lacking ‘promotional strategies’

 

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“art is nice but the question is how are you
making money are you for sale”

from Welcome to the Jungle – Morgan Parker 

I’m working my way through Morgan Parker’s There are More Beautiful Things Than Beyoncé. This morning I read this poem and was struck by the couplet above. I have spent my life as someone who doesn’t sell well. I am deluded enough to think that I make good music and even occasionally (rarely in a life time of attempts) good poems or prose. But it’s always been just enough off kilter to not fit nicely into the markets where I have submitted them. My problem is that my heart I was never into selling myself. So first I compromised with playing top 40 in bars when I needed a gig in between wives. Then I sneaked back into church and did music there for money.

I think I knew I wasn’t great at church music at first when I took my little Episcopalian job in Oscoda, MI in the 70s.

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There was an elderly Welch lady there who kept bugging me to get lessons. Mrs. Swetka (sp?) would probably be gratified with my pursuit of actually learning my craft.

In the last year I have experienced a bit of a flowering of ability under the tutelage of the new Pasi organ at work. But I still see that I  am out of step in the same way that I was never successful commercially with my compositions, my poetry, and even my occasional prose piece (I recently submitted what I thought was a pretty well written article about our new organ to the local paper. They didn’t even respond with a rejection.)

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Speaking of being out of step, my morning Anne Stevenson poem is one that reviewers tend to quote from her Stone Milk. I can’t find it online to link but here are some lines from it. It begins:

“‘I-pod’ is a hideous word,
while mobile phone, although euphonious
Chirps from its ambulant next like a digital bird…”

It is a bit of a rant from one old person to another, dedicated as “‘a fully interactive poetry experience’ for John Lucas at 70.”  (Stevenson is 85.)

‘To be honest’ and speak my mind,
Dear John, my guess is that ‘at this point in time’
English is leaving you and me behind.
Do you know how t teach a sound to bite?
Do I go surfing through a net all night?
Lacking ‘promotional strategies,’ I’m afraid
We’ll hardly make the canon’s hit parade.

Still, appearing ‘live’ at seventy has
a tingling, clear, unsponsored compensation.
Like fugue motifs in Bach, like flowering jazz,
Those plummet lines of language, free of fashion,
Reach to your deepest layer and won’t let go.
There, ever minute tells you lightly, gently,
The still sad music of humanity
Is all we know, and all we need to know.

from “Listen to the Words” in Stone Milk by Anne Stevenson

By now, you can probably see why I like Stevenson. I couldn’t stop typing out her poem once I had started. Stevenson is the daughter of a U of M prof who began life as a musician who  went deaf and ended up living most of her life in England.

My problem may be that I can still hear well enough to keep my church gig and don’t need to quit music in public yet. And I do still enjoy what I do.

Today I began my day with Haydn and my new book about his compositional logic by my former prof Ethan Haimo. I am deep into chapter two about Symphony 1 and Haimo’s insights and reference to the scholarly literature on his subject are as salient and fascinating as I remember them!

a taj mahal mood

 

I have begun my last two mornings listening to Taj Mahal. His music has been part of my life’s soundtrack. I love it that he keeps making records. The above song was recorded last year. It was written in 2006 by John Mayer but I like the Taj Mahal cover better.

This lyric jumped out at me this morning: “When they own the information, they can bend it the way they want.” Here’s another great rendition of a tune I like by Taj Mahal. It was recorded last year.

 

I am feeling drained today. Yesterday was a very full day. I enjoyed chatting with my boss. Also, my friend Rhonda met with me and we played organ and piano duets. Thank you, Rhonda! I hope I especially enjoyed doing Mozart and Haydn on the piano!

My Haydn book came in the mail today. Written by the professor I studied this subject with in grad school, Ethan Haimo, it looks just like what the doctor ordered for my current Haydn jones.

The trio met this morning and we took another whack at Clara Schumann’s piano trio. It really is a magnificent piece. We learned a lot about it today. I’m going to have to practice it!

A guy came today and supposed fixed our leak in our kitchen. If this is so, it will dramatically improve Eileen’s life who was frustrated to tears about this morn than once in the past few months.

Well that’s all for today. Here’s another great recording.