Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Do You Believe in Music?

Members of the Washington High School Orchestra join Matuto on stage at the 2013 Landfall Festival of World Music, CSPS Hall, Cedar Rapids, IA.



I started my formal music education in the fifth grade, when I signed up to learn cornet through the music program at my elementary school. It was free, and my parents didn't mind spending the $60 they spent on a used cornet. Mr Shaffer, the teacher, came to the school once a week to teach the various instruments. An hour each was devoted to woodwinds, brass and percussion. After the first semester of learning the basic instruments, we all met together in a real, honest to goodness band.

OK, I'm not so sure about the “good”, but we enjoyed it. Strains of out of tune “Go Tell Aunt Rodie” still waft through my mind from time to time.

In addition, my fifth grade teacher taught the entire class to play the recorder. So, I was hooked on music from then on. I begged my parents for a guitar as well and started taking lessons from the older brother of my friend who lived across the street. By 11 I was a multi-instrumentalist!

I continued in band throughout high school, eventually joining the Symphonic Chorale as well. In my junior year, I was so inspired by our band director, Claiborne T Richardson II, that I changed my goal of majoring in Anthropology/Archeology to Music Education. An outstanding teacher can have that effect on a student, leading some to want to follow in his footsteps. Dr. Richardson was that sort of teacher. His passion for music was obvious in the care he took to not just get us to play music well enough to perform, but to explore music: it's very nature, history and impact on society. The closest friends I had in high school were my band mates. Yes, I was a band geek and do have interesting stories to tell about band camp (none of them sexual though).

Circumstances drew me away from completing my degree and becoming a music teacher, but I have continued my involvement in music in various ways all my life. Perhaps, in some ways, it's good that I didn't go into the field of Music Education.

Why do I say that? I'll start that answer with a question: have you ever seen the movie “Mr. Hollands Opus”? If you haven't the synopsis involves a budding composer who takes a job as a high school band director to pay his bills. His intention is to only work the job until his symphony is finished and published. However, he soon finds himself becoming as passionate about teaching and his students as he is about music itself. Various events result in what was meant to be only for a year or two becoming a lifelong career. The movie follows his life as he touches the lives of thousands of young people who come under his tutelage over the course of several decades.

Meanwhile, between his work and dealing with family issues (his son is born deaf, imagine being a musician with that to deal with.) he has less and less time to work on his symphony. He laments of ever completing it and at least hearing it performed, and more or less resigns himself to being remembers not as a great composer of the modern age, but as a humble high school band director.

Then budget cuts force the school to eliminate the band program altogether. Mr. Opus is put out to pasture with a modest pension and a “thanks for your years of service, but we can't afford to keep music education in our schools anymore” hard line response from the school board.
Therein lies the problem, and the main point of this essay:

We can't afford to not teach music, and the other arts, to our young people.

Study after study, as well as a simple examination of our society, demonstrate how enriching music is to our lives, as well as how much an education in music, especially learning to play an instrument, enriches the life of those who do learn to play, or are trained to sing (or dance or paint or write poetry for that matter). Fortunately there are still many schools which support music and the arts. Interestingly enough,these schools often report higher overall grades and fewer discipline and attendance problems than schools which have severely cut back or eliminated education in the arts.

Despite evidence that music and arts education programs in public schools can offer benefits to the greatest number of students, when it comes to budget decisions, sports almost always wins out.

Why is that?

Part of the answer is because our school system embraces a male-dominated world view. It is all about competitiveness and winning, being better than the next guy, being “manly” and aggressive and goal oriented. Sports embodies these qualities, when testosterone influenced views of success make people think that a football team winning a trophy is more important than the band winning a trophy. Most “jocks” think band, orchestra and chorus people are wimps, nerds, etc. We are, for the most part. We are also far more creative and capable of independent thinking and cooperation than most jocks.

Therein lies the problem: music and arts education encourages independent, critical thinking together with cooperation rather than competitiveness. (I don't want to go into music programs which only strive to have the students win competitions. As far as I'm concerned, music teachers who focus their efforts on winning trophies are hacks.) Yet we have an educational system designed to get students to fit into the status quo, follow the rules, toe the line and be as competitive with “the other guys” (and with each other) as possible while conforming to expectations regarding acceptable behavior and life goals. I'm not saying there is a conscious conspiracy against education in the arts. It's just that given the mindset of many people, music, drama, dance, and the other arts are not what we want our children to learn and consider as a way of earning a living. It's a nice children's activity, but except for those parents who push their kids to win competitions in music, dance etc. most parents assume it's all something just to keep their kids occupied and out of the house. The parents that actively encourage a child who wants to become a professional musician, actor, writer, dancer, photographer or artist of any sort are rare gems.

Which is really strange, considering the huge amount of money we spend on music, movies and TV, things to read, and things to hang on our walls or decorate our homes or even wear. We idolize musicians and actors, and to a lesser extent great dancers. Successful authors can become millionaires and the occasional billionaire. Photographers and artists can produce images that become icons. We follow the lives of our creative people as closely as if they are our own family. Most of us cannot imagine a life without music, drama, books and art.

Yet we, as a society and within our educational system, are reluctant to teach our children the very thing we value so much. Perhaps it's the thinking that it's so hard to become a major success in the arts (by that reach the point the average non-arts person assumes is success, which is big paychecks and an article in People magazine). Why bother teaching and encouraging young people to learn something that they may never earn a decent living doing? That was my father's attitude: I really wanted to play professionally more than teach, but my father said I would “never earn a living tooting a horn”. He would only pay tuition for music school if I majored in Music Education, because he viewed teaching as a respectable profession.

This dichotomy, in which we value music and the arts so much, yet do so little to nurture and support them in our children, is especially frustrating for those who are involved in music, drama, dance, photography, writing and other arts. Nowadays, in certain locales, young people wishing to learn the arts have to go it practically alone, or depend on private instruction or the local dance academy. How many potential masters of music, drama, poetry, art, dance et al are going unnoticed and un-nurtured because school systems would rather spend money on new team uniforms or a bigger paycheck for the football coach than on educating children in the arts.

There is great hope in the fact that even when school boards cut funding, many parents rally together to form booster clubs and other groups to raise funds to continue to support education in the arts. There are professionals who offer time and resources to teach others. There are communities which recognize the value of the arts, with city leaders who make sure that funds become available to support music, drama, dance and other events. We need to do all we can to support these various endeavors, because our society needs as a many musicians, actors, dancers, writers, poets, artists etc. as we can get. Our creative people offer something to the world that goes beyond the music, drama, dance, prose and poetry and art that enriches our lives.

They offer hope in the form of showing us the road less traveled. They are the beacons of independent and critical thinking that question the status quo and invite us to think outside the box. They are the spice in what would otherwise be a very mundane existence. They embody the fearlessness we claim we admire. They understand what it means that a person's reach should always exceed his or her grasp.

The ending to “Mr. Holland's Opus” tells the real tale of it all. Many of his former students, including a state governor, successful business people, teachers, lawyers and others-all of whom cite Mr. Holland as the inspiration for reaching for the goals they have achieved-get together and perform his symphony with him conducting. That ending, as bittersweet as it is, is also a celebration of the fact music changed the lives of these people for the better, as does education in any of the arts. Therein lies the real meaning of Mr. Holland's Opus: the lives of thousands of people enriched by his instruction.



That alone is reason to support arts education for our children as much as we can.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Color Blind?


Whenever a majority culture person says "I don't see other people's color or ethnicity. I just see them as people"

I cringe. 

Why is that, you may ask? 

Because many of us embrace the culture inherent within our ethnic group. Many have experienced bias based on their skin color or appearance. In both positive and negative ways, our skin color or cultural ethnicity is part of our individual identities. 

I take pride in both my Mohawk and Lebanese heritage and culture. I work as best I can both to preserve my Mohawk heritage and to be an advocate for the Mohawk people. Dismissing that from the equation of a relationship with me is dismissing a fundamental part of my individuality. The same goes with any person of color or member of a specific ethnic or cultural group.

It's more than recognizing the individual though. Often, when people say they don't recognize the color or ethnicity of others, they are unwittingly saying that as long as the person acts in a way that conforms to majority, "white" society, they are comfortable with them. Conform to a set of behaviors that align with majority culture expectations and you are accepted ("white by adoption"?). Express distinctly cultural/ethnic behaviors and you create discomfort which some try to deal with by pretending those distinctives don't matter. Or worse, declare that they are some sort of "reverse discrimination" on the part of the minority individual.

The same person then crosses the street to avoid a group of "thug looking" black men standing on a corner. 

The same person then tells Native Americans who express our experiences and issues to "let go of the past" and "get over it".

The same person then gets nervous if a LGBT coworker gets too close or compliments his wardrobe.

The same person then declares a strong woman to be a bitch or an effeminate man to be gay.

The same person then complains of reverse discrimination if a minority talks about the reality of "white privilege".

This isn't always the case of course. Many people say they don't see others according to race or ethnicity as a valid statement of their genuine sense of equality. Still, for the sake of relationship it might be good to not throw out the baby of celebrating someone's culture with the bathwater of avoiding prejudice. The key is to listen,watch and, believe it or not ask questions. Yes, if the relationship is growing, it's ok to ask a person about details of their ethnic culture and how they, as an individual, embrace and celebrate it. If someone were to ask me about my perspective as a Mohawk I would gladly share it, without attempting to turn it into a contest as to whose culture or ethnicity is best.

Try it. Try listening and learning about, and from, minority friends and coworkers. You may find that seeing their ethnicity and color in a positive way is better than not seeing it at all


Saturday, January 4, 2014

The Mosquito Baron





One day the king called his Royal Fool, the Court Jester, before the throne to discuss some important business. With a mixture of apprehension and anticipation, the Fool put on his best Fool Clothes and entered the throne room at the appointed time. Meekly, and with uncertainty, he approached the king. With bowed head he glanced from side to side at the knights and nobles assembled on either side of the room. They watched with prideful disdain as the Fool approached the king.

The Fool bowed low with a flourish, “Your Majesty, I am here for you to command.”

The king nodded.

 “Of course you are” he said matter-of-factly. 

His Majesty paused, then took a grape from a bowl of fruit and popped it into his mouth. His eyes narrowed as he looked the Fool up and down, appraising his worth as he would a suit of clothes offered by the royal tailor . After what seemed a lifetime to the Fool, the king softened his expression and smiled warmly.

My dear Fool. I have called you to this special meeting because of some very important business. There is a terrible plague upon our fair city. The mosquitoes which come out at night are driving everyone to distraction. Something must be done. I need someone of special talents to deal with the problem. You.” 

With the last word the king leaned forward and raised an eyebrow as he looked directly into the Fool's wide eyes. Until that moment, the king had never once looked the Fool in the eye, considering him to be beneath such royal favor.

The Fool placed his hand on his chest and took a step back. He stammered, “M-me? Why, your Majesty, what special talents do I have? You have great knights, of surpassingt martial prowess. You have learned mages and alchemists who have knowledge and arcane skills I can only guess at. What could I offer to solve this problem that they can't?”

The king sat back on his throne, tilting his head back and staring down his nose at the Fool for a moment.

“I certainly hope you are merely being humble, rather than questioning my judgment,” the king said quietly. 

The Fool gulped and shook his head, “Sire, I would never question your wisdom in anything. If you say I am the man for the job, then I must be. Your wish is my command. I was just curious as to what skills I have that these fair and accomplished knights and nobles don't.”

The king nodded, and smiled slightly. “Dear Fool, mosquitoes are curious things. They flit about, scarcely noted except for the annoying drone of their wings. Only when they alight and bite their victims does one even have a chance to strike one dead. Thus it is too late. I want the bugs eliminated before they bite. My knights? Well, they are warriors and though they might try swinging about with their swords or axes, it's obvious that such methods are not adequate for slaying mosquitoes. As for my mages and alchemists..." the king sighed, "they have suggested various methods, but none of their suggestions have been satisfactory. We need 'fresh thinking', a new point of view, in order to solve this dilemma.”

Of course," the king continued, glancing around at his assembled court, “completing this task is not without rewards. Should you rid the city of mosquitoes, I will name you a baron and reward you accordingly. Perhaps the hand of one of my daughters...” With that the king smiled and tilted his head, again glancing about at knights and council, who smiled in return.

The Fool excitedly bowed low. He had longed to be more than the Court Jester, to prove himself worthy of a title and rewards as others in the room have done.

“Your wish is my command sire. I shall rid the city of the dread bloodsuckers this very night. I swear it shall be done.!” 

With that he continued bowing as he backed out of the throne room, clutching his Fool's hat to his chest and glancing about at the assembled nobles as they voiced their encouragement.

At first the fool had no idea how to accomplish his quest. What could he do that a knight or mage couldn't. Then he thought about his talents, and understood. No one in the kings court was better at prancing about, leaping, dancing, and acrobatics. To catch a mosquito, you had to be as nimble and elusive as a mosquito. But he was only one man, and couldn't do it alone. So he thought some more, and came up with an idea. He sent word out for all the acrobats and dancers, all the nimblest people in the city, to come to the market square at sunset.

At the appointed time, the Fool saw that dozens of people he knew as the best dancers, acrobats-even jugglers-had assembled. He stood on the edge of the fountain in the square to address the assembly. “My colleagues, the king has given me...I mean US a very important assignment, for which we are uniquely suited. We must rid the city of mosquitoes this night. The knights, mages and alchemists have all failed at this task, but of course we will succeed, for we have skills they do not. In return, we will be rewarded handsomely. Our own fiefdom in which we will have special titles and rights. What say you?”

The crowd of performers looked about at each other, and with one voice cried “Aye, let's rid the city of the bloodsucking bugs!” and with that they began to run about, leaping and jumping up, grabbing at every mosquitoes they could see. Slapping about with anything they could find that might kill a bug-spoons, ladles, even their hats and shoes.

The citizens of the city thought it was all some sort of special show, and lined the streets or leaned out their windows to watch as scores of performers leaped about swinging and batting at any mosquitoes they saw. The show continued through the night, into the wee hours until at last, the exhausted troop of mosquito hunters realized there were no more mosquitoes to be found. They looked at each other in surprise as they realized they had done something that knights and noblemen had not been able to do. As dawn approached, they again gathered in the square, exhausted but happy.

The Fool again stood upon the fountain, “My friends, my most illustrious comrades. We have done it! We have accomplished our task, achieved a great victory. Where might of arms, or sorcery, or sage wisdom have failed, we have succeeded. Surely we will be recognized for our success accordingly by the king. I shall go see him after sunrise.”

With that the assembled performers all raised a cheer, “Hip hip HOORAY for the Royal Fool!”.

As the Fool walked through the crowd back toward the castle, there was much congratulations and clapping him on his back. He had never known such popularity and respect. There was much talk among these common folk that now, with their accomplishment: would they receive greater respect from the king and his nobles? Perhaps even a reward such as a special holiday. Their own fiefdom! They could scarcely imagine such a thing, Many asked the Fool if this were the case. He nodded and assured them that once he was given his title, he would make sure all those who had worked together on the task would be rewarded accordingly.

Later that morning, after the Fool had refreshed himself, he approached the king in his audience chamber. Only this time, instead of the meek, unsure Fool of yesterday, he approached with confidence, his shoulders thrown back and his head held high. He strode boldly forward and then stopped, bowed low then stood at attention before the king. “Sire, I have completed the appointed task. There are no more mosquitoes to be found in the city.”

With that the king and his knights and nobles applauded politely, along with exchanging words of appreciation and commenting on how much better life in the city would be thanks to the efforts of the Fool.

After a few moments, the king motioned for everyone to be silent. He again gave the Fool an appraising examination, then nodded. “I knew you would not fail in this task. It certainly wasn't something I would assign to a knight or nobleman. They are above such mundane labors. No one else would be so undignified as you and your comrades, leaping about all night, flailing and swatting at bugs like a mob of lunatics. It not only eliminated all the mosquitoes, but was also quite entertaining for the rest of the citizens.” With that the king laughed, along with his court.

The Fool blushed bright red as he understood the import of the king's words. He bowed his head, hoping that neither the king nor his nobles could see the tears welling up in his eyes. He clenched his fists so tight his knuckles turned white, then finally blurted out, “SIRE!" What of my reward?”

With that outburst, the laughter in the court ceased, replaced by shocked as everyone awaited the king's response to such impertinence The king frowned at the Fool for a moment, but then put a strained smile on his face. He had promised a title, of course, and “perhaps” the hand of one of his daughters. It would not do to fail to fulfill his royal word.

Of course. Even though you are a fool, and hardly of true noble worth, I will do as I have promised. I hereby declare you to be Baron of Mosquitoes, with all mosquitoes in the entire kingdom directly under your control. Henceforth you are in charge of ensuring that all mosquitoes in the kingdom comply with royal decree to never bite another human citizen again! Go forth, Mosquito Baron. Gather your army and enforce my edict.” With that the king chuckled and looked around at his knights and nobles, who burst out laughing.

The Fool understood now, exactly what the king and his court thought of him. He understood how he'd been used. He thought of one last thing that might help him retain some of his dignity. “Sire, “he said in a low, but firm voice, “what of the hand of one of your daughters. You said..”

The king interrupted him, “I said perhaps, the hand of one of my daughters. I asked each of them if they would want you as a husband. All refused. They watched as you made such a fool of yourself all night long, chasing mosquitoes, and each told me they couldn't possibly marry a Fool who would do something like that. So you will just have to make due with the reward I have given you. I could have commanded you to do it without reward anyway, couldn't I? But I am benevolent, and have given you a reward commensurate with your talents and worthI? So don't be an ingrate, little Fool, and go about your assigned tasks, according to your new title, for I will be watching you.”

With that the king dismissed the poor Fool, the Mosquito Baron, with a wave of his hand.
The Fool bowed his head and turned to leave. One question filled his thoughts: how big a fool should he be, to do as the king has laid on him in hopes of someday getting a true reward, or realize that in the eyes of the king, once a Fool, always a Fool.


Footnote: I saw this story in my mind a couple of years ago after thinking about how corporate America works. It's all about people in power enticing others to do things for them, with promises of letting them into their own elite club of "movers and shakers". The "carrot on the stick" almost never lives up to expectation, and the only people who really profit are those at the top who dangle the carrot. I've seen it all my life: "can do" types who base all their decisions at work on whether it will impress a higher up, not whether it's the right thing to do.

After a ludicrous presidential election campaign in which much effort was put into dividing our country and getting citizens to contend with each other over everything from the economy to marriage rights to reality TV stars, I realized this allegorical tale applies equally well to politics. Whether employees, consumers or voters, the reality of modern life is there are people in power using our desire to succeed to further their own goals, without regard to the morality or ethics behind it all. We are all being played for fools by many of our elected officials, and too many of us fall for it.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

A Photographic Review of 2013. Well, one aspect of the year, anyway.

2013 was a year in which many things changed in my life. One of the best new opportunities was becoming house photographer for Legionarts, a non-profit organization promoting the arts in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. I photographed a lot of performances at CSPS Hall during the past year. As is customary, I've selected a few of my favorites to post here as a "year in review" effort.

I started with the idea of the usual Top 10 list. What sort of Top 10? Shows with the largest audience?  Photos that are the "best" (meaning would they do well in a photo contest)? How about Top 10 Favorites? Favorite shows or Favorite photos?  Do I choose my personal favorites, track hits on my online gallery, or have others vote on them?

In the end I decided to go with my personal favorites. These are the ones which, when I look at them, remind me of what I felt during the performance. While being a performance photographer is a lot of fun, there are times I'm concentrating so much on the photography I miss the show itself. Looking back on these photos helps me remember the experience as more than just a photo gig.

I also couldn't settle on only 10. I thought about going with a Top 25, but that would be a lot of photos for posting on a blog like this. Also, people will easily look through 10 photos, but 25 seems to be a bit beyond many online attention spans. In the end, I chose 15 photos.

Whittling down over 2200 photos of nearly 100 performances isn't an easy task. About half a dozen of them I already knew would be in the list. Others I had in mind didn't make the cut after I really took a look at them again. This is because of two things: First, as I looked at some after the jaws of time had gnawed at my memory, they were not quite the photos I recollected them being. This same phenomenon contributed to finding photos I had not given much thought to months ago grabbed my attention as I reviewed them for this list.

That's how our minds work, our memories can be different from the real event. We remember what is either the easiest or the hardest part of the event for us to deal with. Or we remember in concert with something else related to what we saw and experienced. The tragic beauty of photography is that the image never changes: it's pretty objective compared to human memory. The results can be shocking as we compare our memories to photos.

That's human nature, and it's a frighteningly glorious thing. Memory is fluid, dynamic, fragile, and often deceptive. They are meant to fade to some degree, perhaps to spare us the burden of remembering too much that was painful, or regretting too much the passing of what was good.

So here are my Top 15 Favorite Performance Photos of 2013...for now. I would probably choose a few different ones were I to do this next week.

Mike Mangion of Mike Mangione and the Union

Baby Dee

Dom Flemons

Helanius Wilkins

The Kinsey Sicks

Jordan Tolentino of Maoli

Mazz Swift of Matuto

Morgan Thorson Dance Troupe

Palissimo

Paula Cole

Rory Block

Spencer Day

SPT Theater

The Bassist

Billy Tuggle