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September 4, 2018
Posted by Seth Boustead

“What the colonizers desire and replicate is gritty New York without the grit. Punk and jazz and poetry without the enlivening shock of unpredictability,” Jeremiah Moss in Vanishing New York


It’s amazing what can happen when you walk into a bookstore.  A couple of months ago I had an appointment in Union Square in Manhattan and because the subway unexpectedly functioned not well but perfectly adequately, which is a minor miracle and frankly a bit of a surprise, I arrived twenty minutes early and decided to while away the extra minutes in the Strand bookstore.

I thought I’d see if I could pick up the new Jonathan Lethem or perhaps this satirical science fiction book from 1936, War With the Newts by Karel Capek that I had read about in the Review of Books the previous weekend, but the fiction section at the store was jammed with tourists so, somewhat ironically, I found myself in the New York section, which was empty, where a book called Vanishing New York immediately called to me.

I bought the book and started reading it on the trip back home.  The author is Jeremiah Moss and his book is a neighborhood by neighborhood chronicle of independently owned businesses: music venues, bars, restaurants, cafés and shops, that have been forced to close because of high rents and that have been replaced by chain stores. (more…)

August 6, 2018
Posted by Seth Boustead

Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold. And there are dreams all that your heart can hold” ― Maurice Jarre

I rarely ever play piano gigs anymore but I took on a ton this summer because, inspired by Paul Manafort, I’m saving up for a new python-skin jacket and so I was driving to one of these gigs or racing really as I only had an hour to get from downtown Chicago to Lakeview in rush hour traffic or not so much racing really as sitting immobile in traffic cursing everyone around me though mentally because I had my windows down and the last thing I needed was a confrontation and who knows who has a gun these days and I flashed back to my first gig in Chicago. (more…)

July 2, 2018
Posted by Seth Boustead

“Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.” ― Yoda


I’ve spent my entire life in the arts in one way or another, mostly by writing music and producing concerts but I also run an arts organization in which capacity I am frequently asked to justify our work as artists in terms of economic benefits like jobs created.  I tend to bristle at this kind of thinking because for one thing it’s obvious that the arts sector creates jobs.  I mean what sector doesn’t?

Literally everything we humans do creates jobs. From watching television, to drinking beer, to shooting off guns in the woods, to shooting guns at your television while drinking beer in the woods, (just to name a few of my favorites,)  there simply isn’t a human activity that doesn’t create jobs.  And yet artists are asked to justify our existence based on how many jobs we create?  It’s a stupid and insulting thing to ask us to do and it’s misses the entire point.  To reduce art and the people who make it to jobs created is so woefully off base that I don’t even know where to begin. (more…)

May 5, 2018
Posted by Seth Boustead

I’ve finally gotten around to reading some of Richard Hell’s essays and I have to say that he’s a hell of a writer, ha.  Sorry, I couldn’t help it but I promise not to make it worse by asking you to excuse the pun because, well, it’s not a pun.

Anyway, one of the interesting things about Richard Hell is that he started out as a poet but started the Voidoids because as he says, “it sounds obnoxious but I wanted to influence the culture and there’s maybe two poets per generation who get to do that.”

This is interesting to me because my contention lo these many years has been the opposite, that we can change the culture over time so that it is more conducive to the creation and appreciation of things like poetry and, oh I don’t know, let’s say contemporary classical music. (more…)

April 4, 2018
Posted by Seth Boustead

Spring is the time for snow, rain, miserable cold and a complete lack of sun, or so it seems this year. It’s also the time for renewal in every culture of the world, some kind of cynical hope that things are actually getting better despite the fact that there’s snow in April which just shouldn’t happen.

Speaking of hope, in Greek mythology humans were created by the Titans, those forebears of Zeus and the gang who are still mainly archetypal but are just starting to exhibit anthropomorphic characteristics like, well, stupidity.  I’m thinking especially of Epimetheus, the Titan charged with handing out positive traits to animals and humans alike.

His name means afterthought and he’s portrayed as a sort of Harpo Marx-esque bumbler who can’t do anything right, isn’t funny and can’t even play the harp.  Just the person, or immortal, to entrust with such a task!   So of course he screws it up.  He goes around handing out positive traits to the animals, you know, things like having a warm pelt, the ability to chew a cud and I don’t know, lightfootedness or something. (more…)

March 4, 2018
Posted by Seth Boustead

I’m sitting at the international terminal at JFK whiling away the time with a newspaper and, so far at least, all of the articles that aren’t about Trump are about the Oscars, which is sort of like our national divide in miniature isn’t it?

I’m at the international terminal because I like to come here to watch people happily reunite to remind me that love actually exists. No, that’s a movie, plus I’m in the departures terminal and though I’m sure the people around me love someone, they’re mercifully not showing it at the moment though many of them are watching videos on their phones with the sound on and no earbuds.

Which is just rude.  How can you find love if you don’t even respect the people around you?  I mean do you really think I want to hear Love Actually? And why are you watching a Christmas movie in March?  Oh wait, it’s not Love Actually, it’s that other one with Hugh Grant where he owns a bookstore and meets that famous film star Julia Roberts. Notting Hill, that’s it. (more…)

February 2, 2018
Posted by Seth Boustead

bannonI spent a recent weekend afternoon, yesterday afternoon if you must know, on the couch watching basketball with the sound off while listening to the audio book version of Fire and Fury.  I was watching the Houston Rockets light up the San Antonio Spurs while the narrator, a marvelously deadpan Holter Graham, shared the inner workings of what appears to be the most dysfunctional White House administration in modern history.

It was about midway through the second quarter, I remember because James Harden had just finally missed his first shot of the game, when I heard that one of Steve Bannon’s many pre-Breitbart jobs was running Biosphere 2, an experiment to see if humans could live in a completely closed system for two years as a prelude to colonizing other planets once we’ve finished making the one we currently live on uninhabitable. (more…)

January 6, 2018
Posted by Seth Boustead


Originally published in Newcity Magazine 1/6/2018

It’s a funny thing about classical music that the folks who write the music are very often not the ones who play it. We composers rely heavily on learning to notate our musical ideas accurately so that music ensembles can bring them to life even if we can’t be in the room to answer questions, are not available to Skype or, in the case of many composers, have been dead for centuries.

But as amazing as the concept of notating sound is—and it is amazing—notated music still has its downsides. Notes on a page have an inherently sterile quality. Nothing feels stranger as a composer than playing a hot lick on the piano and then translating that musical energy into dispassionate black dots on a white page. You try to convey your idea by writing score directions above the notes like “with energy,” “bouncy” or “this is a hot lick, dammit!” but it’s not the same as just playing it would be.

Notation is inherently a nonmusical way to express yourself musically. Writing music down uses a different part of your brain than creating music, and notation functions by its very nature as a barrier between the composer and musician, or even as a barrier between the composer and his or her own ideas.

Notated music also serves as a crutch, enabling the musicians to play the piece hundreds of times without ever memorizing it, which has created the enduring image of a classical music concert in which the musicians spend the whole time staring into their music stands. Lastly, notation has resulted in a focus on perfection. Musicians spend years interpreting the black dots on the page trying to find exactly what the composer wanted so they can play it unerringly night after night in concert, which is nice and all, but as you can imagine, doesn’t make for a stirring performance aesthetic.

Composer Erik Satie had fun with overzealous score interpretation. He delighted in writing things in his scores like “wonder about yourself,” “open your mind” and my personal favorite, “like a nightingale with a toothache.” It took a dozen or so academic treatises on how to play the piano like a nightingale with a toothache before people finally realized he was messing with them.

In the past, most classical music ensembles spent so much time interpreting music notation that they didn’t think about performance aesthetics. They took to the stage dressed in drab colors, said nothing to the audience, sat down, played for a while ,and then at some point stood up, took a bow and went home. They believed that they were only responsible for the notes on the page, that their job was to interpret the black dots as best they could and to dedicate themselves to a perfect performance.

But the times are changing. For many new ensembles, interpreting the score at a very high level is only one aspect of the performance, to be combined with an exciting stage presence. Possibly the ensemble most dedicated to bringing a groundbreaking new performance style to classical music is contemporary music chamber group Eighth Blackbird.

I first heard Eighth Blackbird many years ago while driving home from a gig and listening to WFMT’s Monday night live in-studio program. I heard this incredible performance of a piece by avant-garde composer George Crumb. When the announcer said that the ensemble had played the piece by memory I was flabbergasted. Playing by memory is common in a solo recital, but it’s very rare for chamber groups to do it, and with a complex contemporary music piece—well, it felt nothing less than miraculous.

Memorizing the music allowed Eighth Blackbird to sort of pretend that it was never notated in the first place, that it arose spontaneously from the group at the time of performance. It allowed them to inject more of themselves into the pieces they played and, most importantly, it freed them from the tyranny of the music stand. In concert, Eighth Blackbird is fun, playful, intense and deeply engaging. Freed from their stands, they prowl restlessly around the stage in tightly choreographed movements that accentuate the music.

The group has recorded numerous albums, three of which won Grammys; they had a high-profile, year-long residence at the MCA in 2016; they’ve collaborated with rock stars like Glenn Kotche and Bryce Dessner; and they’ve been more or less continually on tour for the last twenty years, in which time they’ve honed their stage presence to perfection. Last year they started a new initiative, Blackbird Creative Lab, to share what they’ve learned with other classical musicians in the hopes of radically and forever altering what a classical music performance looks like.

“Blackbird Creative Lab is the culmination and dissemination of the lessons we’ve learned after two decades as a touring new music ensemble and as an organization,” says Nicholas Photinos, Eighth Blackbird’s founding cellist. “Through this intensive two-week, tuition-free program for pre-professional instrumentalists and composers, we hope to inspire a new generation of musicians not only through side-by-side performances, but by working with choreographers, lighting engineers, and sound engineers, giving them the personal and organizational tools to succeed.”

Blackbird Creative Lab is truly ambitious. Not only do they work with budding young performers, but they have a place for emerging composers. Creative Lab results in new pieces, interesting new ideas for dynamic audience-centered performances and an ongoing conversation about how to rebrand classical music.

As a composer, this is exciting stuff for me. Of course we want the ensembles who play our music to be diligent in their interpretation of our music, but a group that can transcend the limits of notation to make the music their own and convey it to an audience in a consistently exciting way is a really powerful thing. And if it becomes a movement that transforms classical music? That would be an incredible thing.

Eighth Blackbird will present a Blackbird Creative Lab Reunion Concert at Constellation, 3111 North Western, January 21-22, featuring alumni from the inaugural workshops this year. More information can be found at the Lab’s website.

January 3, 2018
Posted by Seth Boustead

As the snow tumbles down none too gently outside my window and the wind howls and the air is full of the sound of cars over-revving their engines, trying desperately to get unstuck like Billy Pilgrim, I am happy to be safe, warm and in a comfortable room with a piano.  Though I do wish the landlord would shovel the walk soon because I’m thinking of going out for a slice.

I mean I could do it myself but I’m a renter here and it’s not really my job. Plus I’m not totally sure where the shovel is and, anyway, I’m not sure I want that slice anymore.  What I’d really like to do is become unstuck in time and listen to music the way I used to.  At one time I actually had a stereo with actual speakers and it sounded great.

I would play Mahler and Shostakovich and Camper Van Beethoven at full volume and sit in the middle of the room and let it wash over me.  I could probably do that here.  I’m just a lowly renter after all, no one expects much of me.  But I don’t have the actual gear. I don’t have a stereo anymore. Or a record player.  I have a Sonos box and I have a computer with headphones. (more…)

December 2, 2017
Posted by Seth Boustead

Every year our building management pays for an exterminator to come out and every year I think I’m going to remember to opt out and I forget and so this morning as I lounged around in my pajamas I was awakened by two gentlemen from a company called, and you can’t make this up, Absolute Death.  I was literally awakened this morning by death.

I was hoping they would act kind of like Mr. Wint and Mr. Kidd from the Bond movie Diamonds are Forever, but they didn’t.  They just acted like exterminators.

f1880fb0-eb62-4713-83bf-fdfc56d16a77Remember these guys?   They were the well-mannered, almost Victorian, gentlemen who were also vicious killers but who, like every Bond villain, had to express their murderous desires in elaborate, easily-foiled plots instead of something simple like a glue trap.

Why has no one ever thought to ensnare Bond in a giant glue trap? That would be hilarious.  You could trick him into using a men’s room with a floor made of glue. It’s so simple!
At any rate Mr. Wint and Mr. Kidd are archetypes of the old evil duo trope.  They show up as Croup and Vandemar in Neil Gaiman, as Big Boy and Junior in Haruki Murakami, the Duke and the King in Mark Twain and too many more to list. (more…)


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