{"id":290,"date":"2007-08-17T22:55:08","date_gmt":"2007-08-18T03:55:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicomuhly.com\/news\/2007\/a-recommendation\/"},"modified":"2007-08-18T08:12:40","modified_gmt":"2007-08-18T13:12:40","slug":"a-recommendation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nicomuhly.com\/news\/2007\/a-recommendation\/","title":{"rendered":"A Puppet Show, Nationalism, Chicop\u00e9e"},"content":{"rendered":"

So I’ve made it back home to New York, after a pretty surreal day of playing car-swap. Today’s itinerary included the following locations: Chinatown (home-base), the Upper East Side (!), the Upper West Side (former digs), Providence, RI, (where the getaway car to Vermont is stowed), East Providence, RI, (where the rented car had to be returned), Barrington RI (where Liz’s parents live at), New Haven, CT (where Danny<\/a>, Jojo, and IKEA live at), Throgs Neck<\/a>, the Bronx, New York, (where I picture-3.pngstupidly got off the highway to avoid traffic only to find more traffic – if you click the link be sure to note the Alternate Spelling), and then finally back home to Chinatown where I am drinking Vinho Verde (courtesy of Liz’s dad’s grateful Portuguese clients) and eating a small feast from the Malaysian restaurant in the paved arcade between Jing Fong Dim Sum and the Duane Reade on the Bowery. You know the one I’m talking about.<\/p>\n

picture-2.pngSo circular a journey, as well as Jenny’s<\/a> pointing-out, reminds me: everybody needs to straight-up buy Helen DeWitt’s The Last Samurai<\/em><\/a> at this time. It’s very rare to find a book where not only the language but also the setting and the plot can all simultaneously and separately force me to make audible noises of pleasure. I read this book on Jenny’s recommendation a few years ago on the subway every day, and there is a subway-reading sequence in the novel that is heartbreaking, funny, quirky “\u201c very cool. <\/p>\n

H<\/span>elen DeWitt also has herself a blog<\/a> “\u201c\u00c2\u00a0check out her entry on Cormac McCarthy and Punctuation. This is also one of these books where to read it is to have the totality of the author’s vision only hinted at: despite its epic scale, it still feels like a tiny but perfect puppet fable played at the outskirts of a big, bustling city inside her head. I don’t say this by means of a judgement, but rather, it is interesting and important to think about the scale of the work that you’re doing and how it relates, in a sense, to the greater Projects<\/span> that you have going on. I know that one of my major problems as a composer is that I used to feel, instinctively, that each piece had to fully represent (even in fleeting miniatures) all the aspects of my Whole Thing.<\/span> <\/p>\n

Part of this is lack of self-control that I know will come with maturity but another part of this is, I think, insecurity about mounting that tiny puppet show when there’s a big city to explore “\u201c wouldn’t everybody rather just get 18marionette2.jpgin a really fast car and have a whole tour of the whole city and I’ll just talk really fast and tell you everything I know about every building we pass!?!?!?!<\/em> Obviously, not so much; this sort of mania is pleasurable for about five minutes, and then it gets boring. My big goal for the last year and for the upcoming year is to really get this under control: the ability to let go of feeling the need to play audio tourguide in my own music, and allowing each piece to live in its own autonomous township within the whole country, as it were.<\/p>\n

img_0088.jpg<\/a>Obviously, this metaphor has a limit. I had a really interesting conversation with a Friendly Faroese about whether or not each individual township should have equal votes in the country’s colonial parliament (Faroe being technically a “county” of Denmark). Evidently, small and remote towns are able, through complicated voting procedures, to allocate enormous amounts of funds to have bridges and tunnels built to their otherwise sea-access only town-centers. “How many books,” my friend asked, “could be translated with that money!?” chatterjee_spkrpg.jpgThe obvious downside of reforming that practice, of course, is that the power could become centralized to T\u00f3rshvan (at left) and, by extension, Denmark. I found it completely fascinating to talk to people in their 20’s and 30’s paraphrasing Partha Chatterjee (“traditional nationalism is a shadow of the raj” “\u201c “middle class people under Danish government don’t want it to change no matter what they say” “\u201c this sort of stuff) and then rushing off to play a punk-rock show on the beach seconds later. <\/p>\n

Teitur<\/a>, whom I’ve enthusiastically blogged about<\/a> here before, has a bunch of songs on his Faroese album about issues like this “\u201c the changing ways of the Island, bridges and tunnels, etc. For me, the most successful one is the least political. It’s called Havnin er ein l\u00c3\u00adtll bygd<\/em> “\u201c I was halfway through a really lousy translation of some of the lyrics (for me the procedure is to look up the Faroese words in my Icelandic diction’ry, because they are usually pretty close, although because of the Faroese Accent and the Icelandic one being almost completely upside-down from each other, I can’t always figure out what’s going on, picture-4.pngplus also, some of the roots are basically Danish and don’t turn up in the Icetionary, also, you can’t really ask Icelandic people because to them, Faroese sounds like some combination of R2D2, Nell<\/a>, and Michelle Tanner<\/a> so if you start asking what stuff means they usually stifle laughter or make the “aww” noise) when I discovered this website <\/a>with excellent translations by people who know what they’re doing, so you can listen and follow along.<\/p>\n

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\nTeitur Havnin er ein l\u00c3\u00adtll bygd<\/em>
\nfrom K\u00c3\u00a1ta Horni\u00c3\u00b0<\/em><\/a> <\/small><\/p>\n

img_0136.jpgIt was a pretty incredible moment to stand there among about three thousand Faroese teens all singing along with the lyrics at the end of the song: “Havnin er ein l\u00c3\u00adtil bygd \/ her er so trongligt, men eisini so trygt” “\u201c “T\u00f3rshavn is a little town \/ it’s so confining there, but also so secure” “\u201c\u00c2\u00a0good song. And “-trygg-” and its derivatives is one of the first norse roots I was able to trace around into people’s names, the insurance<\/a> company, instructions for tying knots in Faroese, etc. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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