{"id":2368,"date":"2010-10-12T05:39:17","date_gmt":"2010-10-12T10:39:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicomuhly.com\/?p=2368"},"modified":"2011-05-11T08:32:53","modified_gmt":"2011-05-11T13:32:53","slug":"here-and-there","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nicomuhly.com\/news\/2010\/here-and-there\/","title":{"rendered":"Here and There"},"content":{"rendered":"

This has been a month of every tentacle of my life finding something to grab on to. I went on tour with Bedroom Community, to finish off our ash-beleaguered Whale-Watching Tour. I went to London and had a few days of press and logistics and meetings about Two Boys, and then played two shows at the Barbican with Stephen Petronio & his Company. Then, to Amsterdam, where I am loosely supervising the orchestral score I wrote for Benjamin Millepied’s<\/a> new work at the Nederlands Ballet<\/a>. Then, next week, to London again to supervise some more recordings with the lovely and youthful Aurora Orchestra,<\/a> and then one more nip back to Benelux to play at the World Soundtrack Awards. It’s all been very confusing physically; I’ve entirely lost track of what day of the week it might be at any time, and am perpetually at the mercy of the never-quite-100%-working GPS function on my iPhone. \"\"<\/a>There is a feature, for those of you who don’t have one, where you can see a map, with a blue blinking dot representing your own position, and if you press a thing, you can then see what direction you’re facing vis \u00e0 vis the map. This is incredibly useful if you, say, alight from a bus in a quaint european city and you can’t get a sense of where the coffee might be at. Or the internet. Or puppies. Ideally, it’s one place that has cappuccino, puppies, and the internet, but really any of the three will do. In any event, if this “locate me” function doesn’t work, the phone asks you to move it in a figure 8, which I assume is the industrial designers’ way of punking all of us. You so know in 25 years there are going to be weird videos of our asses doing hand-jive in the middle of Ghent, Haarlem, Arles.<\/p>\n

Last night, I dined in Paris in the most extravagant and decadent way. We started at Brasserie Lipp, had a dozen snails, leeks in vinaigrette, and a fris\u00e9e salad with her attendant lardons and poached egg. Divine, \"\"<\/a>simple, perfect. Then, across the street for the last seating at l’Atelier de Jo\u00ebl Robuchon, for, if memory serves, a first course of sweetbreads, as well as bone marrow on toast, followed by girolles with a sculptural piece of macaroni and foie gras, and an entrec\u00f4te the size of Cameroon, and a raspberry Pile in Different Temperatures. Pommard. Crozes-Hermitage. All of this after a lunch of a dozen oysters and a beef tartare with wonderfully feminine, diamond-earring-like capers. Late taxi to a friend of a friend; something resembling sleep, morning train to an orchestral rehearsal in Haarlem: fix the aleatoric string bit, tease out an erhu-like moment for the inside stands of the second violins, encourage some more volume from the bass clarinet, compliment the piccolo, prod the violas, swap out a vibraphone mallet for something a little more muh than puh, get back on the train.<\/p>\n

Good God, I love French Bookstores. The proportion of books seems immediately familiar but then you realize that actually 1\/3 of the books are about De Gaulle, and then another 1\/3 are about \u00e9criture and the shoah, and then the remaining 1\/3 are other books. It’s really intense:
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I am starting to get into the rhythm of Amsterdam more. I still don’t quite know how to process the quietness versus the insanity. There doesn’t seem to be a middle-ground neighborhood I have access to, where it’s just sensible and calm. Everything seems to go from Calvinist cool-stone hear-a-pin-drop to Mega Ultra Euro Winkels Maxxxi Hoog Super Plus Party Club Disco Untz Untz Untz Untz<\/strong> so quickly. \u00a0I’m still convinced that for a major world power \u2014 especially one that has enjoyed such a long trading relationship with Japan \u2014 they should have better all-night dining options, esp. Izakayas (Izakayim?) or something. \u00a0It should be said that the one restaurant that really transcended<\/a> is beyond booked up, like, for the next six months or something. \u00a0Good. \u00a0Now, more of the same please!<\/p>\n

In the old media corner, everybody needs to buy Alex Ross’s book. \u00a0Read Proper Discord’s take<\/a> on one of the chapters. \u00a0It’s so spot-on; he says:<\/p>\n

The chapter on music technology (\u201cInfernal Machines\u201d) might just be the only sensible thing I\u2019ve ever read on the subject. He avoids the temptation to make overblown pronouncements about the future of recording, pointing out that the same things get said every time anybody threatens to change anything. It should be required reading for anybody who plans to\u2026<\/p>\n

a) \u2026proclaim that a new format is indistinguishable from a live performance.<\/p>\n

b) \u2026proclaim that the old format was much warmer and more lifelike.<\/p>\n

c) \u2026proclaim that technology has ruined music.<\/p>\n

d) \u2026proclaim that technology will save music.<\/p>\n

e) \u2026bore me senseless in meetings with simplistic and nostalgic nonsense about how fantastic everything was before my generation came along.<\/small><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

This is something I’ve been suffering with since I was old enough to use a computer. \u00a0I had people tell me \u2014 usually friends of my parents \u2014 that writing by hand focuses the thoughts more. \u00a0Sometimes that’s true for me and music, but for writing text, I’ve \"\"<\/a>always been able to do either screen-based or desk-based. \u00a0And surely that’s the joy of the modern condition: if you can do both, you can do both! \u00a0If there are three formats, you can do all three! \u00a0And there is a joyful interplay between all these different inscribing methods. \u00a0Whatever: Frank Gehry clearly makes origami out of champagne foil and it trickles down into paper, models, quicktime walkthroughs, etc. \u00a0Get into the simultaneous multiplicity of formats.<\/p>\n

Speaking of old\/new technology, everybody get immediately into the Met Player. It’s basically a video archive of Metropolitan Opera productions from Today and Yesterday. I’m watching right now a G\u00f6tterd\u00e4mmerung from the 90’s with Behrens, I mean, it’s a divine thing. You can scroll around, find what you want: it’s an amazing research tool as well as a pleasurable way to see things you wouldn’t have been able to see before; I checked my diary and when this shit was originally broadcast, I was 8.<\/p>\n

Proper Discord, bless her, called out a funny generational issue<\/a> a few months ago when Mark Swed reviewed an album of my music. \u00a0It’s funny and worth a read and highlights something very tricky and sensitive. \u00a0A digital sensibility about not just content but organization is becoming, for better or worse, a necessary luxury of my life. \u00a0I arrived in Amsterdam too late to see Uchida play Beethoven at the Concertgebouw, which is a pain in the ass because I was excited about it, but then I went home to my hotel, installed my decent travel speakers, unpacked my raiment, and listened to a great recording of her playing the late sonatas. \u00a0There is no moral weight to it; it just happened.<\/p>\n

You know what’s funny? \u00a0I talked twice at the Guildhall School of Music last week in London, mainly to the composers. \u00a0Now. \u00a0When I was a student composer, we were always mor-T-fied to ask questions when people came in. \u00a0Except, there were like three people who always asked a question: there was Incomprehensible Specific Question Boy (brandishing, like, a heavily pencil-and-highlighter scrawled score of the guest composer’s earliest string quartet). \u00a0There was Way Too Broad Philosophical Question Boy (“how do you think about time<\/em> in your music?”). \u00a0And then there was Somebody Get the Hook Talks About Her Own Music Dude (“I’m writing a brass quintet? \u00a0right now? \u00a0That really reminds me of your earlier work from Germany? \u00a0And I was working on this part? \u00a0That has a tuba solo, and …private giggle…, well, I just thought that you might have some thoughts? \u00a0About that?”) \u00a0Anyway, moral of story, I was mortified and probably never asked any questions. \u00a0I think once I might have asked Dutilleux a question to which I already suspected the answer, and turned such bright red that it put me off question asking for like, ten years. \u00a0Anyway, now that I am on the other side of the room, I was so freaked out by how few people asked questions! \u00a0I guess this is kind of the pedestrian\/driver complex (when you’re a pedestrian, you walk around wishing a car would<\/em> side-swipe you just so you can cuss the driver out in their native tongue in the middle of your otherwise civil cellphone conversation while you jaywalk across the Bowery, and when you’re driving, you’re like, I wish a pedestrian would<\/em> walk down the middle of the street just so I can lightly nudge their organic groceries out of their hands) anyway, all of this is to say, talking to students I think I would rather hear a lot more questions, even from some of the extreme central casting people! \u00a0And, next time I’m in one of those things, I’m so gonna ask questions myself. \u00a0This is my new resolution.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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