Trump is GOP's Cosmic Comeuppance

Donald Trump, whose unbelievably well attended campaign stops have morphed into his own brand of group therapy (How wonderful am I? C’mon, everyone, count the ways!), is dangerously close to becoming the Republican presidential nominee, handily losing the general election to Hilary Clinton and giving the GOP a richly deserved, cosmic comeuppance.

And I say this at the risk of Trump turning my neighborhood into a Scottish golf course.

Finally  - Trump’s primary opponents, who have long since known better (which still excludes a few), are tepidly stepping up to the political plate and hitting back some carelessly pitched soft balls Trump has let fly about Muslim  national registries and  9/11 fantasy celebrations.   

Well, good for them.

But you still have to wonder where any of these people were in 2012 when Trump decided (as a potential GOP presidential candidate), it was in his best political interests to go after the Muslim-in-Chief. 

A validated Hawaiian birth certificate?  A verified certificate of live birth?  No credible evidence to prove Obama was born in Kenya?  “I’m prepared to take the president at his word”, John Boehner magnanimously intoned, helping to propagate a talking-point that would side-step the question, keep the right-wing base delusionally happy, and enable fellow Republicans to commit a sin of omission in order to maintain a perceived political advantage.   

Let’s be clear, if  there ever was a remote chance Obama is not a U.S. citizen, and an illegal occupant of the White House, the Republican congress would have relentlessly investigated, impeached and then double-dared President Joe Biden to pardon the disgraced, ex-president in order to avoid excessive jail time.  And they would have been right to do so.  

That’s what so galling about Trump’s superficial and self-serving exploitation of an explosive, constitutional crisis. 

In fairness to Trump (and you have to “treat” Trump “fairly” lest he run a third-party candidacy), he did not originate birtherism  or the birther movement.  

And yet, even though he thoroughly discredited himself four years ago from being taken seriously as a presidential candidate today- here he is again.  This time, however, instead of Obama who was more than his match, he’s putting  his reckless and hateful hands around every minority group that might enable his campaign  For Trump, brown is the new black.

In 2012, the GOP enabled Trump by not calling him out on the bizarre,  birther nonsense.  2016 is their chance to make amends and save their political hides.  

Unless, of course, they prefer to watch the next Democratic administration from outside that “great big, beautiful wall”.

The Romance and Scandal of Dickens & Nelly

Dickens & Nelly, a New Musical. 

 Books/lyrics by Barbara Zinn Krieger; music by Charlie Greenberg

 In 1858, Charles Dickens’ affair with Nelly Ternan, (the actress more than 25 years his junior), had become public enough to compel Dickens to publish a denial:  

“I most solemnly declare, then -- and this I do both in my own name and in my wife's name -- that all the lately whispered rumors touching the trouble, at which I have glanced, are abominably false. And whosoever repeats one of them after this denial, will lie as willfully and as foully as it is possible for any false witness to lie, before heaven and earth".

In the new musical “Dickens & Nelly”, this spirited defense of Dickens’ integrity and Nelly’s virtue is dramatized during a confrontation in London’s Anatheum Club.  Having mocked Dickens for trying to hide his affair, authors, including hypocritical Willkie Collins (“I do as I please with both my women”), Anthony Trollope, George Wills and William Makepeace Thackeray are excoriated by an enraged Dickens.  Dickens’ words soar in a new musical theater piece that understands there’s rarely as much heated and continuous passion as there is in an illicit love affair.

Dickens is a control freak.  He orchestrates the affair through selective confidants and a mastering of train schedules. Exploiting his prodigious fame, charm, and the vacuum created by an absent father figure, he seductively isolates Nelly (the youngest of three sisters in a theatrical family), from her siblings and mother.  To protect his reputation, he surreptitiously moves Nelly from location to location over a period of 13 years, adopting an alias for them both.   

But, Dickens loses control.  His wife discovers the affair, Nelly becomes pregnant, and the train crashes - with both Dickens and Nelly onboard.

Ultimately, Nelly rejects victimization and reinvents herself, while never compromising her past love for Dickens.  In fact, she is a survivor of a love affair that didn’t publicly begin to see the light of day till the mid 1930s – 20 years after her death.

Dickens & Nelly will receive a staged reading under the musical direction of Warren Helms

Location: Black Box Theater @ William Paterson University in New Jersey.

Date: Sunday, April 19^th @6:00PM

Admission: Free  

5 Tips for Overcoming those Pesky Piano Performance Anxieties

This is a guest blog by the less than legendary, Louis C. Monteverdi

As a pianist performing regularly in front of live audiences (well, at least they claim to be), I still struggle with hand jitters, wrong notes, inaccurate rhythms and sudden sonorities of unknown origin. 

While I know of no real remedies or telethon-type activities related to alleviating this aggravating affliction of unaccountable nerves, I can offer the following five tips in the hope that they may prove useful in times of classical piano’s annoying nuances. 

• TIP #1: Come Early Before the performance

Avoid increasing your stress level by leaving sufficient time for a preparatory period of relaxation. Relax, compose your thoughts and slowly exercise your fingers with unrelated abstract, technical studies till you have achieved a certain comfortable level of digital dexterity.  

•  TIP #2: Completely Ignore Tip #1

Don’t come early, fool!  That will only make you even more uptight by creating a misguided sense of importance about the whole stuffy business. Better to come a little late. Have a couple of smokes, a couple of beers.  Too bad, if people get pissed off and decide to leave because it’s already 8:15PM.  Screw ‘em!  Keep repeating to yourself “Screw ‘em. It’s just not that important”.  Relax; the whole thing’s just this side of being a complete waste of everybody’s time. 

•  TIP #3:  Disrespect the Composer.  Does he think he’s better than you!!? 

 Screw Beethoven, the ugly son-of-a-bitch. Clearly, the guy was never successful enough to afford a facial or get a decent haircut. What’s that, lady, I was hitting wrong notes?  What do you expect, the guy was frickin’ deaf when he wrote this damn thing!  Give me a break!

• TIP #4: Make Sure the Piano is in an acceptable  State of Disrepair

Sure I’m nervous.  Wouldn’t you be if you had to perform on this reject from a down-market Salvation Army post?  I mean, I might have warmed up, but I ran out of time while I was Gorilla Gluing  all the broken keys back on, for cryin’ out loud!

• TIP #5   Just Go Play Cocktail Piano

Find a restaurant with a big room full of noisy people whose voices bounce off a carpet-less, slate floor, utterly drowning out the sound of your dwarf baby-grand with zero amplification. All that’s missing is a black cape and hood - and a Lone Ranger mask.  Then you can be nervous all you want. 

Scott Joplin’s “Euphonic Sounds” vs. Jelly Roll Morton’s “Freakish” - - Classical Aspirations vs. Modern Accommodation

 

Scott Joplin

Jelly Roll Morton

We celebrate both Scott Joplin and Jelly Roll Morton as American originals and classicists. Joplin (1867-1917), as the “King” of classical ragtime composers and Morton (1890-1941), as a progenitor of what has come to be considered early jazz, both as composer/arranger and (thankfully),  recorded performer.    

Joplin was a classicist in the most traditional and technical sense.   His piano writing adhered to European music theory practices in harmony, voice leading and compositional form.  (For example, there’s little difference between the highly, formulaic musical structure of Joplin rags and Sousa marches: AA/BB/A/CC/DD). 

The magnificent results of Joplin’s’ genius was his blending  of European classicism and African American derived folk melodies -  both inextricably bound to  a uniquely  subtle and sophisticated binary, ragtime syncopation.  (On occasion, there is even an early suggestion of blue-notes  - flatted 3rds, 5ths - but these are always supported by conventional harmonies or quickly resolved as non-harmonic tones).    

 “Euphonic’s Sounds” (1909),  comes from a particularly rich year of Joplin rag composition. It also coincides with the beginning of Joplin’s obsession to write his grand, ragtime opera, “Treemonisha".   By 1907, Joplin had moved to New York City in order to be in a more compatiblle cultural environment that might artistically and financially support a staging of “Treemonisha”.

All this is to say,   if you’re familiar with Joplin as the composer of “Maple Leaf Rag”, “Easy Winners” and “The Entertainer” – you may well be surprised by Euphonic Sounds' very ambitious and surprising composition.

Clearly, Euphonic Sounds is a rag. It adheres to Joplin’s (and generally), classical ragtime's consistent use of sequential  16-bar strains.  Certainly, its 4-bar intro and first theme sound fairly much like business as usual.

The second theme, however, is where the traditional ragtime wheels come off, and even the initiated may think they’re losing count.  Yes, there are plenty of two-bar repetitions as befitting Joplin’s 16-bar strains, but in “Euphonic Sounds”; they serve an entirely different purpose.

To illustrate this point, let’s look at the arch-typical second-strain of  Joplin’s 1908 rag, “Fig Leaf”.

Here, the 16 bars strain conforms to 2, clearly defined -8 bar segments, divided into 4-bar phrases with clear thematic reiteration:

2^nd Strain: “Fig Leaf”

----------- 16 bars ------------

1^st half:  4+4: 2nd half: 4+4)

 Conversely, and quite atypically, “Euphonic Sounds'” second strain creates a 16-bar, through-composed arc, whose melodic material evolves through several jarring modulations, reaching a highly romantic climax at bar 13:

Additionally, as Rudi Blesh and others have noted, there is a suspension of the traditional bass-note-chord construct, a hall mark of not only ragtime in general, but upcoming stride piano playing.  

Stride pianist, James P. Johnson (for one), cited “Euphonic Sounds” for its modernism.  But while mind reading should never pass for scholarship, was Joplin’s rebellious  2nd strain  in Euphonic Sounds  more focused on expanding his concept of ragtime into another form of classical music, or  even so-called, serious modern music?  

And what was Jelly Roll Morton thinking when he imposed the descending, parallel  voicings  of disorienting  dominant 9^th chords in 1929’s “Freakish”?  

Was Morton, on the cusp of being passe, thinking of cornetist, Bix Beiderbecke’s 1926 foray into impressionism called “In a Mist” (played quite well, actually, by Bix on piano)?  Or, was he simply  trying to say,  “Don’t tell me, I get this modern stuff!”  And if he did get it, he may well have signaled  he didn’t much care for it my calling his composition “Freakish”.

Don’t get me wrong.  I love “Freakish”, and thanks to the most excellent transcriptions of James Dapogny (in this case, transcribed from Morton’s 1938 Smithsonian recordings with Alan Lomax,  at a more relaxed,  “Don’t tell me, I get this swing-thing” tempo),  I very much enjoy playing it.

But was Morton trying to sound modern, or was he mocking it?   After all, Morton’s  “Freakish” conceit was about juxtaposing the dominant  9^th   chord sonorities with more and longer sections based on more like ragtime-like lyricism and harmonies.

But for Morton, "Freakish" was another tune of many in his club date and recording career. Joplin’s Euphonic Sounds  might have been a 16 bar cry for a different kind of recognition.

 

Go Easy On Those Music Comparisons Between “Inside Llewyn Davis” and “O Brother, Where Art Thou?"

Oscar Issac as the fictional folk artist, Llewyn Davis.

 

Having read several different reviews for the latest Coen Brother’s  2013 release, “Inside Llewyn Davis” (as well as having seen it),  it’s safe to conclude that Joel and Ethan  have done it once again; creating   another highly successful  mainstream Indie-feeling film.  Indie-feeling based on the film’s smaller budget and scale, and the Coen’s typical non-formulaic approach to both story line and characters.  “Inside Llewyn Davis” asks the viewer to make sense of a few days in the life of a very talented, but near penniless and self-destructive folk musician.   A dreamlike film that at times is uncomfortably realistic, the Coen Brothers have also created a comedy that risks taking its humor a little too seriously.   In other words, The Big Lebowski, it isn’t.  But, it’s a wonderful film that meticulously recreates the place, time and folk music of the west village in New York City during the winter of 1961.  

Reviews from the New York Times, Washington Post, and Salon, to name a few, feel compelled to obliquely reference the Coen’s 2000’s “O Brother, Where Art Thou?” with its inspired use of appropriately placed country and folk songs that also evoke time and place - in this case, the state of Mississippi  in 1937.  (The music for both films tracks is produced and arranged by T-Bone Burnett). 

Tim Blake Nelson finds salvation as the baptismal choir sings "Down To The River To Pray"   in "O Brother, Where Art Thou?"

 

Certainly, there’s a comparison to be made between the two films.  “O Brother, Where Art Thou?”  is the Coen’s loosely-based, sunny and often hilarious tour-de-force of Homer’s Odyssey. George Clooney’s main character (Ulysses) escapes prison with two fellow inmates (played by John Turturro and Tim Blake Nelson), in pursuit of great treasure, the location of which is known only to Ulysses.   In contrast, Llewyn Davis has a muted and depressing roundtrip journey to and from Chicago in search of glory and riches (well, hopefully enough riches to rent his own place). An orange tabby cat -  who Llewyn feels obliged to adopt and carry with him as he bums his way around the village and subsequent travels to Chicago – is also named Ulysses.  Musically speaking, the most compelling similarity between the two films (in addition to the inclusion of period American popular music),  is that so much of the period music in both films is performed and sung in real-time, with a few renditions even going beyond a couple of minutes in duration. 

"Lady Killers'" gospel music.

Beyond that however, the two films use their period songs for different dramatic purposes, resulting in a contrasting dynamic. “O  Brother’s” Blue grass, country and folk  songs are mainstream and culturally ubiquitous, ingeniously supporting scenes for baptisms, political rallies, an encounter with seductive sirens (an Odyssey reference) - even a Klu Klux Klan rally.  In fact, only the song “I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow”, spontaneously recorded by the soon to be very popular, Soggy Bottom Boys, is the only music actually used as a plot device, or part of the story.   The music in Llewyn Davis, however, is not mainstream, and representative of the 50s and early 60s folk counter culture.   Scorned by other musicians (such as John Goodman’s pompous and bloviating jazz musician), Llewyn struggles against selling-out when offered an opportunity to become a third wheel in a newly formed folk trio (a clear reference to Peter, Paul and Mary).  

But perhaps the most important distinction between the two films is the casting coup that gives us Oscar Isaac as the forlorn Llewyn Davis.  Mr. Isaac not only beautifully conveys Lleweyn’s anguish and ambivalence, but is actually a very accomplished singer and folk guitarist. The Coens have allowed him to perform live before the camera, something we suspect (despite their faultless lip-syncing) George Clooney, John Turturro, or even the Grand Wizard of the KKK (embodied by Wayne Duvall) are unable to accomplish - live or otherwise.  (In all fairness, Tim Blake Nelson, provides his own signing).    

Conversely, where “O Brother”  showers the audience with a colorful array of different vocal groups, Llewlyn Davis performs a solo (and as we soon learn),  lonely folk act.  When Mr. Isaac as Llewyn Davis opens this film singing “Hang Me, Oh Hang Me” sitting on the stage of an actual, West Village folk club, the Gaslight, he and the Coens seamlessly evoke a poignant trifecta of time, place - and character. 

(In passing, and in the same context, it’s worth drawing comparisons with the Coen’s 2004 film, “The Lady Killers”, which liberally uses African American gospel music).

 But, "No Country For Old Men" had no music on its soundtrack, whatsoever.