected.
I'm starting to touch on a lot of the things I'd rather save for the final post, so I won't go on much more. But I want to share this: that this project is the best education I've ever received, and has tested my limits, fears, talents, curiosities, and discipline. As the final day closes in, I tremble with excitement, relief, and trepidation. I don't know what will come next, and the idea that I won't have a project to work on makes me worry. I worry that if I don't have a goal, then I'll be wandering aimlessly. I think it's a valid concern. And if I continue? The commitment for an entire second year is daunting... I'm not sure it would have the same impact anyway. So the question looms... and I have just a few days left to come up with an answer.
Here we go, Day 361: https://ia600303.us.archive.org/34/items/Improv8912_148/20120809164503.mp3
I can hardly fathom the amount of information I've processed. Despite loads of school, I don't think I've ever felt I've learned so much in such a short amount of time. This blog and project has been the catalyst for endless hours of philosophizing, both on and away from the piano. I'm a different person. And the world has opened up in a way that I never would have expected.
I'm starting to touch on a lot of the things I'd rather save for the final post, so I won't go on much more. But I want to share this: that this project is the best education I've ever received, and has tested my limits, fears, talents, curiosities, and discipline. As the final day closes in, I tremble with excitement, relief, and trepidation. I don't know what will come next, and the idea that I won't have a project to work on makes me worry. I worry that if I don't have a goal, then I'll be wandering aimlessly. I think it's a valid concern. And if I continue? The commitment for an entire second year is daunting... I'm not sure it would have the same impact anyway. So the question looms... and I have just a few days left to come up with an answer.
Here we go, Day 361: https://ia600303.us.archive.org/34/items/Improv8912_148/20120809164503.mp3
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
The blues.
As I recalled to a friend, this is the first time I've been alone in four weeks. Maybe longer. It is a strange feeling.
I mean, really alone. This is the first time that I've had any glimpse of total privacy since about July 10 or so. I need it, I love it, I can't stand it. It's as if all of the stress and buildup of the last few weeks is still there, but now there's no objective for any of it. So it's a wild chaos with no outlet, and a pleading calmness that betrays all urgency.
Sigh.
Here we go, Day 360: https://ia700803.us.archive.org/19/items/Improv8812/20120808185504.mp3
I mean, really alone. This is the first time that I've had any glimpse of total privacy since about July 10 or so. I need it, I love it, I can't stand it. It's as if all of the stress and buildup of the last few weeks is still there, but now there's no objective for any of it. So it's a wild chaos with no outlet, and a pleading calmness that betrays all urgency.
Sigh.
Here we go, Day 360: https://ia700803.us.archive.org/19/items/Improv8812/20120808185504.mp3
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Blink.
Back in the city. Three weeks is so long and so short. It feels almost like I never left, yet so much happened in that time. We wondered what it was that turned those kids, of all ages and backgrounds, into such a close knit family. And we realized it was because of the intensity of what they had been through. Growing that much in musicianship, discipline, patience, camaraderie... in just 21 days. The unexpected happens in the instant that we blink.
Here we go, Day 359: https://ia700404.us.archive.org/19/items/Improv8712/20120807134618.mp3
Here we go, Day 359: https://ia700404.us.archive.org/19/items/Improv8712/20120807134618.mp3
Monday, August 6, 2012
Dog days.
New York seems so far away. And my heart to be there/stay away from there is so conflicted. Just one more night to readjust. Whatever happened to summer? I just don't know.
Here we go, Day 358: https://ia600701.us.archive.org/15/items/Improv8612/20120806113043.mp3
Here we go, Day 358: https://ia600701.us.archive.org/15/items/Improv8612/20120806113043.mp3
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Getting there.
After a few days of the internet not working, I was forced to leave my blog to its own devices. I did not, however, abandon the project. I still have an improv for each day. I'll put them all here.
Now in Greenfield, MA, atop a very cozy bed, decompressing from the last four weeks or so of heavy duty, constant work, I'll see what is still in my head that I could pour out onto this cyber page.
On August 1, my improv must've contained at least a little element of franticness. It was the day before my concert with Pitnarry, and I was a wreck. The August 2 improv, however, took place at Chandler Center for the Arts, one of the most incredible halls I've ever played in. The acoustics are magnificent, and I'll actually post both of the improvs I did that day... I just love to bathe in the sound of that place... it was a special improv moment for sure.
The last few days have been full of strife and emotion, last pushes to the finish line, disappointments and accomplishments, deep breaths, teary eyes, bleary eyes, 3am phone calls, and... the like.
I think the improvs say it all, really.
Here we go, Day 353 (August 1): https://ia800302.us.archive.org/33/items/Improv8112/20120801180732.mp3
Here we go, Day 354 (August 2): https://ia600703.us.archive.org/0/items/Improv8212/20120802110056.mp3
and Day 354, Part 2: https://ia700408.us.archive.org/26/items/Improv28212/20120802110533.mp3
Here we go, Day 355 (August 3): https://ia700807.us.archive.org/14/items/Improv8312/20120803231848.mp3
Here we go, Day 356 (August 4): https://ia800503.us.archive.org/10/items/Improv8412/20120804185835.mp3
AND,
Here we go, Day 357: https://ia700401.us.archive.org/16/items/Improv8512/20120805142610.mp3
I can't believe I have such few days left.
Now in Greenfield, MA, atop a very cozy bed, decompressing from the last four weeks or so of heavy duty, constant work, I'll see what is still in my head that I could pour out onto this cyber page.
On August 1, my improv must've contained at least a little element of franticness. It was the day before my concert with Pitnarry, and I was a wreck. The August 2 improv, however, took place at Chandler Center for the Arts, one of the most incredible halls I've ever played in. The acoustics are magnificent, and I'll actually post both of the improvs I did that day... I just love to bathe in the sound of that place... it was a special improv moment for sure.
The last few days have been full of strife and emotion, last pushes to the finish line, disappointments and accomplishments, deep breaths, teary eyes, bleary eyes, 3am phone calls, and... the like.
I think the improvs say it all, really.
Here we go, Day 353 (August 1): https://ia800302.us.archive.org/33/items/Improv8112/20120801180732.mp3
Here we go, Day 354 (August 2): https://ia600703.us.archive.org/0/items/Improv8212/20120802110056.mp3
and Day 354, Part 2: https://ia700408.us.archive.org/26/items/Improv28212/20120802110533.mp3
Here we go, Day 355 (August 3): https://ia700807.us.archive.org/14/items/Improv8312/20120803231848.mp3
Here we go, Day 356 (August 4): https://ia800503.us.archive.org/10/items/Improv8412/20120804185835.mp3
AND,
Here we go, Day 357: https://ia700401.us.archive.org/16/items/Improv8512/20120805142610.mp3
I can't believe I have such few days left.
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