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Engraving: A Hobby-Horse

A man and his Hobby-Horse, tho’ I cannot say that they act and re-act exactly after the same manner in which the soul and body do upon each other: Yet doubtless there is a communication between them of some kind; and my opinion rather is, that there is something in it more of the manner of electrified bodies,—and that, by means of the heated parts of the rider, which come immediately into contact with the back of the Hobby-Horse,—by long journies and much friction, it so happens, that the body of the rider is at length fill’d as full of Hobby-Horsical matter as it can hold;—so that if you are able to give but a clear description of the nature of the one, you may form a pretty exact notion of the genius and character of the other.

— Laurence Stern, The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman

One of my favorite musical Hobby-Horses – one that I can ride for hours on end — is engraving: That is, for those who are unfamiliar with the term, the art of putting the notes on the page so as to make the score legible and attractive – a far more important aspect of composing than most people, many composers included — mostly young, but surprisingly often not —, realize.

A brief history of my own engraving abilities, practices, and standards: I started my compositional life using a scaled-down version of Finale called Notepad, which allowed me to put on paper what was in my head. The results, although essentially accurate, were unattractive at best. It seemed to me, still about 5 years away from my first composition lesson, that the important thing was to get the notes out, and that the score was good so long as the individual notes were legible and not literally piled on top of one another (a frequent issue with Notepad, and later, albeit to a lesser degree, Finale itself). My earliest scores were a bit of a wreck – the notes were crammed together on the staff with no regard for proportional spacing, and elements of the score often collided. The scores were legible, but barely.

In college, my engraving improved (though I was still completely unaware that such a term existed, let alone that there were standards to such a thing). Since my works were being performed with some regularity, I found that I had to put more work into making the score readable, which wasn’t exactly the most pleasing realization at the time, as I much preferred sitting down at the piano and hammering out something new than sitting in front of the computer, clicking away entering notes and dragging things around to create more space and take up more paper. At a certain point, though, one of my composition teachers started getting frustrated with the legibility of my scores, and would spend more and more of our lesson time marking up the score with a red pen, pointing out the problems with the engraving. I seriously resisted most of his suggestions – they weren’t musical criticisms, and therefore weren’t worth much of my attentions. (Ah, youth!)

The idea of attractive engraving as a desirable thing started to leak into my brain toward the end of my undergrad career. I was recommended a book written by a friend of one of my professors, which purported to set down exact rules and procedures for staff sizes, positioning of articulations (down to the pixel!), etc. I realize in retrospect that this is all pure foolishness. This made a science of engraving, when it is in reality an art.

When I was invited to study privately in NYC, my new teacher, who had spent much of his youth as a Broadway copyist and an engraver for Ned Rorem and Virgil Thomson, among others, made a number of immediate, sweeping changes. I was forced to buy Sibelius. Having been a Finale Man for eight years, I hated the idea of switching software (the Finale/Sibelius debate is nearly as heated as the PC/Mac silliness, both sides being completely entrenched and unbudgeable). And we spent a sizable portion of our lesson time discussing engraving practices: how to avoid collisions, proper spacing, the general rule for how many measures should be in a system, etc.

In time, I came to love Sibelius. Rather quickly, actually. I can’t imagine myself going back.

And in time, I came to be quite proficient at professional-level engraving. I now do some freelance engraving work from time to time. And I’ve integrated the engraving process into my compositional process. As I input a score into Sibelius, even if I’m still composing it, I do a significant level of tidying up and formatting as I go. It saves time later, and really helps me to see the score for what it is, and helps me to assess where I am and where I want to go with the piece.

I end up seeing a lot of scores by young composers, now, and the quality of engraving I see varies rather widely. Some scores are super clear and very attractive; others have clearly received little attention in the way of formatting or “beautifying”.

I understand the mindset of those young composers who don’t put the time into their engraving – “The music should speak for itself.” I agree – the music should speak for itself. But it can’t unless it is properly engraved. Reading a score that hasn’t been given attention to visual detail is like listening to someone speak with a very heavy accent. Or reading horrible handwriting. The content may be there, but it’s so much work to figure it out.

Even looking through a stack of well-engraved scores is a frankly tiring endeavor. That, plus the additional effort required to decipher any number of poorly-engraved scores, is absolutely exhausting!  It’s all too easy to dismiss a poorly-engraved score out of hand.

So what can composers do to make their scores clearer and more attractive? Think about the performer – consider what you can do to make the performer’s life easier.

A few points to consider:

1) Are the beats clear? Can the performer easily make out the basic division of beats in each measure? (I.e., does a 4/4 bar look like two sets of two quarter notes? Do your 3/4 bars look like 3/4 bars, and not 6/8 bars, and vice versa? Are the rhythms – especially complicated rhythms – notated in a way that facilitates counting them out?)

2) Do the notes have enough room to breathe? (Are there too many or too few bars per system so that the system feels cramped or empty? Are lyrics spaced so that they are easy to read?)

3) Are the staves and notes a reasonable size? Too many composers leave their software at the default size settings so that everything seems far too large, which gives it the sense of being “easy” – music for beginners: the notes are large and safe.

4) Are your articulations and markings placed clearly and correctly? (Expressive instructions are italicized, instructions for playing techniques are non-italicized, articulations generally go on the side of the notehead rather than the stem….etc)

5) Are you consistent with your accidentals, and are your intervals properly spelled? Nothing is more maddening than constant switching between sharps and flats. There are occasions when sharps and flats may peacefully co-exist in the same measure, but generally one should stick with one or the other for as long as possible. And few things are more confusing in the moment than augmented or diminished intervals. These should be respelled – especially for vocalists – to be as immediately-readable as possible.

The general idea is to consider how you would like the score to look if you hadn’t seen it before and had to perform it with virtually no rehearsal time. That doesn’t mean dumb down your music. It means make your hard music as easy to learn (and perform) as possible.

Look at professionally published scores, and see how they’re formatted. And – most importantly – ask your performers if there’s anything that they found particularly difficult, or if a particular element of your notation was confusing. Then change it!

For my hobby-horse, if you recollect a little, is no way a vicious beast; he has scarce one hair or lineament of the ass about him—’Tis the sporting little filly-folly which carries you out for the present hour—a maggot, a butterfly, a picture, a fiddlestick—an uncle Toby’s siege—or an any thing, which a man makes a shift to get a-stride on, to canter it away from the cares and solicitudes of life—’Tis as useful a beast as is in the whole creation—nor do I really see how the world could do without it—

Addictive Riddle: In which Dennis sorts through hundreds of postcards

On Thurs., July 16, Kaity and I made a trip to West 11th Street to visit the home of David’s third husband, Joel Conarroe. Joel has kept extensive files of letters, postcards, photos, articles, etc on a variety of his friends over the years; and since learning of the biography from David, he has very generously opened up his home to us and given us amazing access to himself and his archives.

When Kaity and I arrived, we sat for a while with Joel, getting acquainted with one another, and bringing Joel up to speed on our research thus far. Then we were led to his library, where four sizable boxes were laid out for us. Joel gave us the tour of the material – a box of programs, articles, and reviews; a box of letters and photos; a box of postcards and more letters and photos; and a box of various materials, much of which is tangential to the project, but important nonetheless – and reminisced over several items, pointing out a few points of particular interest. Joel hadn’t looked at most of the materials in the boxes in years, and it clearly sparked a lot of memories.

In one box was a copy of the speech that Joel gave at David’s 70th birthday party at the Century Club (included in another box is the letter of introduction that Joel wrote to the Century, suggesting David as a member). (Alas, I missed the party because I was at the VCCA, busy writing till night is overgone.) A portion of the speech had been given over to witticisms of David’s that Joel had written down over the years:

Joel: This wine needs to breathe.
David: This wine needs to gasp! It needs a respirator!

David (While waiting for Aaron Copland to answer his door during Joel’s first visit to Copland’s house): Now, when Aaron opens the door, you must bow twice – he expects it. And you have to say, “Why, Aaron! You don’t look a day over 69!”

David’s silliness and irreverence were really driven home over the course of the two hours we spent looking through Joel’s archives that day. So, too, were his sweetness and capacity for love. Kaity and I were both a little surprised at the effusiveness of David’s love letters to Joel. Surprised, mostly because love letters are a lost art. Who today pours their heart into a letter, stuffs it into an envelope, and pops it in the mail? No one I know!

During our visit, Kaity and I took notes on various points of interest: specific dates on certain pieces of correspondence, names of people to look into, nicknames.

When we left, I had only gotten through one of the four boxes! And that just was skimming the majority of the letters and postcards!

Last Thursday, the 23rd, we went back to familiarize ourselves even more with Joel’s materials before we sit down to interview him properly. We’ve come across so many interesting things: the eulogy that David gave at his father’s funeral; the interview that Joel and David did for the Parnassus Review; snippets of music that David wrote to silly texts for Joel; a moth that David Scotch-taped inside of a letter he sent from MacDowell.

Tomorrow morning, Kaity and I will make our third trip to Joel’s for an interview in the morning. I’m not sure how I feel about waking up so early (8:00 – far too early for someone who doesn’t have a day job and typically sleeps until noon!), but I’m really excited to hear everything that Joel has to tell us!

Joel has been incredibly generous in giving us such amazing access to his archives. Kaity and I are really lucky to be working on a project about which so many people are so enthusiastic and want to be so wonderfully helpful.

Book fetish

Those who know me know that I have a thing about books that borders on fetish. I love buying and owning books. Consequently, I never have enough shelf space. (I recently bought a new 6ft bookcase that was filled instantly with the overflow from my other shelves – the new shelf is all music books and scores, and “literary non-fiction” now has its own full bookcase. Forget about fiction – I still have tons of novels stacked on the tops of rows, and a few on the floor!)

Of course, living in a fairly small studio in New York City isn’t terribly conducive to owning a book collection swiftly approaching the one thousand mark. But we all need an obsession. I’ve never been much of a collector of anything, really, save for books. There’s just something wonderful about them, and I take great pride in my library.

I have some odd little quirks when it comes to book buying, but these ‘quirks’ mostly just keep me from going completely broke. First, I mostly – not exclusively – buy used books. They’re infinitely cheaper on the whole, which makes my bank account happier. And there’s something more satisfying about a book that’s been around for a while. Sure, a new, shiny cover can be a nice thing once in a while, but old books need homes, too. Second, I try my hardest to spend $4 or less per book. For special books, I’m willing to ignore that particular guideline. (My resolve is steadily wearing down on the first two volumes of Letters from a Life, the published Britten correspondence, which I’ve only found at particularly high prices. I suspect that I’ll break down and buy them in the next few months.) Books on web design, and similar books that date quickly, I always buy new, and just grimace as I dish out the $30-40. And you can just imagine how I adore the dollar racks at used book stores!

I decided last January that 2008 was the Year of Buying Books. (2009 has been designated the Year of Buying DVDs since my video collection is pathetic, and there are so many great movies and television shows out there that I’d happily watch again and again.) I tried to spend around $12 a week on books. Most weeks, I did fine and limited myself to $12. Some weeks…. We all have our moments of weakness.

While I love taking trips to used book stores and wandering for hours, poking into rows of books hidden behind other rows, I do the majority of my book buying online. I started last year buying mostly through the Amazon.com Marketplace and Half.com. On the Amazon Marketplace, people can – and a surprising number do – sell their books for a penny. Shipping, of course is $2.99 per book, but that’s still under my $4 limit! [Edit: was - shipping is now $3.45 at Half and $3.99 at Amazon. Sheesh!] My new favorite online bookseller for any number of reasons is Better World Books. Not only are their used books priced perfectly for my budget (and their stock is impressive – I’m all about little-known collections of essays and such by authors like Andre Gide or Jean Cocteau, or out-of-print biographies and analyses of music or literary works, which they carry an astonishing number of), but the proceeds go to literacy programs around the world. A really neat thing they do is to show you which program or charity will benefit from the sale of each individual book. They’re always my first stop when I’m looking for something in particular. (Plus, shipping is free within the Unites States!)

To make the whole book-collecting thing more obsessive, I love re-organizing my collection every so often – incorporating new acquisitions into the larger body, shifting things to accommodate the influx of volumes. As I mentioned earlier, I have one whole bookcase full of music-related materials: three shelves of biographies, memoirs, analyses, correspondence; one shelf of scores; and one of reference-type books (books on orchestration, harmony, conducting; anthologies I’ve used in classes). And one bookcase of “literary non-fiction”: biographies, memoirs, essays, diaries by and about poets, authors of prose, journalists, playwrights, filmmakers. (This bookcase also shares space with the ’sexuality’ portion of my library: Edmund White’s States of Desire, The Homosexualization of America by Dennis Altman, Douglass Shand-Tucci’s The Crimson Letter, to name a few.) Fiction spans one and a half bookcases, with books stacked on top of the rows on shelves, and a few sitting off to the side since there’s no more room. Then one shelf of poetry, and a shelf that’s half scripts and half philosophy. My web design books still don’t have a home, alas!

At this point, I’ve sort of reached critical mass in terms of bookcases. I can’t possibly fit one more in my apartment – I’ve run out of wall space where I can shoe-horn them in. The only option remaining is to stick two back to back in the middle of the floor, and that’s a move of desperation! Especially since the floors (in typical New York fashion) are uneven, and I’d live in constant terror of someone accidentally knocking them over.

I am also completely enamored of LibraryThing.com, where I let my organizational compulsions run free. I’ve catalogued my entire library on the site, complete with tags to classify everything, and whether I’ve yet read a book, with dates when I started and finished those that I have. I do enjoy loaning books to friends, so I also use LT to keep track of who has what, because I’m likely to forget who has what!

What prompted this little ramble about my bibliophilia? A very good friend of mine is currently in the process of moving and is having to evaluate his collection of books, which has grown quite large over the (I think) 17 or so years that he’s lived in that apartment. He recently piled up the books that he’s decided to part with, and I was given a crack at the piles. Some were set aside specifically for me, but there were another 7 stacks that he’s giving away. I came away from our visit today with a stack of books and a small stack of scores, and I’ve left another pile of books in a corner to pick up later this week. But it made me consider when the day comes that I move out of this apartment. Moving the books will be unpleasant, to say the least. I will not relish boxing up so many volumes and carting them around.

In the meantime, though, I’m happy to keep expanding my collection.

Long Barn on the Back Burner

Alas, the premiere of Long Barn was canceled last week, so the piece will be put on hold until I’ve finished the other commissions on my plate. I’m not really sure why the performance was nixed, but it’s aggravating that I put off another paying commission to start the cycle (a non-paid project), spent weeks working on it, and had the piece nearly half-finished when word came down from the VW Conference that the cycle wouldn’t be performed.

I’m very happy with the work that I’ve done on the piece so far, so I intend to finish it, but I feel very much compelled to put it on the back burner until I’ve finished the four commissions currently on my plate that I’m being paid for.

Addictive Riddle: DDT Interview #4 – 1966-1980.

This week’s interview was a little scatter-shot. We jumped around a lot and corrected some previous errors before going on to new material.

We started out where we had our greatest problems two weeks ago: with the Harvard years, and the Bog Schoolhouse. I had sent an email to the Harvard Department of Music asking them to verify the dates that David taught there, and they responded very, very quickly. Their response was surprising, as well. They consulted Elliot Forbes’ A History of Music at Harvard to 1972and A Report of Music at Harvard from 1972 to 1990, and discovered that he had been there not starting in 1968, but starting in 1967! And that he left in 1971! There’s our missing year! It also fits well with David’s account of going to art colonies in the summers. David had been going to MacDowell for nearly 10 year at this point, and the colony had a policy in place limiting fellows to 10 visits during their lifetime (a policy that has since been retracted). So that he wouldn’t use up his 10 lifetimes visits before the age of 40, David went to Yaddo for the first time in … 1971. A new colony, a new atmosphere, an impetus to … quit teaching at Harvard.

So. David called Harvard from Yaddo and tendered his resignation. When his residency was over, he moved out of Boston and into the Bog Schoolhouse, where he spent a year (Fall 1971 — Spring 1972) writing, and after a time being generally lonely and miserable. He started looking for a job, and was offered the SUNY Buffalo position with the Creative Associates, which was a one semester appointment.

Problem. Solved.

Finally.

And the point was driven home – never trust any single source for its accuracy. Every last source until Harvard was just plain wrong. (And we intend to triple-check their dates, too!) Boosey’s timeline was skewed a year late as regards the Harvard years. Grove was off by the same amount. And the Oxford Dictionary of Music was just wrong. Just plain wrong. A dictionary – wrong. Shame, shame, shame. 1966—1972 – a year early at the beginning and a year late at the end. At least the others had the right span of time.

A sizeable chunk of the rest of interview was given over to expanding on some neglected portions of out last session: some musical discussion, fleshing out the times spent in NH and Buffalo, talking more about David’s relationships during the period.

To our great fortune, one of David’s closest friends during the Harvard years, Tison Street, is visiting NYC from Boston next week. While we sat there, David called Tison and set up an interview session with him next Tuesday at David’s studio (same Bat Time, same Bat Channel). For the first hour of the interview, David will be out to lunch with a friend, but will join us for a joint session at the end. Awesome!

When we finally got on to “new material”, we made it through the Final Alice years, and some of its professional and personal ramifications.

Because the session was so scatter-shot, it felt at times as though it dragged. However, it was an incredibly fruitful interview, and covered a lot of side-areas that we had neglected before.

CCNY

I will be beginning my graduate work in composition at the City College of New York this Fall, where I will study under David Del Tredici.