Monday, May 31, 2004

Evil Deadline pt.1

I don't talk much about my commercial work, but for the next couple days, that may be the hot topic... the first rule of being a commercial composer is:

THE DEADLINE IS GOD.

... and I've got a deadline approaching fast -- two games that need jazz underscoring as well as a full compliment of sound effects and dialogue. Getting a jump on things requires sucking it up and working on Memorial Day... that's OK, it's been cold and rainy alot of the day anyway.

Sunday, May 30, 2004

We like the moon

Truly inspired. Click here to see what you think.

Friday, May 28, 2004

What's worse than the mullygrubs?

Today is my buddy Bruno Galano's birthday. He's Brazilian, and he wanted to go to a traditional Brazilian restaurant (called a "Churrascaria") for lunch. Churrascarias pride themselves on their varieties of grilled meats. So a bunch of us went down to FOGO DE CHAO to celebrate with him.

[Before I go any further, let me just say that this restaurant is fabulous. The food is wonderfully prepared, and the service is really excellent. OK, read on...]

Here's how the game works -- for a fixed price, you're given a place to sit, a clean plate, and a little colored disc. The disc is to be used for self-defense (you'll understand how and why very shortly). The disc is green on one side and red on the other. When you get the disc, it's red-side-up. Say you decide to flip the disc over to the green side. Green means "go". From across the restaurant, the waiters SOMEHOW can sense that you've flipped your disc, and a swarm of them rush over to your table. Now what I haven't told you yet is that the management has given each waiter two swords -- one skewered with a large hunk of meat, and the other unsheathed and ready for action. So suddenly you've got sword-wielding waiters charging toward your table! They begin to slash and hack with their swords, dropping slabs of grilled meat onto your plate. You can try to wave them off politely, but they'll just keep on coming in waves... until you flip the disc back over to red. Red means "for the love of God PLEASE STOP!!!". All the waiters then evaporate in an instant, and you're left wondering how so much meat got onto your plate in the span of 3-tenths of a second.

Now I've been a "pescatarian" for about 5 months now -- basically that means I'm a vegetarian that eats fish. Another name for this is a "cheater", or a "vegetarian with training wheels". But I didn't want to miss out on this cultural experience, so after a visit to their extraordinary salad bar, I flipped my disc and braced myself for the onslaught.

It wasn't until after the meal that I realized that my stomach hasn't digested a morsel of red meat in months, and it's waaaaaaay out of practice. I feel dizzy. I feel nauseous. I have a headache and my whole body has this heavy aching feeling that's radiating from the large ball of meat in my stomach...

(when I was a kid, my dad taught us the term "the mullygrubs" -- that's when you've eaten so much you wish you were dead. We've all experienced this one before (it usually involves ice cream). But I have to say that this sensation makes "the mullygrubs" feel like standing in front of an air conditioner on a hot summer day.

Ooooooooooh....

Worldwide Premieres!

Today "Chaos Theory" is having it's Austrian premiere with the Sinfonisches Blasorchester Wimmpassing (Peter Haberfellner, guitar soloist. Otto M. Schwarz, conductor.) along with performances of Eric Whitacre's music; while "Courage & Compassion" is having it's Japanese premiere with the highly-aclaimed TAD Wind Symphony (Takayoshi Suzuki, conductor) along with the premiere of Jonathan Newman's "...as the Scent of Spring Rain". I think this is all so cool I can hardly stand it!

Thursday, May 27, 2004

Odds and Ends

A band director emailed me to ask for permission to arrange "Reflections in a Tidal Pool" for marching band (it is soooooo hard for me to imagine that tranquil piece on the 50 yard line...)...

Another band director told me they want to perform "Reflections..." at the Midwest convention in December (YES!!!!!)...

A buddy of mine (Rich Carle) emailed me to tell me that he digs the sketch of my latest piece, "TranZendental Danse of Joi"...

I got plane tickets to Ohio so I can be at the "Courage & Compassion" recording session at Ohio State University...

I got plane tickets to Los Angeles so Nicki and I can go to Eric's "Paradise Lost" performance...

Lots of little things...

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Traffic Court

Remember the car accident I had a few weeks ago? My traffic court date was this morning.

FORTY-FIVE minutes on the El train to get downtown.

TEN minutes to get through the metal detectors and X-ray machines in security (the flashing light I clip on my back when I'm riding my bike at night was of particular interest).

FIVE minutes from when I walked into the courtroom until I walked out. That included waiting for the judge to appear, and waiting for my turn. The judge was on fire!!! WHEW!?!

Then forty-five minutes on the train back uptown...

Tuesday, May 18, 2004

Chaos in Colorado (pt.III)

(scroll down and read pt.I & II first)

Today's the big day -- first order of business -- AP Theory class. I present the theory behind Chaos Theory again -- this time, a little slower and more in-depth, and Pete is cool enough to create transparencies of the score, so I can point out things that are happening more clearly (pardon the pun). The class seems very interested and asks some excellent questions, and while the guitar does come off the strap at one point, I manage to hold onto the neck and head-off it's nose-dive.

Next is an enrichment rehearsal -- translation: everybody comes in during their lunch hour to rehearse. We work quickly and fix some important spots, and then the students rush off to use the remaining minutes to eat something before their next class (thanks again guys!).

The next class is Jazz Ensemble I -- the more experienced jazz students. I go over the theory of Chaos Theory quickly, and then Shilo takes over in a very cool way -- he applies these contemporary classical techniques to jazz improvisation, so the students can see how they can apply them to their own playing and writing. (This also gives me a chance to eat some lunch)

The students then gear up for a jam session, and I'm invited to sit in. I'm more than happy (however modestly) to take part. I mostly comp (play chords) to back up the soloists, and me and the drummer (Kyle) have a good time laying down the groove together. When they ask me if I want to solo, I decide I should participate and proceed to play a simple (but hopefully soulful) solo (I'm not much to listen to as a jazz improviser). The students are very kind and encouraging of each other and of me -- it's a very positive vibe in this class.

The rest of the afternoon is spent waiting for the concert -- talking to students, checking email, goofing off with stomp boxes, staying loose. Pete and I dash off for dinner, and then we're back for the start of the concert.

The band played Holsinger's "Symphonia Voce" before Chaos Theory, and it is SMOKING. They sound fantastic! Finally we're at the last piece on the program, Chaos Theory. And from the first note we play, it is a blast. Quite literally, in fact. Y'see, I'd checked the gear when I was offstage earlier that evening, but didn't get a chance once we were onstage. Someone else has decided to tweak the settings and the volume has been jacked up from "2" to "5"! Now I am really, really, REALLY LOUD. I try to compensate by ear but I don't know what the amp settings are supposed to be so AND I've got both hands full with my part, so there's only so much I can do... but at the same time, the band seems to be rising to the occasion and they're blowing their brains out!!! It's very exciting, and the audience is really getting into it. Near the end the last movement, they're yelling and cheering like it's a rock concert! We finish and everyone goes nuts! The crowd is on their feet, and the low brass section is giving me the heavy metal salute -- I figure that's a very good sign.

After the concert, I hang out onstage, signing autographs and taking pictures with the band members. The principal comes up and shakes my hand -- he's very excited about the performance. A bunch of band members want the guitar part so they can learn it. One little boy ask me if I am in the next Harry Potter movie (when I tell Nicki this, she says I should've lied and said "yes"). One of the high school students from the audience swears he isn't leaving until I play it again. I tell him I'm not going to be back for two more years. He says he'll still be sitting there (I think he WAS still sitting there when I packed up and left -- now that's dedication!). One of the band members gives me a hat she'd knit specially for me!

And Pete says it was one of the best times he'd ever had on the podium. That's very cool. The whole trip was a peak experience, and this Rocky Mountain high will stay with me for quite some time.

Thanks so much to King Chek, Zeb (up the Irons!), John, Spencer, Kyle, the "Everything" twins, Scott, Sean, Jonathan, Pete (thanks for lunch!), Talon, Sara, the trumpet-playing-dancer, Caitlin, Jessica, the clarinetist who held onto my guitar at the first rehearsal, Corey, Stealth (cool duds!), Josh, Laura, Chris, and all the other students whose names did not deserve the ill fate of my pea-sized memory... and a special thanks to Corey (KILLER amp dude!), Shilo (great low notes!), Shanna (good luck with the bambinos!), and especially to Maestro Peter Toews, for making this concert possible for me and for the students. ROCK ON MOUNTAIN VIEW!

Monday, May 17, 2004

Chaos in Colorado (pt.II)

(scroll down and read pt.I first!)

After a free day of knocking around Boulder and hiking with Nicki and her friend Barry in the Flatirons of the Rocky Mountains, it's time to get serious. First order of business -- well, get Nicki some coffee. Second order of business -- oops, forgot to leave Shanna her purse! THIRD order of business -- Jazz Ensemble II class. Since many of the students in this class are also in the Symphonic Band, I decide to talk about the theory behind Chaos Theory. This presentation goes relatively smoothly, although I suspect that both the class and I are struggling to be awake and alert at 7:30 AM on a Monday morning.

Until disaster strikes.

I'm not quite sure how it happened, but in the middle of my shpiel, my guitar slips off it's perch and hits the floor. And bounces. Twice.

Ouch.

I check the tuning to see if the guitar is OK. The bridge has been shoved into the body and the treble strings are resting on the neck -- this is BAD NEWS.

I finish the class, using the school's Fender Strat to play musical examples, and once the class leaves, I grab a screwdriver and pliers and nervously dismantle the whole guitar, praying that I can fix it. One student (Zeb) offers to get me a loaner guitar from the music store he works at if my axe is beyond repair. Fortunately, I am successful -- I vow to be more careful in the future, and promise to take the guitar to a real tech when I get back to Chicago.

Next comes a quick lunch-break, where I meet the percussion and jazz teacher (and bass guitarist for Chaos Theory), a very talented cat named Shilo Stroman. After that, we set up for rehearsal in the "Auditeria" (a combination lunchroom and concert hall). While I'm setting up, kids keep yelling for me to play "Purple Haze", which I repeatedly oblige for a few seconds, until they refuse to sing along, which is my cue to stop.

Rehearsal goes pretty well -- some spots need a little woodshedding, but there's time for that. Overall, the band sounds really, really good. It's clear that they've worked really hard as an ensemble, and the musical results are obvious. I'm excited and encouraged that this'll be a good concert. While we rehearse, Nicki walks around the hall, giving me the soundcheck status ("turn up, turn down"), and I find that in order to balance with the ensemble, I can only get away with setting the volume on "2"... but that's still REALLY LOUD!

After rehearsal, Shilo gives Nicki a ride to the airport shuttle bus so she can head home. Nicki and I both wish she could stay for the concert, but know it's not possible. The rest of the afternoon is a mish-mosh of hanging with students and listening and talking about music with Pete and Shilo. At one point, I put on the CD of John Mackey's piece, "Juba", and Shilo and the students are blown away. The students insist on hearing it again so they can follow along in the score.

Dinner at "Fat Albert's" (GREAT pie!), and an early bedtime. I'm whipped!

Saturday, May 15, 2004

Chaos in Colorado (pt.I)

I wake up in Chicago at 5 AM to do laundry -- must have clean clothes for the trip. Pack everything while it's still warm, double-check my guitar and gear, and I'm off for yet another plane flight. Destination: Mountain View High School in Loveland, Colorado. They're going to be performing Chaos Theory next Tuesday.

The trip is uneventful -- which is everything you could ever hope for on a plane flight. I'm met at the Denver Airport by Peter Toews (rhymes with "waves") -- the director at MVHS. We drive back to Greeley, spend some time getting to know each other. We arrive at his house and I meet his wife Shanna -- both of them are extremely nice people, and throughout my visit they bend over backwards to make me comfortable in their home.

Pete's student-teacher assistant, Corey, stops by for dinner. He also brings over the amp I'm going to use for the concert -- "if it's OK with you," they remind me.

"What kind of amp is it?"

"It's a full Marshall stack."

It takes a moment for the words to sink in... A FULL MARSHALL STACK... the holy grail of heavy metal amplifiers... a pure, tube-driven tsunami of love and rage, as tall and tough as a bar-room bouncer and ready to blow your face off with the gale-force of a sonic hurricane... they must be putting me on. We go out to the garage and look in the back of Pete's car. Sure enough, 2 cabinets and a head, emblazoned with the logo that has defined British rock since the 1960's. I am filled with the irresistible urge to pull it out of the car, stack it up, plug it in, and spend the rest of the night worshipping this Electric Temple of the Almighty Decibel, with offerings of thundrous power chords, shrieking blues/rock licks, and ear-bleeding feedback... but I know that'd be rude, anti-social, and would probably get me arrested for "disturbing the peace" in this quiet suburban neighborhood...

so instead we all jump into the car and head for Home Depot, where we yank stuff off the shelves and have Corey beat on it with drumsticks. We didn't buy anything (and we hadn't planned to either) but we learned alot:
- 5 gallon plastic buckets sound better than 2 gallon plastic buckets...
- Cement spreaders sound way cool if you smack 'em together...
- The bigger the base of the clay flower pot, the better it sounds...
- water under pressure runs uphill, water with no pressure runs downhill.

Shoppers and clerks were alternately confused and amused by our clanging and banging. They must've thought we were the new Blue Man Group -- two local band directors, a hippie with jetlag, and a woman pregnant with twins.

Thursday, May 13, 2004

Can you hear me now? Good!

(cell phone rings)

"Hello?"

"Jim -- Milt Allen, Ohio State University."

"Hey man, how's it going?"

"Good, good -- listen, I've got this idea I want to pass by you before we rehearse Courage & Compassion today. I want to see what you think. Where are you?"

"I'm with Nicki, waiting at the drive thru of a Dunkin Donuts. She's giving me a ride to work."

"OK, well this is what I had in mind... [valiant attempt by conductor to verbalize musical approach to composer]"

"Wow Milt, I don't know. Can I think about it? When is your rehearsal?"

"Ummm... now. They're tuning up right now." (hear instruments tuning in background)

"Oh."

"Hey, why don't we play it for you?"

"Oh, umm... sure, I guess."

"OK FOLKS, I'VE GOT JIM BONNEY ON THE PHONE HERE," (laughter in background) "WE'RE GONNA TRY SOMETHING HERE, SEE WHAT HE THINKS... [valiant attempt by conductor to verbalize musical approach to ensemble]"

"Are you ready Jim?"

"Uh, yeah, OK -- go for it."

(conductor leads ensemble with baton in one hand and cell phone in the other)

"What do you think?"

"Hmmm... no, that's not working for me... [valiant attempt by composer to verbalize musical approach to conductor]"

"OK, we'll try that. OK FOLKS, WE'RE GONNA TRY SOMETHING DIFFERENT NOW... [valiant attempt by conductor to RE-verbalize musical approach of composer to ensemble]"

"You ready Jim?"

"Sure man, let's hear it."

Wednesday, May 12, 2004

Dreamlog 1.0

I dreamed I had to play the French horn part on a piece I had written.

I have no idea how to play the French horn.

Let's leave it at that.

Monday, May 03, 2004

Chaos in St. Charles pt.1

Today was the first rehearsal out in St. Charles, IL, for a Chaos Theory concert next Monday night. Woke up, packed my gear, and walked over to Nicki's house to get a ride to the rent-a-car place (avid readers of this blog are well aware that my car was totally totalled two weeks ago). Unfortunately, Nic had overslept, and trust me when I say that anything asked of her before her first cup of coffee is a total write-off...

Hey babe, no problem -- time for plan B. I'm out on the street to get a cab. Ten Minutes. No cabs. No problem, I call information to call a cab, and suddenly an empty cab rolls by!

No problem -- get to the rent-a-car place -- they're backed up out the door, and short on cars...

No problem -- eventually I get mine (unwashed -- believe me, NO PROBLEM), and I'm headed for the hour drive to St. Charles. The directions are good and I make it in no time. I meet a few guest artists from the Lincoln Center Jazz Ensemble -- very nice guys named Wes and Marcus. The director, Jim Kull, leads me out to the rehearsal space, explaining that some of the key band members aren't going to be at the rehearsal today. Well, that's not ideal, but... no problem! Everybody leaves, and I'm alone to set up and warm up.

Plug in the amp, plug in my -

My blood runs cold.

I've left my power cable for the pedalboard at home. I now have a very quiet, very decorative plaque on the floor in front of me, rather than the hi-tech-sonic-mutation-station I'd planned on. I've got 15 minutes before rehearsal starts.

Ummm... no problem...

Run out to the rental car, and fly down the road, looking for the nearest convenience store, or drug store, or...

GROCERY STORE!!!

Buy two handfuls of 9 volt batteries, pay with my credit card, no problem. Fly back to the rehearsal space, and start tearing open pedals and shoving batteries inside. The students are starting to file in. No problem.

They're warming up. I'm tuning up. My tuner is being moody... no problem...

The band is ready. I haven't warmed up yet today, but... NO PROBLEM!


Rehearsal in St. Charles. Photo courtesy of Community Unit School District 303