Sunday, April 29, 2012

Mussorgsky - bass drum
Dukas - glock
Horner - some remarkably groovy shaker, considering the nature of the Titanic.
Everything else - mallets/triangle/chimes

you can't play star wars and not be really happy about it, especially the glock part

Monday, April 2, 2012

the importance of food

So, it's about time I started cooking again…

three rehearsals to learn a book, which is really more like two books because you're covering two parts, an hour or so to create a setup that allows you to run at a mild jog in contrast to an outright sprint between instruments, challenging yourself nightly to do an even more perfect job despite being awake for eighteen hours a day for a week at a time, getting all of the songs stuck in your head, eating a questionable diet, and having a fantastic time


Wednesday, January 4, 2012

This feels reminiscent of livejournal, 2005

"Do music, but only do it if there is absolutely nothing else you can see yourself doing in life. If there is anything else, do that." i heard this when i was seventeen and in a room crammed full of percussion instruments.

i didn't listen, and six years passed.

first i didn't listen because i thought it wasn't true - because i thought i was smarter than that.

then i didn't listen because i thought i could find another thing to do.

i didn't listen because i ignored all of the reasons that 
i fell in

i didn't listen because others were telling me only what i wanted to hear about doing something else.

but no one has lied about doing music. no one has lied or held anything back about it. no one pretended it would take care of me with money. no one pretended there would be any guarantees. no one promised a secure profession.

time to listen to some words i heard seven years ago, in a room full of musicians, with one of the most influential people in my life.

there is absolutely nothing boring about something that can make you feel cry think dance laugh shiver move twinge shudder collapse headbang. there is nothing boring about the rush, the chills, and blissful sensations that flow through your body when something beautiful really moves you.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

stare at the past

With the power out and a darker sky, I took some photos of the way-up-high. 

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

less a letter

There's gaffers tape on our panyard spaces that have our names written on them. Mine read "Pasta." It always had, even since before I'd arrived freshmen year; the older students had decided on my nickname. Every year a new piece of tape is layered on top, again with our names. I peeled off the top piece of tape, today; some of last year's tape came up with it. As I went to leave I couldn't help but notice that some of the tape was left behind with only one letter fewer. Past.

Monday, April 18, 2011

David MacBride's Percussion Park

David MacBride's Percussion Park was performed at The Hartt School on April 16th, 2011. The Hartt Percussion Studio, several other instrumentalists, and audience members took part in a concert that took over rehearsal rooms,  the auditorium, hallways, stairwells, and the elevator.

Photos from dress rehearsal (and a couple from the performance)






bumming (bass-drumming)




walking quack