I’ve been hard at work lately on a short video trailer for The Next Ten Minutes. As a composer, one of the most important aspects of this has been creating the soundtrack for the video. I wanted to create a piece of music that worked harmoniously with the spoken word but which could also stand on its own as a sort of soundtrack to the book itself. So, while the evolution of this cyclic, meditative piece is driven by the rhythms of the text it accompanies, my hope is that it also has an internal coherence of its own.

And yes, I acknowledge the influence of Steve Reich.

The full video will be available nearer the publication date for the book (10/26).

 

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The Sound

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The Story

While travelling in China last year, our group visited Shangli Ancient Town, a small village in western Sichuan Province in which many of the village’s beautiful old structures remain intact. The narrow streets were thronged with tourists – very few of them non-Chinese – and the town was ringed by rivers, over which stood beautiful stone foot bridges. (You can find another nice description of the town here.) As we approached the central plaza of the town, I was transfixed by a repetitive chanting song. I scouted around and found its source – a clutch of young boys sitting on the ground in the middle of the crowd, playing some sort of card game which involved  slapping their cards on the ground at certain moments of the chant. I was able to capture a bit of it, which is what you hear here. I don’t have enough Chinese to make out the words they’re singing (which may well be in Sichuanese dialect anyway). One of the things I love about this recording is that at first it sounds like the boys are doing just a simple monotone chant…but as it continues a lovely melody emerges. And at least one of the group of boys seems to be a pretty good singer. I’ve cleaned up the recording just a bit, filtering it so as to bring out the voices and reduce the background noise.

 


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My son is designing a video game and he asked me if I would compose some “combat music” for the project. I’ve never created anything like that before and I thought it would be an interesting challenge. This is the piece that I threw together for him:

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I thought it was pretty decent, but he told me that it wasn’t quite what he was looking for (although he did say that he might be able to use it in a different part of the game). I told him that I was considering shopping it to “24.”

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A friend of mine who is learning to play jazz guitar recently asked me (as a jazz pianist) to help him make sense the art of improvisation. It’s a subject that I feel I understand quite deeply, but which I have never really tried to articulate in words. When he posed this question I was in the process of preparing a post for this space which, among other things, will examine some of the complexities of evaluating jazz composition and performance. As I considered his request, it occurred to me that a discussion of improvisation would be a nice way to get introduce the post which will follow.

The query came in two parts. First:

Suppose you — or another good jazz pianist — walked into a song they never heard before, just as the first solo began. Would this pianist be able to take a solo, knowing only what the first solo sounded like and the chord changes? Or would it be important to know the original melody?

And second:

If you or another good pianist sat in with a house band, and they struck up a tune you knew, but had never played, would your solo be

— entirely invented?

— comprised of riffs you have done many times before, but perhaps combined in innovative ways?

— mainly drawn from other solos of sequences you had practiced extensively?

I guess the heart of this question has to do with how much you are making up a new tune on the spot, and how much you are working with tools and building blocks that are familiar.

In order to address these questions, I need to start with a few general principles. A jazz compositions is usually written in the form of a “fake sheet” or a “lead sheet,” which is essentially an outline of the song containing the melody and the harmonic structure (the chord changes), as in this sample chart of Kern and Hammerstein’s “Why Do I Love You.”

In a typical jazz performance, the ensemble (or individual) would play the melody one or two times through, then individuals would take turns improvising solos over the chord changes, while the rhythm section (typically comprised of piano, bass and guitar) laid down the rhythm and harmony. So on one level, everything in a jazz performance except the melody is improvised…within (to a greater or lesser degree, depending on the style of the performers) the harmonic structure of the song. For instance, the specific voicings that a pianist uses to play a given chord when he’s “comping” behind a solo are infinitely variable. But while this accompaniment is “improvised,” it bears little relationship to an improvised solo. And this brings us to the heart of the question: what is it that a jazz musician is doing when he or she improvises a solo?

That question always takes me back to my memory of learning to improvise for the first time. It’s a uniquely complex experience. Performing an improvised solo is radically different than performing a traditional composition (i.e., one in which the notes that the musician plays are all written out). You might liken the experience of performing a piece of classical music (although the comparison is probably a bit unfair), to the task of a skilled orator delivering a pre-written speech. But with improvising, the music has to come from within you, in the present moment. It’s the equivalent of standing before an audience and reciting a poem which you are making up as you speak.

You’re not completely without guidance, of course. There’s the song’s harmonic structure which (again, to a greater or lesser degree) constrains the notes you choose to play. That’s why typically a person begins learning to improvise by simply noodling around on the notes that go with a particular chord. This is something that anyone with basic understanding of their instrument can do. In fact I have my nine-year old son do it sometimes during his piano practice. Using whatever scale he has been practicing, I’ll start playing some chords that go nicely with the notes of that scale. “Just use those notes,” I tell him. “Play them in any order or in any rhythm you want, skipping around, pausing, whatever you want to try. See what sounds good to you.”

After he gets over his initial hesitation, he usually discovers a riff or two that he likes. Then he starts playing those over and over again.

But it’s almost impossible to talk about this without listening to an example. So let’s take one of the easiest jazz forms to comprehend: a 12-bar blues progression. Even if you aren’t a musician and don’t know how to make sense of the harmonic structure of this progression (I – IV – I – V – IV – I), your ear will recognize the pattern, which forms the basis for countless familiar songs. Here, for purposes of illustration, is a classic recording of Duke Ellington’s C-Jam Blues.





The melody consists an extremely simple eight-note phrase which is repeated three times over the 12-bar progression. It’s played one time through by Duke on the piano, then once by the band, after which members of the orchestra take a series of solos over the song’s chord structure. (Actually you might notice that each solo begins with four bars of unaccompanied soloing, before the 12-bar structure of the song repeats). On the fifth solo (Barney Bigard on clarinet), the orchestra begins playing an accompaniment for the solo, which swells into a variation of the main melody for the final cycle through the changes.

The task while listening to this, for someone who’s trying to learn how to improvise, is to figure out what the soloists are doing as they improvise. And the most important thing here, I think, is that they are creating their solos based on the harmonic structure of the song. That’s one of the reasons I’ve chosen this particular piece. In general, the solos you hear here are in keeping with the style and the time. They’re “inside” the chord changes (i.e., they’re not atonal) and they tend toward a more melodic style. Nonetheless, these guys aren’t simply repeating their scales and arpeggios. There are a lot of “blue” notes – notes that aren’t exactly part of the harmonic structure at that moment but that sound wrong in a satisfying way (listen for instance to the note that Rex Stewart lands on and plays twice at 1:04-05). So the question remains: what are they actually doing? What’s the intention that drives the notes they choose to play?

There are several ways to conceptualizes this. One is to think of the soloists creating their own melody over the chord structure. Some musicians are particularly melodic improvisers – Keith Jarrett often plays that way on the piano. (See the three clips below for examples of each of the styles I will describe here.) On the other end of the spectrum is what I would call more “structural” improvising, in which, rather than creating something that sounds melodic, the performer is creating interesting musical patterns using the harmonic structure of the song. That’s the direction Charlie Parker moved in with the development of be-bop. You can often hear the shreds of melodic lines within his solos, but the overall impression those phrases leave (to my ear at least) is not especially melodic – he’s creating extended linear structures, often using little more than scales related to chords of the song (although he does it so fast that it’s hard to take it in). Taking it a step further, John Coltrane (especially in his later years) was extremely “structural” in how he improvised, but in a more abstract sort of way that could depart further and further from the song’s underlying harmonic structure.


So, to make sense of improvisation, you have to try to put yourself into the mind of the great improvisers. A way of listening that I have found that helps me to do this is to listen to a solo as if I were playing it myself. When there’s a pause in the solo, I ask myself what I would play next. Then I listen to what is actually played. I ask myself: what was the state of mind of the performer that led him in that direction rather than in mine?

This is to say that learning to improvise requires a bit of cognitive reverse-engineering. In fact, one of the things that helped me most when I was learning to improvise was analyzing the improvisation of musicians I admired. My high school jazz band teacher made transcribing solos a regular assignment. It’s a fascinating exercise which is not unlike what I experienced later in my professional life as a psychotherapist when I learned to analyze videotapes of parent-child interactions. You take an experience which is the essence of present moment spontaneity and pin it down in time and analyze it. It is always extraordinary to me to realize how much complexity is contained within a single moment of a jazz performance.

So, getting around to my friend’s first question: what would happen if I walked into a song just as the solos began? For me, that question depends largely upon whether or not there was a fake sheet that I could look at. If there were, then I’d be fine. The original melody would actually be completely irrelevant to me. All I’d need to know would be the key changes. But if I didn’t have a chart and the key changes were complex, I’d be in trouble. While I’m sure that other musicians wouldn’t have so much of a problem with this, I learned my lesson the hard way years ago when I tried to sit in at an open jam session in New York. My turn to play came and the group started in on some song that I didn’t know and couldn’t quickly pick up. After a few moments I was tapped on the shoulder and someone who knew the song stepped in.

That was harsh. But the important thing is that it’s a matter of knowing the chord changes. If I had known them, I would have been okay.

My friend’s second question goes to the deeper nature of improvisation itself, which is in many ways a function of the style and personality of the individual musician. When I was younger I spent hours and hours practicing scales and arpeggios so that my fingers would be able to fluidly play those patterns. What that meant was that even if I weren’t feeling particularly inspired, I could play a passable solo on most any song just using the patterns that I had trained my fingers to play.

Not that I was interested in doing this. Looking back, I can see that I was interested in jazz as a sort of means to an end. Although I didn’t always have the concept of “mindfulness” back then, I believe that playing music has always been essentially a form of mindfulness meditation for me. Usually when I play I am simultaneously performing and observed my own attentional state as I play. Because of this, over time I came to understand more deeply the distinction I outlined earlier, between what I call melodic and structural improvisation. There’s a fundamental difference of awareness and intention between the two.

It’s possible to create a solo based on the melodic pattern you hear in your mind…to use a sort of “melodic intention” as your guide. That’s what I hear for instance when I listen to Keith Jarrett improvise (although I have no idea whether he himself would describe it in these terms). On the other hand, It’s also possible to direct your creative intention in a more abstract and structural manner, to focus your mental state on the creation of sonic patterns within the harmonic structure of the song. That becomes more of a mathematical exercise, which can have a beauty all it’s own. And that’s what I hear in Coltrane’s playing.

There are undoubtedly other ways to conceptualize improvisation, but this is how my mind breaks it down. And what’s important here is that I’m talking not so much about musical technique but rather about a musician’s state of mind with regard to improvisation. The fact is, it’s very difficult to improvise without mindfulness. It’s an activity which forces your brain into a heightened state of awareness of the present moment. That’s why it’s so difficult to describe in words: it’s a subjective aesthetic experience. There’s no easy way to measure or quantify or even to describe such a thing.

I believe that this is why there is often an edge of emotional struggle in both the music and the lives of great jazz musicians. Because while this sort of mindfulness creates the potential for deep joy, it also requires a performer to open to the truth of whatever fears and anxiety and grief he or she may hold within them. When you make yourself fully mindful of yourself in the present moment, you don’t get to pick which aspects of your experience you get to be mindful of…it’s all there.

That said, I do think that certain jazz musicians manage to play it safe. I won’t name names. But to my mind, no matter how technically accomplished such performers are, listening to them is an aggravating experience. All I can hear is the missed opportunity. What I love about playing jazz is the sense of infinite possibility I experience every single time I start to play a solo. There is, every time, a vivid and heightened sensation of delight and terror…the awareness that I have the opportunity to create something utterly new. As a listener, therefore, I’m drawn to performers who exhibit novelty and complexity, to the quality of deep and authentic self-revelation in the moment of performance. I love the raw and powerful present-moment energy that band leaders like Charles Mingus and Miles Davis were able to draw from their musicians. I love the weird power of Sun Ra and Carla Bley. And lately I’ve been particularly mesmerized by pianist Vijay Iyer. His compositions and solos are so clearly structured, yet so densely complex that often I can barely figure out what he’s doing.



It’s utterly exhilarating to open yourself to something that is goes beyond your capacity for comprehension.

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Juana Molina: Sálvese quien pueda

(Here is the song as used in a random YouTube video…
I recommend listening to the song  first without watching the video)






“¡ah, las rosas! eran espinosas y perfumadas
ahora no te pinchan, pero tienen olor a nada”


Introduction

This is the first in a series of occasional posts on my very subjective list of perfect pieces of music.  Juana Molina is not terribly well-known in the United States. She’s an Argentinian composer and performer who works in a manner which is completely distinctive, using guitars, synthesizers and voice, which she runs through an idiosyncratic series of looping devices and other processors which allow her to create lush tapestries of sound. The experience of seeing her live is extraordinary. What you hear is orchestral. But what you see is this single, wiry, intensely-focused woman, playing guitar, turning knobs, tapping foot pedals. She’s like the Wizard of Oz without the curtain. It’s an intense cognitive challenge to make what you’re seeing match what you’re hearing.

About the song

The title of the song translates roughly to “Save yourself if you can,” and it has some of the connotations of the English expression “Every man for himself.” It’s the desperate cry that comes when the ship is about to sink, when disaster is imminent. The subject of the song is the human impulse to destroy, environmentally and also culturally. The lyrics begin (in my rough translation, which robs the language of much of its poetry) “There’s an idea that’s been spinning around my mind for some time…how is it that progress can be so violent?”

What makes this song perfect?

Start with the sound collage in the first 15 seconds, which begins with a hazy vocal choir, weaves in the rhythmic cooing of a dove and the faint sound of distant thunder, then introduces a rising synthesized tone along with a sharper bird’s song as it brightens into the opening lyric. It’s an auditory sunrise compressed into a few seconds. It operates almost subliminally but it pulls us powerfully into the urgent forward movement of the lyrics. They lyrics themselves are extraordinary, but the song works even if you don’t understand Spanish, not unlike Elis Regina’s Aguas de Marco (sure to be the subject of this series in the future), which works even if you don’t understand a word of Portuguese. Molina’s voice itself embodies the poetry of the lyrics. It’s a voice which perpetually catches me by surprise because it is so sweet and girl-ish that I think it should put me off…but she places that sweetness against the hard edges, even the occasional intentional ugliness within her songs. This contrast is heightened further by the melody itself, which is utterly disarming, a lilting children’s song.

Molina is not a slave to the qualities of her voice, rather she uses those qualities to encode the tension between the beauty of the song and the hard truths within it. That contrast is evident in the fabric of the arrangement of itself. The surface of song has a lovely simplicity. But listen carefully to the shifting textures of the sonic collage resting just beneath that simplicity: the continuing reverberations of the gauzy vocals from the introduction, the heartbeat-like percussive notes that enter and exit, the occasional indistinct rumblings. The song is delicately balanced between these raw, chaotic, unformed sounds and the surface beauty of the melody. And in the end you can’t help but feel that it’s the former which are more powerful. The song opens with these primordial sounds and, as Molina’s voice fades out at the end, they rise up again and take over.

What makes this song transcendent is the way it integrates these musical and sonic structures into the larger purpose of the piece. The lyrics themselves are stunning in their capacity to capture and hold the deeply ambivalent quality of our relationship with nature. This is most evident in the the lyric quoted at the top of this post, which in my rough translation reads:

“Oh, the roses, they were thorny and perfumed.
Now they don’t poke you, but they smell of nothing.”

 

But that doesn’t capture the power of that last phrase, which is difficult to render in English. It’s not just that roses lack scent, it’s that they have taken on the smell of nothingness. That gorgeous and startling phrase still stops me cold every time I listen to this song. As does the song’s final line, in which narrative gives way to a simple statement of present moment awareness:

Veo, oigo, huelo, toco, siento, pienso.


I see, I hear, I smell, I touch, I feel, I think.


This is what it all comes down to. The lyrics say it. But the song as a whole takes us there.

 

More Juana

Juana Molina initially made her name as a comic actor in the Argentinian comedy series “Juana y Sus Hermanas.” YouTube has many clips from that show, like this:






And if you’d like to know more about the ways in which she constructs her extraordinary songs, this is a wonderful interview:






Juana Molina’s website

Juana Molina discography


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I am a collector of sounds. I carry a digital recorder with me and when I hear interesting or beautiful or striking sounds I try to capture them. This is one of my favorites.


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The story




The street where I made the recording (the man doing his exercises is visible in the distance)

The street where I captured this sound (you can see the man doing his exercises while listening to the rad




Last Spring when I spent a week in China as one of the winners of China Radio International’sCharming Sichuan Knowledge Contest.”Along with nine other winners (from all over the globe) I spent a several days in Beijing, then flew to Chengdu for a whirlwind tour of Sichuan Province. On our first morning in Chengdu, I woke up early and slipped out of the hotel so that I could have a few minutes to wander the streets by myself. (During most of the trip was very tightly organized and moments in which I was free to simply explore were rare.) As I wandered the side streets of Chengdu, I heard a woman singing. I turned on my recorder and walked in the same direction. She was simply walking, singing (as you can hear) in a full voice through the early morning  streets. This is a “dirty” recording. Passing vehicles intrude on the song. At one point she slows down and I pass her, at which point her voice becomes quite loud on the recording. A little while after that I pass an old man on the sidewalk who is doing is morning exercises while listening to the radio. You can hear the broadcast as I pass. Eventually I stop and the woman continues along the narrow street.






Later that day I gave a short speech to the Sichuan Tourism Authority






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