Wednesday, December 25, 2024

NCCMI Impact Series II, MLK 2023...

Good evening!! If “progress is both a thing to be admired and feared”, then this evening’s program may well serve as “terrific notice of admirable progress”!! The annual MLK/Faculty Artists Concert began two years ago barely six weeks before the COVID-19 pandemic began. Nervously thankful for having somehow “missed a global explosion”, that inaugural concert would unwittingly serve as a template for nearly two years of virtual chamber music performances. Originally recorded for archival purposes, the concert was streamed in February 2021 due to the fact that the pandemic shutdown persisted into the 2021 calendar year. The 2022 concert also marked a further significant development: a NCCMI signature student chamber ensemble was included on the program–the WCPE Quartet performing Jessie Montgomery’s “Strum” for string quartet. The United Strings of Color Quartet of Raleigh was also invited to perform at the live event and would perform virtually on the later streamed program (“Basketball” from Sidelines for String Quartet by Duke University composer Anthony Kelley).

The 2023 program continues a fine collaborative effort among NCCMI faculty and student ensembles celebrating the chamber music of African American composers. This evening’s program opens with “Summerland” by William Grant Still, performed by the United Strings of Color. “Summerland” is the middle movement of the suite for solo piano, Three Visions (1936); it is a charming piece whose idyllic sound and expression reflects the blend of art-music and popular music styles utilized in dance and vaudeville shows of the 1920s & 1930s. The beauty of this work lies in its simplicity–and the sincere vocality originally conveyed by the piano. The poignant expression that flows within this work is its crown jewel–and it is one of the most transcribed works of William Grant Still’s oeuvre.


Harrison Leslie Adams celebrated his 90th birthday forty-eight hours before the New Year!! A native of Cleveland, Ohio, he is a graduate of the Oberlin College Conservatory of Music, Cal State-Long Beach University and The Ohio State University. "L'extase de l'amour” for Viola and Piano (also known as “Poeme de l’extase”) celebrates Adams’ penchant for extensive  musical phrasing best nicknamed “The Wider View”, one of Adams’ many art song cycles. The opening and closing lines of this song bestow unusual imagery to the melody and piano undulations: “In my childhood I was wont to see the horizon as a boundary, the sky as roof, the wood as wall, my world as intimate and small…but now I see beyond confusion, all boundaries are but illusion”. In the same way Adams weaves straightforward cantabile melodies for the voice in art song, and gives the viola sustained timbre and phrasing throughout the entire “poem and song”. 


Carlos Simon provides the following comments for his compositions: “Elegy–A Cry From The Grave” is an artistic reflection dedicated to those who have been murdered wrongfully by an oppressive power–namely Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner and Michael Brown, among so many others. The stimulus for composing the piece came as a result of the announcement by St. Louis County Attorney Robert McCulloch that a selected jury had decided not to indict St. Louis police

officer Darren Wilson for the fatal shooting of an unarmed teenager, Michael Brown in Ferguson, Missouri in 2014. The evocative nature of this piece draws upon strong lyricism and a lush harmonic charter. A principal melodic idea–either fragmented or as a whole–is played in all the voices of the ensemble at some point during the piece. This recurring ominous motif represents the cry of those struck down unjustly in this country. While the predominant essence of this piece is sorrowful and contemplative, yet moments of extreme hope break through represented by bright consonant harmonies.


Dorothy Rudd Moore, the widow of cellist, composer and conductor Kermit Moore passed away in March 2022 at age 81. A 1963 alumna of Howard University, she studied theory and composition with Mark Fax. After her graduation she studied with Nadia Boulanger at the American Conservatoire at Fontainebleau. She moved to New York after summer study, and met Kermit at a holiday party where his colleague composer Hale Smith introduced them to each other. They were married a year later!! Hale never let either of them forget that it was he who introduced them to each other; he was not the least bit bashful for having played matchmaker!! Dorothy continued her studies in composition with Chou-wen Chung privately in 1965. She  became a founding member of the short-lived Society of Black Composers (1968-73), while Kermit became a founding member of the Symphony of The New World, an interracial professional orchestra that created performance opportunities for black classical musicians and championed the orchestral music of black composers (including his wife!!) in New York City from 1965 to 1978. Modes for String Quartet was composed in 1968, the same year of the founding of the SBC. Its three movements reflect the blended compositional influences of her three main teachers–the mature contrapuntal discipline and beauty of Fax and Boulanger, the inverted voice-leading from the Classical string quartet texture, unique timbral combinations and constantly shifting rhythmic vitality of the closing movement–’borrowing from both Bach and Bartok within eight minutes!!


On Carlos Simon’s “Be Still And Know”: This piece was inspired by a quote from an 2011 interview with Oprah Winfrey: “I have felt the presence of God my whole life. Even when I didn't have a name for it, I could feel the voice bigger than myself speaking to me, and all of us have that same voice. Be still and know it. You can acknowledge it or not. You can worship it or not. You can praise it, you can ignore it or you can know it. Know it. It’s always there speaking to you and waiting for you to hear it in every move, in every decision”.


The aria “Little Black Slave Child” is a haunting lullaby set very early in Act One of the opera “Troubled Island” by William Grant Still. Begun in 1936, the opera wouldn’t have its premiere until 1949 with the New York City Opera, conducted by Laszlo Halasz. Both the company and the composer made history…the first premiere production of an operatic work by an African American composer given by a major American opera company.


“Dormi, Jesu” is a Chilean lullaby sung by mothers of the Araucanian indigenous tribe. Jacqueline B. Hairston is a native of Charlotte, North Carolina; her setting of this lullaby has been recorded by soprano Kathleen Battle and guitarist Christopher Parkening. 


Florence Price composed "Clouds" c.1942; it is a lovely work that bears an interesting sense of “freedom”. Perhaps it was the inverse response to wartime worldwide or to American racism; nonetheless it bears the clear influence of musical Impressionism…intriguingly removed from Debussy and placed closer to Alexander Scriabin. This work remained unpublished during Price’s lifetime, probably composed amid a flurry of now rediscovered creative activity. The listener is free to muse as to what meaning those clouds in wartime might convey.


Samuel Coleridge-Taylor composed the Valse de la reine in 1899 as the third of Four Characteristic Waltzes, opus 22. It was composed in the same astounding wave of creativity that produced some of his highest-quality and best-known compositions, the best-known of which is the choral trilogy, The Song of Hiawatha. Like so many examples of the 19th century European social dance tradition, this waltz moves with “the elegance of royalty” that still sings with touches of fading elegance reminiscent of the passing Victorian Era. 


In the spirit of community and communal song, this program closes with “Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing” of James Weldon Johnson and John Rosamond Johnson. James Weldon Johnson penned the poem in 1900 for recitation by Stanton Preparatory School students in Jacksonville, Florida. His own account of the poem’s composition and gathering popularity follows here:

“A group of young men in Jacksonville, Florida, arranged to celebrate Lincoln’s birthday in 1900. My brother, J. Rosamond Johnson, and I decided to write a song to be sung at the exercises. I wrote the words and he wrote the music. Our New York publisher, Edward B. Marks made mimeographed copies for us, and the song was taught to and sung by a chorus of five hundred colored school children. Shortly afterwards my brother and I moved away from Jacksonville to New York, and the song passed out of our minds. But the school children of Jacksonville kept singing it; they went off to other schools and sang it; they became teachers and taught it to other children. Within twenty years it was being sung over the South and in some other parts of the country. Today the song, popularly known as the Negro National Hymn is quite generally used. The lines of this song repay me in an elation, almost of exquisite anguish whenever I hear them sung by Negro children.”

The National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (the NAACP) had begun to promote it as “the Negro National Anthem” in 1919 for its defiantly hopeful singing insistence in spite of its ironic timing in a time of extreme race violence (which the poet himself nicknamed the “Red Summer) it was and remains a statement of deep faith in our profound American identity and agency expressed in its three verses. TWH












Tuesday, May 2, 2023

North Carolina Chamber Music Institute, Chamber Music Treasures III (16 January 2023)

Good evening!! If “progress is both a thing to be admired and feared”, then this evening’s program may well serve as “terrific notice of admirable progress”!! The annual MLK/Faculty Artists Concert began two years ago barely six weeks before the COVID-19 pandemic began. Nervously thankful for having somehow “missed a global explosion”, that inaugural concert would unwittingly serve as a template for nearly two years of virtual chamber music performances. Originally recorded for archival purposes, the concert was streamed in February 2021 due to the fact that the pandemic shutdown persisted into the 2021 calendar year. The 2022 concert also marked a further significant development: a NCCMI signature student chamber ensemble was included on the program–the WCPE Quartet performing Jessie Montgomery’s “Strum” for string quartet. The United Strings of Color Quartet of Raleigh was also invited to perform at the live event and would perform virtually on the later streamed program (“Basketball” from Sidelines for String Quartet by Duke University composer Anthony Kelley). 

The 2023 program continues a fine collaborative effort among NCCMI faculty and student ensembles celebrating the chamber music of African American composers. This evening’s program opens with “Summerland” by William Grant Still, performed by the United Strings of Color. “Summerland” is the middle movement of the suite for solo piano, Three Visions (1936); it is a charming piece whose idyllic sound and expression reflects the blend of art-music and popular music styles utilized in dance and vaudeville shows of the 1920s & 1930s. The beauty of this work lies in its simplicity–and the sincere vocality originally conveyed by the piano. The poignant expression that flows within this work is its crown jewel–and it is one of the most transcribed works of William Grant Still’s oeuvre. 

Harrison Leslie Adams celebrated his 90th birthday forty-eight hours before the New Year!! A native of Cleveland, Ohio, he is a graduate of the Oberlin College Conservatory of Music, Cal State-Long Beach University and The Ohio State University. "L'extase de l'amour” for Viola and Piano (also known as “Poeme de l’extase”) celebrates Adams’ penchant for extensive musical phrasing best nicknamed “The Wider View”, one of Adams’ many art song cycles. The opening and closing lines of this song bestow unusual imagery to the melody and piano undulations: “In my childhood I was wont to see the horizon as a boundary, the sky as roof, the wood as wall, my world as intimate and small…but now I see beyond confusion, all boundaries are but illusion”. In the same way Adams weaves straightforward cantabile melodies for the voice in art song, and gives the viola sustained timbre and phrasing throughout the entire “poem and song”. 

Carlos Simon provides the following comments for his compositions: “Elegy–A Cry From The Grave” is an artistic reflection dedicated to those who have been murdered wrongfully by an oppressive power–namely Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner and Michael Brown, among so many others. The stimulus for composing the piece came as a result of the announcement by St. Louis County Attorney Robert McCulloch that a selected jury had decided not to indict St. Louis police officer Darren Wilson for the fatal shooting of an unarmed teenager, Michael Brown in Ferguson, Missouri in 2014. The evocative nature of this piece draws upon strong lyricism and a lush harmonic charter. A principal melodic idea–either fragmented or as a whole–is played in all the voices of the ensemble at some point during the piece. This recurring ominous motif represents the cry of those struck down unjustly in this country. While the predominant essence of this piece is sorrowful and contemplative, yet moments of extreme hope break through represented by bright consonant harmonies. 

Dorothy Rudd Moore, the widow of cellist, composer and conductor Kermit Moore passed away in March 2022 at age 81. A 1963 alumna of Howard University, she studied theory and composition with Mark Fax. After her graduation she studied with Nadia Boulanger at the American Conservatoire at Fontainebleau. She moved to New York after summer study, and met Kermit at a holiday party where his colleague composer Hale Smith introduced them to each other. They were married a year later!! Hale never let either of them forget that it was he who introduced them to each other; he was not the least bit bashful for having played matchmaker!! Dorothy continued her studies in composition with Chou-wen Chung privately in 1965. She became a founding member of the short-lived Society of Black Composers (1968-73), while Kermit became a founding member of the Symphony of The New World, an interracial professional orchestra that created performance opportunities for black classical musicians and championed the orchestral music of black composers (including his wife!!) in New York City from 1965 to 1978. Modes for String Quartet was composed in 1968, the same year of the founding of the SBC. Its three movements reflect the blended compositional influences of her three main teachers–the mature contrapuntal discipline and beauty of Fax and Boulanger, the inverted voice-leading from the Classical string quartet texture, unique timbral combinations and constantly shifting rhythmic vitality of the closing movement–’borrowing from both Bach and Bartok within eight minutes!! 

On Carlos Simon’s “Be Still And Know”: This piece was inspired by a quote from an 2011 interview with Oprah Winfrey: “I have felt the presence of God my whole life. Even when I didn't have a name for it, I could feel the voice bigger than myself speaking to me, and all of us have that same voice. Be still and know it. You can acknowledge it or not. You can worship it or not. You can praise it, you can ignore it or you can know it. Know it. It’s always there speaking to you and waiting for you to hear it in every move, in every decision”. 

The aria “Little Black Slave Child” is a haunting lullaby set very early in Act One of the opera “Troubled Island” by William Grant Still. Begun in 1936, the opera wouldn’t have its premiere until 1949 with the New York City Opera, conducted by Laszlo Halasz. Both the company and the composer made history…the first premiere production of an operatic work by an African American composer given by a major American opera company. “Dormi, Jesu” is a Chilean lullaby sung by mothers of the Araucanian indigenous tribe. Jacqueline B. Hairston is a native of Charlotte, North Carolina; her setting of this lullaby has been recorded by soprano Kathleen Battle and guitarist Christopher Parkening. 

Florence Price composed "Clouds" c.1942; it is a lovely work that bears an interesting sense of “freedom”. Perhaps it was the inverse response to wartime worldwide or to American racism; nonetheless it bears the clear influence of musical Impressionism…intriguingly removed from Debussy and placed closer to Alexander Scriabin. This work remained unpublished during Price’s lifetime, probably composed amid a flurry of now rediscovered creative activity. The listener is free to muse as to what meaning those clouds in wartime might convey. 

Samuel Coleridge-Taylor composed the Valse de la reine in 1899 as the third of Four Characteristic Waltzes, opus 22. It was composed in the same astounding wave of creativity that produced some of his highest-quality and best-known compositions, the best-known of which is the choral trilogy, The Song of Hiawatha. Like so many examples of the 19th century European social dance tradition, this waltz moves with “the elegance of royalty” that still sings with touches of fading elegance reminiscent of the passing Victorian Era. 

In the spirit of community and communal song, this program closes with “Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing” of James Weldon Johnson and John Rosamond Johnson. James Weldon Johnson penned the poem in 1900 for recitation by Stanton Preparatory School students in Jacksonville, Florida. His own account of the poem’s composition and gathering popularity follows here: “A group of young men in Jacksonville, Florida, arranged to celebrate Lincoln’s birthday in 1900. My brother, J. Rosamond Johnson, and I decided to write a song to be sung at the exercises. I wrote the words and he wrote the music. Our New York publisher, Edward B. Marks made mimeographed copies for us, and the song was taught to and sung by a chorus of five hundred colored school children. Shortly afterwards my brother and I moved away from Jacksonville to New York, and the song passed out of our minds. But the school children of Jacksonville kept singing it; they went off to other schools and sang it; they became teachers and taught it to other children. Within twenty years it was being sung over the South and in some other parts of the country. Today the song, popularly known as the Negro National Hymn is quite generally used. The lines of this song repay me in an elation, almost of exquisite anguish whenever I hear them sung by Negro children.” The National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (the NAACP) had begun to promote it as “the Negro National Anthem” in 1919 for its defiantly hopeful singing insistence in spite of its ironic timing in a time of extreme race violence (which the poet himself nicknamed the “Red Summer) it was and remains a statement of deep faith in our profound American identity and agency expressed in its three verses. TWH 

Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing 

“Lift every voice and sing, ’Til earth and heaven ring, Ring with the harmonies of Liberty; Let our rejoicing rise High as the listening skies, Let it resound loud as the rolling sea. Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us, Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us; Facing the rising sun of our new day begun, Let us march on ’til victory is won. 

Stony the road we trod, Bitter the chastening rod, Felt in the days when hope unborn had died; Yet with a steady beat, Have not our weary feet Come to the place for which our fathers died. We have come over a way that with tears has been watered, We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered, Out from the gloomy past, ’Til now we stand at last Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast. 

God of our weary years, God of our silent tears, Thou who has brought us thus far on the way; Thou who has by Thy might Led us into the light, Keep us forever in the path, we pray. Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee, Lest our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee; Shadowed beneath Thy hand, May we forever stand, True to our God, True to our native land.” 

Dr. Marvin Curtis, Dean Emeritus of the Raclin School of Music at Indiana University-South Bend presented a moving keynote address at the 25th Annual African American Art Song Alliance Conference at UC-Irvine in October 2022 titled “Why I Stand to Sing Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing”. His address chronicled the ancestry of James Weldon Johnson and John Rosamond Johnson, who composed the text and music to what has been nicknamed the “Negro National Anthem” one hundred years ago (the YouTube recording is provided below). The history of this riveting poem and song cannot be undervalued nor underappreciated. His address is shared online below…please listen, learn and “sing”!! https://youtu.be/3MTUbL4L-r8?list=PLn3f5uju5ADqXikjQ0H_TR6o1GJAcj7UD&t=3067  






Tuesday, January 18, 2022

The North Carolina Chamber Music Institute (NCCMI), MLK 2022 Celebration: Chamber Music Treasures II

Notes on the Program… 

Good evening. “Chamber Music Treasures II ” is the next installment to a celebration of chamber music by composers of African and African American descent–who are now also identified by the anagram “BIPOC”. The inaugural program of two years ago is best described in hindsight as “the result of fortunate coincidences, patience and good timing”. In the past 24 months of hindsight however, these coincidences could not have been more felicitously understated!! The MLK national holiday of 2020 passed with scant mention to news of a “COVID-19” virus discovered in Wuhan, China. Barely six weeks after that performance, we would unanimously state that “the rest–AND the present--is indeed history!!” 

The faculty artists of NCCMI paid Dr. King deferred tribute last year via an online presentation of the 2020 program with commentary and conversation between Waltye Rasulala and Dr. Timothy Holley interspersed and grafted between selections. It streamed online in late February 2021–a late but still fortuitous offering of the inaugural program during the final week of Black History Month. It seems equally surrealistic that the streamed “re-offering” of the first performance aired eight weeks after the attack on the U. S. Capitol Building. Months later–amid pandemic, growing calls and protests for social justice nationwide took hold following the deaths of Breanna Taylor and George Floyd in Louisville, Kentucky and Minneapolis, Minnesota at the hands of white police officers and the law enforcement community at-large. Citizens took to the streets nationwide calling for the defunding of police departments and protesting enforced lockdowns while the virus spread. Intensive care units were filled beyond capacity…and people died in record numbers daily. The relevance and potency of the “Black Lives Matter” movement at mid-year was matched only by the controversial tone and force of the landmark “1619 Project” bravely anchored by New York Times investigative journalist Nikole Hannah-Jones. The entertainment and fine arts communities, already in complete lockdown–also created ways to respond (“virtually”!!) and join the global calls for justice, equity and inclusion while awaiting the development, approval and distribution of the first available coronavirus vaccines nationwide for those in greatest need. 

As we now comply with the third (and present) variant strain and responsive round of vaccinations, it is a pleasure to present this second program–hopefully live and indeed streaming as well!! The inaugural program featured the music of “le Chevalier” Joseph Boulogne de Saint-Georges, Adolphus Hailstork, Florence Price, Margaret Bonds, Samuel Coleridge-Taylor and James Weldon Johnson. The 2022 program extends this tradition further, focusing on works of David N. Baker, Anthony M. Kelley, Florence Price, Chevalier de St. Georges, Adolphus Hailstork, Jessie Montgomery, George Walker, William Grant Still and James Weldon Johnson. This year’s program is also augmented by the welcomed presence of two guest ensembles, the United Strings of Color Quartet and the WCPE String Quartet, one of the laureate student ensembles of NCCMI. 

The program opens with the first of three works of “elegiac” tone and expression. David Baker was the longest serving faculty member of the Jacobs School of Music at Indiana University (1966-2013). In conjunction with Jamey Aebersold, Baker championed the institution of American jazz in education, pedagogy and publication. Originally a jazz trombonist, Baker switched to cello after an automobile accident ruined his embouchure. Although he was a prolific composer, his true calling was teaching: a list of his students taught by him and colleagues who commissioned works from him over the course of five decades easily read like American music living legend (which also includes Elizabeth Beilman!!). The Pastorale was composed in 1959, five years after the Brown v. Board of Education decision by the U. S. Supreme Court and the continued protests of the Civil Rights Movement. Baker would later incorporate it into the cantata “Black America” (1968), written in memory of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. This brief work has a carefree expression built upon an opening of major/minor scales and jazz harmonies, but a deceptive gesture at its quiet conclusion dispels that carefree disposition, leaving the listener to reflect upon it with tragic irony. 

Anthony Kelley has kindly provided the following comment on “Sidelines”: “I have two older brothers; throughout our youth they were both impressively gifted in athletics. I looked up to them and their achievements, which included many impressive trophies. The string quartet, Sidelines, is a two-movement musical translation of aspects of sports that were most striking to my imagination as I watched from the bleachers. The second movement “Basketball” explores the joy and gracefulness of buoyancy, both in the game of basketball itself and the gravity-defying players on the court. (Incidentally, baseball is the “featured sideline” of the first movement.) Bouncy, elastic pizzicato notes accompany gliding bluesy melodic and harmonic events until they reach a gentle, conclusive phrase.” Sidelines was composed for the Ciompi Quartet of Duke University. 

Florence Price’s output of Negro spirituals arrangements for voice and piano date from the full expanse of her years in Chicago, after having migrated from her hometown of Little Rock, Arkansas in 1927. Her arrangements (and those of many African American composers of that time) were modeled after the settings of Harry T. Burleigh (published by Ricordi in 1915), who sang spirituals for Antonin Dvorak during the Czech composer’s three-year American residency. By the 1920s the last surviving generation of former slaves were between 65-90 years of age; the experience of the African American former slave was still a living memory at that time. Florence Price met and heard spirituals sung by Malinda Carter, a former slave once owned by Squire Carter of Rutherford County, Tennessee. Malinda Carter’s granddaughter Fannie Carter Woods was a concert singer who sang several premieres of Price’s songs. “You Won’t Find A Man Like Jesus” is a meditative song of exultation that clearly speaks of the reflected experience of the Samaritan woman at the well in one of many Gospel accounts of documented encounters with “the carpenter’s son from Nazareth”. Its accompaniment recalls a smoothed-over syncopation often found in ragtime music. “Go Down Moses” (or “O Let My People Go”), one of the best-known examples within the African American folksong tradition, contains the easy makings of a major research effort in the mere estimation of its historical origins. It had to have been a functional protest and popular song during the years of American abolitionism, but exact historical placement of its “origin” is very difficult to determine in either place or time. The song first appeared in print as “The Song of The Contrabands” in 1862 in an arrangement by Thomas Baker based on the song heard by Lewis Lockwood, Chaplain at Union Fortress Monroe (near Hampton, VA). It was sung by the “contrabands” (slaves who defected to Union Army forces in Confederate states during the Civil War) for at least a decade before the broadside publication; Harriet Tubman knew of such “songs of protest” and used them in her work on the Underground Railroad a full decade before. When the Fisk Jubilee Singers sang the song on their tours of the British Isles and Europe, their version of the song was published by the American Missionary Association in 1872. By then the song was sufficiently well-known “across the pond” through the antislavery lectures Frederick Douglass gave on tour in Great Britain, Scotland and Ireland in 1846-1847. 

The 2020 recital opened with a string quartet of Joseph Boulogne, le Chevalier de St. Georges. To date, the Quatuor pour le clavecin, violon, viola et basse is the only extant work written for keyboard and strings. The date of its composition is unknown, but it shares the same two-movement structure featured in the first published set of string quartets (Opus 1, 1773). A second detail of interest beyond the instrumentation is Saint-George’s membership in the Loge et Société Olympique, a Masonic order and chamber music society in Paris. He was inducted in 1771 and remained an active member for the rest of his life. The unique keyboard and strings instrumentation reflects a lodge requirement that stipulated lodge members compose a work for their instrument and the other lodge brethren. Just as Saint-Georges had composed some of the first string quartets in France around this time, this piano quartet may have also been first of its kind as well. ‘Le clavecin’ plays the lead musical role but also engages in limited dialogue with the strings; the cello is somewhat “liberated”--from merely doubling the left hand of the keyboard throughout!! The terse g minor first movement features melodic gestures that show a clear exchange of influence with the Mannheim School of Johann Stamitz. The second movement tonality is a lighthearted rondeau--“balanced” with both major and minor modes between song and dance!! 

The reader’s indulgence is begged in the sharing of the next program note which is recycled from my doctoral dissertation recitals: “Adolphus Hailstork composed his Elegy for cello and piano in 1980; after having performed the Trio for Violin, Cello and Piano (1985) some years ago, he sent me a tape recording of a performance in which I had participated, along with a score and part to this work with the following note enclosed: “Dear Tim, I don’t recall ever having sent you this short simple ELEGY. Perhaps you can use it. Best wishes, Adolphus. P.S.—If you ever do it, how about sending me a tape?” This “short, simple” piece has a quiet intensity within it that is often associated with grief and bereavement. It is also a somewhat anomalous example of an “African-American elegy”, in light of the occasionally plaintive tone of the Negro spirituals. Its withdrawn atmosphere is so removed from the highly emotional norm of expression at a time of grief and sorrow. The expressive center of the Elegy is the private and noble outpouring of grief as opposed to the expectant visible response of “outburst” (e.g., Moneta Sleet Jr.’s moving photograph of Coretta Scott King holding her youngest daughter Bernice at the funeral of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in April 1968). Direct references are made to the blues in this work in terms of both vocal and stylistic inflection. Although the better-known Elegie, Opus 24 of Gabriel Faure chooses a contrastively extroverted manner of musical expression, Hailstork instead favors an austere and introverted approach, giving the cello a melodic line that is much more withdrawn and even “ascetic” in disposition. Although the piano has the larger instrumental role, it is the cello that has the task of extracting a wealth of deeply profound expression from a single melodic line (or even a single pitch). Thematic connections to Beethoven (Sonata for Piano, Op.81a, Les adieux) and Gustav Mahler (Symphony No.9, Mvt. I) can be found in the blues-affected “Farewell” melody stated by the cello. The influence of the blues in the “farewell” melody--only becomes apparent as the harmonic contour of the work takes shape. The Elegy was composed for the cellist James Herbison (1947-2008), a colleague of the composer at Norfolk State University. 

Jessie Montgomery provides the following about the creative and developmental history of her work, Strum: “Strum is the culminating result of several versions of a string quintet I wrote in 2006. It was originally written for the Providence String Quartet and guests of Community MusicWorks Players, then arranged for string quartet in 2008 with several small revisions. In 2012 the piece underwent its final revisions with a rewrite of both the introduction and the ending for the Catalyst Quartet in a performance celebrating the 15th Annual Sphinx Competition. Originally conceived for the formation of a cello quintet, the voicing is often spread wide over the ensemble, giving the music an expansive quality of sound. Within Strum I utilized texture motives, layers of rhythmic or harmonic ostinati that string together to form a bed of sound for melodies to weave in and out. The strumming pizzicato serves as a texture motive and the primary driving rhythmic underpinning of the piece. Drawing on American folk idioms and the spirit of dance and movement, the piece has a kind of narrative that begins with fleeting nostalgia and transforms into ecstatic celebration”. 

In his fourscore and sixteen years George Walker lived four “musical lives”: concert pianist, chamber musician, composer and professor. He belongs to a unique group of African-American composers and performers who had career “trajectories” distinguished by their prodigious beginnings, their conservatory training and concert performance, including Florence Price, Robert Nathaniel Dett and Margaret Bonds. Like his earlier contemporaries, he had to maintain a “second career option” after conservatory study and his New York recital debut– because of limited performance opportunities accessible to him on account of skin color and the larger concert world’s slowness to change its “flexibility of marketable image”. The common phrase still uttered (a bit less openly) today “the world just isn’t ready yet for a black concert pianist or symphony orchestra conductor” preceded his generation and still mirrors the challenges of equal regard beyond skin color that we face today. Yet George Walker still established himself as both a virtuoso pianist and composer of equal stature, composing solo piano music, chamber music, vocal, choral and orchestral music. It goes without saying that he was blessed with apparent genetic longevity: his sister Frances Walker Slocum (1924-2018) also lived well into her nineties and enjoyed a long and distinguished career as a concert pianist and professor of music at Oberlin College. George was awarded the Pulitzer Prize in Music (at age 74) for his composition “Lilacs” for soprano and orchestra in 1996, a tribute to the tenor Roland Hayes. One of his first serious works he named Lament for Strings (also the middle movement of Walker’s First String Quartet, an early work composed during his graduate study at Curtis, published in 1946). Walker revised and renamed it Lyric for Strings in 1990, upon which it became one his most-performed concert works. It has a shared “kindred spirit and influence” with the Adagio for Strings by Samuel Barber, as both men studied with Rosario Scalero at the Curtis Institute of Music. The Lyric for Strings is dedicated to the memory of Mrs. Malvina King, George’s grandmother (a former slave who passed away shortly before the completion of the string quartet). It was also performed in July 2021 at a vigil for violinist Elijah McClain on the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. 

William Grant Still was one of the most important African American composers of the 20th century. He is nicknamed “the dean of Afro-American composers" on the strength of a quote (made in 1945) by Leopold Stokowski: “Still is one of our greatest living composers”. A similar statement of critical acclaim followed a decade later from a Belgian music critic: “This American composer shows remarkable qualities which place him as one of the very greatest living composers of the New World: a sense of immediate observation; the taste for a rigorous and brilliant orchestration; spontaneity and sincerity characterize his compositions”. His music was also championed by composer and conductor Howard Hanson, who conducted the premiere of Still’s “Afro-American” Symphony in 1931. The Danzas de Panama dates from 1948, based on a collection of Panamanian folk tunes which were collected by the American violinist, actress and ethnomusicologist Elizabeth Waldo in the 1920’s. (At last web check, Ms. Waldo is still living on the West Coast…at the youthful age of 103!!) Of the suite’s four dances, each has at least two and sometimes three separate dances within it. The last movement, Cumbia y Congo begins with a percussive hand-pounding to a high-spirited and fast dance. The choreographic tradition of the Panamanian Cumbia is this: couples advance to the center of the room, both men and women, and gradually form a circle of couples. The dance step of the man was a kind of leap backwards as the woman slid forward carrying a lighted candle in her hand holding a colored handkerchief. Notes provided in the score to this movement also refer to ladies holding a candle during the dance, perhaps recalling the holiday tradition of parading at night carrying a flambeau, not a candle (cf. the French Christmas carol “Bring A Torch, Jeannette, Isabella”). A true match for the dance, the rhythm aspect of this movement sounds purely African in origin but receives an immediate and heavy dose of Latin melody added to the mix. A brilliant, exciting Coda (“tail”) section brings the work to a rousing close, an impressive tour de force. In the spirit of community and communal song, this program closes with “Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing” of James Weldon Johnson and John Rosamond Johnson. James Weldon Johnson penned the poem in 1900 for recitation by Johnson’s students at segregated Edwin M. Stanton Preparatory School in Jacksonville, Florida in observance of President Abraham Lincoln’s birthday. Booker T. Washington was the honored guest at the premiere recitation. John Rosamond Johnson set the poem to music in 1905, and the NAACP adopted and dubbed it “the Negro National Anthem” (despite the turbulence of the “Red Summer of 1919”) for its hopeful insistence and deep faith expressed in its three verses. We sing and play this anthem, both to close the program and open a new year of musical heraldry!! TWH 

Song Texts: 

You Won’t Find a Man Like Jesus (arr. Florence Price) 

“Like Jesus, no you won’t find a man like Jesus. You may search from sea to sea, but this thing is clear to me, that you won’t find a man like Jesus. You can search up in the air, but you won't find him there.” 

Go Down, Moses (arr. Florence Price) “Go down, Moses, ‘way down in Egypt land. Tell ol’ Pharaoh to let my people go.!” When Israel was in Egypt’s land, “Let my people go!” Oppressed so hard they could not stand “Let my people go!” This spoke the Lord, bold Moses said. “Let my people go!” If not I’ll smite your first-born dead. “Let my people go!” “Go down Moses, way down in Egypt's land Tell ol’ Pharaoh to let my people go O let my people go!” 

Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing (James Weldon Johnson) 

“Lift every voice and sing, ’Til earth and heaven ring, Ring with the harmonies of Liberty; Let our rejoicing rise High as the listening skies, Let it resound loud as the rolling sea. Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us, Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us; Facing the rising sun of our new day begun, Let us march on ’til victory is won. Stony the road we trod, Bitter the chastening rod, Felt in the days when hope unborn had died; Yet with a steady beat, Have not our weary feet Come to the place for which our fathers died. We have come over a way that with tears has been watered, We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered, Out from the gloomy past, ’Til now we stand at last Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast. God of our weary years, God of our silent tears, Thou who has brought us thus far on the way; Thou who has by Thy might Led us into the light, Keep us forever in the path, we pray. Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee, Lest our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee; Shadowed beneath Thy hand, May we forever stand, True to our God, True to our native land.”























Sunday, May 23, 2021

"A Layover in Sweet Home Chicago: Remembering Robert C. Fisher, Violinist, Violist & String Pedagogue"

“A Layover in Sweet Home Chicago”: Remembering Robert C. Fisher, Violinist, Violist & String Pedagogue"
On Tuesday, 11 August 2015 I traveled to Rochester, New York as a returning participant musician at the Gateways Music Festival. It was to be my third “family reunion, tribal discovery and all-around jam-up time had” with a growing group of musicians, many of whom I went to school with, freelanced with, auditioned in line with, joked around with, sometimes argued with yet still always in the pursuit of musical excellence and artistic truth.
However, my trip would turn out to be less than direct or on-time!! A major storm hit the entire East Coast of the United States knocking out power, delaying and cancelling all planned forms of travel. I was waiting to board my 725pm flight (uh, two seats, not one!!) out of Raleigh-Durham for a quick joint to Charlotte and catch a connecting flight to Rochester, but those storms took that travel offer…’OFF the table!! The torrential rainfall often called a “gullywasher”--hit the Triangle Area and RDU Airport as I was waiting to board the plane!! Take-off was delayed but its arrival was so late that the connecting flight had already departed. Upon my eventual arrival and attempt to find and book another connecting flight to Rochester, I would learn that the next flight wasn’t scheduled to depart until 800am the next morning...NOT direct service but another two-city “hop and skip” connector through Chicago’s O’Hare Field--AND a two and one-half-hour layover upon arrival there!!
While stranded for 45 minutes maximum that evening in Charlotte, my dear cousins Jason and Blanche Laws came to the “ram in the bush rescue”!! They were in town that evening and kept me from spending an uncomfortable night in Douglas International Airport--with no luggage!! Blanche works for USAir at Douglas, and her work shift began at 6am the next day, so after a “short nap” at their home I was right back to Douglas in a few hours to await that flight. Upon arrival at O’Hare Field, I had plenty of time to have breakfast and dawdle on Facebook until my final connecting plane to Rochester boarded for takeoff.
The interesting coincidence is that two of my colleagues, percussionist Dr. Ralph G. Barrett of NCCU and bassoonist Joshua Hood of the Charlotte Symphony Orchestra--traveled from the same state (Barrett on the same flight out of RDU Airport) ended up arriving in Rochester in equally diverse ways as me!! Barrett missed the connecting flight, got a hotel room and was able to book a direct flight to Rochester. Josh chose to drive, but if ”hindsight is 20/20” I should’ve rode with him!! He had to drive through that same mammoth storm system but I would've made better time riding with him!! The two of us were scheduled to play a duo for bassoon and cello, “Common Ground” by Wolfgang Gernot, at the first chamber music recital on Thursday evening during that amazing week of crowded rehearsals and performances.
My final flight landed in Rochester on Wednesday afternoon (12 August) at 230pm. I caught a bus from the airport into the downtown area, and made my way to an afternoon reception at the Eastman School of Music. I’d missed a rehearsal and welcome meeting--one of numerous Festival musicians who arrived in “ROC” after delayed travels. Needless to say, it was great to be back at the Festival, that strange “musical Wakanda” and gathering opportunity for African American concert musicians from around the United States and abroad. The Friday evening performance activity was one of the most diverse and interesting of the week--an evening of “scattered” chamber music performances given by the Festival Orchestra musicians in various venues around the city. Due to my chamber music performance the previous evening I had been “liberated” from that activity--even though I had been placed in an ensemble of string players for that evening. In the course of my "early evening dinner hour plans coincidentally vacated”...I would meet one of the Orchestra violists, Robert C. Fisher. Many of us musicians who met for the first time at Gateways had little problem getting comfortable with one another, thanks to the wealth of quality relationships developed by the Festival’s "founding mother", Armenta Adams Hummings Dumisani. Neither Robert nor I had decided on where to have dinner, so we took a leisurely walk a few blocks away from our hotel to the Upper High Falls Historic District, where we found a restaurant overlooking the gorge that served wood-fired pizza. It took little to no time for us to “connect those six degrees of separation” and to punctuate our dinner time with great laughter and banter!! (Somewhere in all of my smartphone photographs of that week is a photo of a mill water wheel preserved in that historic district adjacent to the restaurant.)
At the Gateways and Colour of Music Festivals of 2019, we would perform together orchestrally. Our reunions were always happy--and full of knee-buckling hilarity!! Like all of us during 2020 and the pandemic, Rob and I kept in touch via Facebook; his regular travel adventures of lost or broken eyeglasses, malfunctioning cell phones and general matters of our “shared seniority” kept us both in enduring and endearing laughter!! The “deal-sealer” of our friendship came when we were all about to depart from the Hilton Nashville Airport hotel for the musicians of the Colour of Music Festival at Nashville in November 2019, five months before the shutdown. I had just finished packing my car, and my wife Leslie Conley Holley had just gotten into the car. A few musicians including Robert had gathered nearby to chat and pass the time before their respective airport shuttles arrived to pick them up for the short ride to the airport. Leslie and Robert met at the 2019 Gateways Festival three months earlier...and hit it off wonderfully!! They are both natives of Chicago, so they had no trouble getting along (we also met the conductor and Chicagoan Jaman E. Dunn in Rochester as well--’barely five minutes into our initial conversation they were singing a familiar jingle for a well-known Chicago fur coat store!! Those kinds of meetings are priceless!!) Anyway, just before we are fixing to depart Nashville, I notice Rob and tell her that Leslie is here with me--and we’re ready to leave!! He SEIZES THE MOMENT, runs around to the passenger side of the car to greet “his Chicago sister” and gives her a great big hug!! Aside from having lunch at Monell’s Restaurant downtown before hitting the road back to Durham--that hug moment crowned my whirlwind weekend!! It isn’t every day that such bonding happens but I’ll always cherish it!!
The news of his passing has come so suddenly that I have not really processed its gravity. Yet. My heart rushes out to the musicians and administration of The Chicago Sinfonietta, with whom Robert had returned to “Sweet Home Chicago” to perform with guest bassist Victor Wooten after the hiatus from which we are all moving onward carefully. That photo of him and Victor onstage speaks untold volumes of pride and gratitude that came from the noble and passionate heart of a fine musician--’gruff, eyewear-challenged, phone-losing...but just fine!! “Fish” is one of those folks who I may not “traditionally grieve for” because the spoken expression “au revoir, arrivederci, see you later alligator”, whether spoken or unspoken--always lingered between us. Since the “au revoir” has now become “adieu”, the “merci” and “grazie” can’t be given sufficient expression. I believe that we shall meet again.
In the meantime, I’ll try not to lose my glasses!!😎


Monday, December 14, 2020

#EthelBlueGown: Fourscore and Eighteen Reminiscences, At Least...


When writing a tribute of reminiscence for one whose longevity is so immense, I’ve discovered and accepted the fact that “writing too much”—often becomes just another verse of “I Wonder As I Wander”… So HERE GOES!!

Ethel Collins Bray (1922-2020) was a rare person. I’m still carefully studying the exact genealogical connections between her and I; after all when one says “cousin” in referring to a family member, the presumption is that the connection is intragenerational. Ethel Bray was a first cousin of my paternal grandmother, Ethel Lee Jones Holley; the “direct” family connection is to be found on the maternal side of that limb of a magnificent branch of the family tree--from Emma Longs Collins to Ethel Lee Jones Holley!! She was diminutive in stature but towering in attitude, quick of tongue and wit yet still warm and engaging. Around family she was consistent to remind us all that “she was the oldest of the gang”, which elicited the usual response from us: laughter and the rolling of eyes to the side, but it didn’t change a thing. We all were loved, accepted, admired and always welcome in her home when we made numerous trips to Columbus, Ohio to visit. When she was a little girl my paternal grandfather, M. Q. Holley Sr. told my aunts and uncles to “treat Ethel as your sister”—which they did, and over the years more than a few memories of their childhood days on West Eight Mile Road in Detroit trickled down three generations to a few of us “additional cousins”!!

First, I should clarify one matter of word pronunciation: we didn’t call her “Cousin Ethel”; over time the word as a title became “Cudd’n”, giving the familial term additional endearment. The earliest Eight Mile Road memory I recall involved some meat my grandmother put in a pot to slow-cook, with directions for Ethel to make sure it didn’t dry out. Apparently once it had cooked sufficiently, the fellas (my uncles Major, Harold and Oscar) couldn’t keep from tasting the meat, 'bit by bit. By the time my grandmother returned home only about 1/8th of the original piece of meat remained in the pot!! Those regular exchanges of banter over “who was in charge” amongst the kids while my grandparents were out and about in a normal day--lasted well into adulthood and extended far and wide throughout the family village structure!!

Cudd’n Ethel was born in Columbus, Ohio and came to Detroit after her mother and aunt passed away. “M. Q. and Cousin Ethel” (as Cuddn’ Ethel referred to my grandmother!!) took her in—that’s what family does when “push comes to shove”. Cuddn’ Ethel told me once that her mouth (and her “fas’ behavior”) and capricious commuting between Detroit and Columbus eventually caused M. Q. to issue an ultimatum: she could not play “travel ping-pong back and forth on US-23: Detroit, Michigan or Columbus, Ohio"!! She chose Columbus, and the rest, indeed…is history. Her husband Norman Bray was one of the coolest, mild-mannered men I can remember ever having met. The funniest recollection of him that I have is from a visit that must have happened in the mid-1970s. Like many metropolitan areas around the United States, Interstate Highway 70 had cut a path through the east side of Columbus. Cuddn’ Ethel, Norman and their daughter Carole had moved to another house not far from historic Hanford Village, a once-thriving African American community. My family rode to Columbus but had to meet Cousin Norm downtown--in front of the Ohio State House (you can’t miss that landmark!!). We got to the State House and waited for Cousin Norm to show; back then he drove a black 1976 Oldsmobile Delta 88 Sedan that was sharp!!—austere yet immaculately stylish, second to no other vehicle in the neighborhood!! Norm pulls up in front of the State House on Broad Street but across from where we were parked waiting for him. The street is wide—wide enough that he had to make a U-turn to pull over alongside. Just as he was fixin’ to make the turn, this young lady--“a fine young thing”--skips across the sidewalk over to his car…and GETS IN!! We’re watching all that from across the street wondering “what’s goins’ on”?? She sits in the front passenger’s seat for a few seconds chatting with him, then politely gets out of the car and flitters (or “flutters”!!) off. Norm does the U-turn and pulls over to meet us with a sheepish grin on his face, pulls away…and we follow him to the house. Both back then and now…the hilarity and laughter over that “grand encounter” remains legendary!! A good belly-laugh was HAD BY ALL!!

Cuddn’ Ethel attended Columbus East High School and went to work for Chemical Abstracts Service, where she must have worked for nearly fifty years. (There are some questions we young’uns knew not to be too nosey to ask; after all, we’re not the FBI!!) My cousin Terry Reeder attended Capital University (BA ‘80), a few blocks away from her and Norm and worked in Columbus before moving to Detroit. During his postgraduate years my cousin Charminn Ford also lived there briefly as well—cousins from three different “family tree branches” all right there!!

Each fall the Wolverines and the Buckeyes met on the football field to settle the score for the next year of trash-talking!! Cuddn’ Ethel, Aunt Sophie, Uncle Oscar, my Dad, my cousins Terry and Diane Reeder would have their annual “fan-duel” in session during and after the game!! (I understand that a friendly wager of two dollars to the winner was also part of the festivity—at least between Ethel and Oscar!!)

When I joined the faculty at North Carolina Central University, I learned about two interesting facets of the “small world degrees of separation” amongst colleagues in African American higher education: several of my colleagues had taken their advanced degrees from either Michigan State University (across town from where I grew up!!) or The Ohio State University!! (Backyard Rivalry 1.0!!) OSU also had a “graduate school recruitment relationship” with NCCU’s archrival, the Aggies of North Carolina Agricultural and Technical State University!! (Backyard Rivalry 2.0!!) During the first of two University Honors Program “field trips” from Durham to Columbus to attend the OSU Graduate School HBCU Visitation Weekend, I would learn that school and sports rivalries are often founded in class distinctions and stratified relationships...‘an intense and strangely unregulated competitive arena!! They also are quite intriguingly rooted in close relationships as well.  I remember very well the “Ten Year War” between Woody Hayes and Bo Schembechler—the great teacher-coach and his former student, graduate assistant and assistant coach now leading “that school up North”!! I often say to Buckeye football fans “you know, this is ALL Woody’s fault”!! In life off the gridiron the two men were the closest of friends, but their desire to teach and coach to their highest abilities set them at odds one with the other—on the last weekend of each November. (By the way, two students who attended the OSU Grad Fair went on to do graduate work at OSU!! I digress, ‘but not TOO much!!)

At that grad school fair I met an OSU doctoral student, composer and instant colleague named Mark A. Lomax, who I bonded with over a cello piece he had written. Years later (April 2019) he invited me to perform a work of his at OSU (talk about “comic irony”!!), which I did…and Cuddn’ Ethel was in the audience (at age 96!!) for a full concert of cello and piano music of African American composers. My longtime friend, colleague and U-M pianist Karen Walwyn shared the concert with me—a musical victory for the Wolverines just a few blocks from the Horseshoe!! I once talked with Cuddn’ Ethel about her memory of having heard the Duke Ellington Orchestra perform live in Columbus in the early 1960s with Major playing bass!! (I recorded the conversation for my own oral history archives; if I can share it via FB I will do so…but I’ll have to preview it first!!)

After the concert at OSU my family and Ethel went out for dinner near campus. They were all seated when Leslie and I arrived to join them, and Ethel was seated at the head of the table—because room was needed for her cart. She had ordered her meal first, and her salad arrived right after we sat down. She was talking to us all—or maybe to Mark or Millie—'and pointing her steak knife above her plate!! We saw this…and ALL FELL OUT LAUGHING!! There was neither moment nor occasion where her wit and timing didn’t run AND steal the show!! Meals with Ethel and Carole at their home always moved in constant motion and at record pace!! She’d cook and announce when the meal was ready, and the cleanup would be in motion barely ten minutes after the meal had begun!! They didn’t dine in the French or Italian traditions!! SAVOR FAST!!

Leslie and I traveled to Chicago that summer (2019) for a “Tim to work but Leslie to relax and reunion” trip. I went to attend and perform at the Centennial Meeting of NANM, the National Association of Negro Musicians (who held their inaugural meeting one week before the infamous Chicago Race Riot during the “Red Summer” of 1919). We spent the first two days prior to the conference visiting Leslie’s longtime friends, Gary and Eugenia Giles, Leslie’s Aunt Lois Gray in Gary, Indiana—and took in a performance of “Hamilton” right after the NANM meeting was finished. A wonderful week was had by all!! On our way back to North Carolina we stopped in Indianapolis to visit my brother Mark and his wife Zander--and in Groveport, Ohio to visit Cuddn’ Ethel. It was Leslie’s second meeting with Ethel; they had bonded right away during a 2018 visit, not long before she moved into the Brookdale Senior Living Community. The house had become too much for her to maintain after her daughter Carole passed in 2017. On that visit she ribbed me constantly on account of the midlife belly I’ve been carrying, saying “get rid of it”!! I think of her admonition daily—and I will do so…eventually one way or the other!! On another visit she told me “Hey, I’ve got money!! Let’s go out for lunch!!” I had spoken with Mark by phone the day before, and he mentioned to me that he’d taken her to do some banking a day or two earlier, and to be sure she didn’t forget where she’d placed her cash. Once she and I began talking about having lunch, it turned out that we were closer to the front lobby than her room. I ended up taking her out to Wendy’s so I could get a quick bite of lunch because it was taking too long to for her to remember where she'd put her money “for her treat” to her nephew!! Needless to say it was a funny but sobering moment for me.

In September 2019 I was summoned to Ann Arbor, Michigan to join my longtime friend Louise Toppin and perform at the conference on African American music “Reflecting On The Past, Projecting Toward the Future, II” that she graciously hosted at The University of Michigan School of Music, Theater and Dance. As always, a grand time was had by all!! That entire trip was full of visits too wonderful to give complete description; six months later all travel worldwide would cease and all social events became the public health risks and perils we still lament and have to accept as facts of daily life. On my way back to North Carolina, of course I stopped in Groveport, Ohio to see Cuddn’ Ethel; since I had my cello with me, I gave an impromptu performance just for her in the lobby!! Since I had arrived during the Bingo game hour (just before dinner!!), so Ethel made an announcement welcoming me and summoned all the gathered residents to listen to my concert!! I played for about 15-20 minutes, and at the close of my performance she announced to everyone that the concert was over!! I wish she had hooked her announcements up to my PayPal account!! I had dinner afterward with her “dining crew”, five other ladies all of whom were pistols just like her!! They all had stories that were moving, insightful and endearing to hear. But Cuddn’ Ethel still dictated the quality of mealtime in grace and style!! It was a joyous, hilarious and deeply meaningful time spent.

Whenever my family would visit Columbus, it would always be a brief matter of time before I began to browse her record collection. While I played only few of them on her stereo, she was always quick to notice and express her appreciation of my musical curiosities. Two years ago she told me, “I want you to have all my records”; on one of my now-infrequent “Midnight NASCAR road trips” I went to get them. I was astounded to see some of the musicians—vocalists and instrumentalists, many of whom she’d seen perform live when they came to town. 

Our times move so fast, from going to hear live music to seeing it happen virtually due to the shutdown. I’ve begun calling the era prior to 13 March 2020 the “beFo' Times”, and still wonder what the “AftaTimes” will eventually become once the COVID-19 vaccine is proven to be effective and consistently safe for public health globally. It is the strangest means of human bonding: social distancing for fear of “manslaughter by abject negligence”. Nevertheless, we are forced to remember the words of the Biblical 90th Psalm, either in part or whole: “Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly are away… 'Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” 

I am, and my family village stands thankful to the Lord for the ninety-eight years of faithful and enduring strength given to #EthelBlueGown #NobleLady, and for the nobility of her life and bearing as the “oldest” of her adopted siblings, their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, stepchildren (and “play-cousins”, of course!!)

May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us—yes, establish the work of our hands.” (Psalm 90:17) AMEN.

Monday, November 2, 2020

Adolphus Hailstork: Sonata for Solo Cello (2012), Timothy Holley, cello

The Sonata for Cello (2012) of Adolphus Hailstork is an imposing work whose opening movement contains a gesture of "homage" paid to the Suite No.1 in G Major for Unaccompanied Cello of Johann Sebastian Bach (BWV 1007). Following that polite "nod" however, this work immediately goes to places that Bach didn't have cultural access 295 years ago!! The influence of the closing gigue (jig) from the Bach suite pervades the entire movement, and yet the presence of blues melody strangely works in tandem with the dance, producing a unique musical result and aesthetic effect. The second movement is best described as "a slow tempo blues song in rondo form", but playing and hearing it can also resemble a trip across Pennsylvania on Interstate 80!! Formal structure and travel descriptions cast aside, a secondary melody is introduced bearing a curious indication in the score: "call and response". This indication refers to the tradition of "lining" or "raising” a hymn, which comes from the black sacred music tradition. The final movement reprises thematic material from the previous two movements, engaging in what sounds like the “dialogue, disagreement and dissolved argument...between children”!! Odd as that opening “argument” may sound, it gives way quite fittingly…to the sound of children's play song!!  In this manner, the Bachian gigue and blues dance aesthetic of the opening movement are “prayed over” in the call and response of the middle movement road trip. Then “both music and prayer join hands” with the play songs of children in the final movement.  TWH 

https://youtu.be/1UjVWWLK53k