Think About It
What if consciousness originated in dreaming? -WN
Politics is holding culture hostage so we need an oasis devoted exclusively to the human imagination.-WN
The Simplicity of One Room
The simplicity of one room,
In a cheap road-side motel,
A strange refuge for one night.
Just don’t touch the floor.
We have arrived at this lodging,
After hours in the car,
Watching our life slowing unwind,
In the rearview mirror.
Sleeping in a sanitized bed,
Nothing can keep us awake,
Not even the ra-tat-tat click,
Of the broken fan.
Alert, suddenly in the night,
You were lying next to me,
Sleeping in a different time zone,
I could not touch you.
We rose and improvised breakfast,
However I forgot plates,
So we used an ice bucket lid,
To serve left overs.
We ate on the edge of the bed,
Staring at the T.V. screen,
But it was dark and I saw you,
Staring back at me.
I heard a car start outside and,
Surged through my entire body.
It’s time to move on.
Leave before the maid arrives with,
Her cart of regrets.
Just wake up, get dressed, take what’s yours,
And walk out the door.
Wait, a foot steps back,
One last look around,
I see just an empty room.
Breakfast served on styrofoam?
We’ve got miles to go before we’re home.
© 2018 William Neil
Beautiful in the Morning
You are beautiful in the morning,
when you awake untouched,
by the tangled chaos of your dream state,
your face washed clean by cotton sheets.
I wait in the kitchen for your first sunlit smile
I have slept peacefully,
my face buried in your pillow.
You walk through the shadow laced floor.
The curtains, full of cool dawn air,
part and the light touches everything:
the paper you have left on the table,
a knife in the sink,
a glass on the counter,
We embrace offering each other the gentleness
that we have acquired from a night of unconsciousness.
I breath in the scent of your body.
you exhale your past, calmly.
together we breath in the stillness
that the morning has brought to us.
© 2018 William Neil
Desire is blind,
so follow the beat of the drum.
The stare of our eyes,
Being seen by one another.
Dark music of the soul,
She-wolf howling from afar.
You spin to the left,
then the right,
Toes tracing the words between us.
Pause, the record stops,
Flipped, the needle gently laid down,
Then sliding through the grove,
To the toe tap beat of wood.
Bodies meet half way,
Gently back and then forward again,
Swaying out of phase,
Fall into darkness face to face,
Full stop, all together.
Desire has slipped its clutch.
You stand still and drop,
This first tango will never stop.
© 2017 William Neil
Ideas and Quotes
Don’t try so hard to be the poet. Just be the poem.
A man is as good as his tools are sharp.
Defining the Fine Arts
The fine arts tell us where we have been and where we are going as a culture. It fosters rational and emotional intelligence and illuminates our potential as human beings.
Composing music is when I am in touch with my authentic self that wishes to connect thoughts and emotions with the spirit, a spirit of good intention that steps over the ego and reaches out. Over time the second guessing is less of a pressure to get things right, but a set of alternative views of how the composition unfolds.
The action makes the object. By accident, we find what is intentional.
Success may not be a matter of having your talent recognized but the result of changing the rules by which you pursue your art. The act of changing the rules will lead to the creation of the extraordinary that may attract attention. We have the freedom to change the rules.
I am waiting in the home of patience for awhile.
I shout so God will not hear me. I whisper so he knows what I am thinking.
What if all darkness is really just the deepest blue, the mystical borderland between consciousness and unconsciousness. It is the color that beckons to dreaming. What if consciousness originated in dreaming?
Are not artists and muses attracted to one another in some mystical way? Neither are in a passive role as it is the space between them and the attraction that inspires the art. And what happens in that space is beyond their control and often blossoms into the most extraordinary art.
Elegy for Donald Erb
Donald Erb did not go gentle into that good night…
I lament the passing of a great American composer, my teacher, mentor and good friend Donald Erb. His music was overwhelmingly successful at shaking the very bones of truth in its uncompromising modes of color and vibration. He will be remembered for the benchmark he laid down for his students that demanded innovation, freshness in sound and, above all, meaning in their music. As a human being, he challenged mediocrity at every turn and level. I am reminded of a concert we attended together in Chicago in the late 80’s. He had a piece on the program as did a handful of other composers. There was a piece that was a truly boring and self indulgent exercise in marathon music making. When it was finally over, he held the hands of those sitting with him to prevent us from applauding. It was a great reminder to me about honoring, as a composer, the sacred space of time and performance and not enabling mediocrity. He had incredible radar for people who were ingenuous and exploitive and was suspicious of composers who wrote music just to look good conducting or performing it.
My early days as a student at the Cleveland Institute of Music (the “tute” as he called it) were full of experiences that demonstrated Don’s unique perspective and his generosity. He always brought fatherly advice along with the musical. He showed us how to write, produce, perform and take our music on the road by doing it with conviction himself. He reminded us that talent was not enough (‘the bars are full of talent”) and that you have to take responsibility for your own music in a world that has lost its wonder for the new. And above all, he was always waiting for us at the finish line, letting us know whether what we had composed really had any meaning. You see, he was not impressed with empty intelligence and technique and his lessons were never “heady” or full of pretentious theoretical jargon. When I was stuck in a composition not knowing which direction to take, he often made subtle suggestions like, “what is the opposite of loud, Bill” or “what is the opposite of up.” It truly was often as simple as that.
There are so many other stories to share but I will end with this one. There was a large rock outside the Cleveland Institute of Music that he would often sit upon. It was strategically positioned right out side the entrance of the school. It was a place for him to think about his music and greet and chat with the students that passed. Once, a suspicious colleague walked by and remarked that it appeared to him that Don was paid to sit around and do nothing. Don answered, “I’m paid to watch you!”. This rock story truly has helped me ward off the need for self justification as an artist and composer. Thank you Don and I will miss you. by William Neil
With Don at the 1999 Merit Music Concert in Chicago. It was a concert of commissioned pieces for young musicians. His Children’s Songs for two violins was performed. He dedicated the piece to the children that perished in the Oklahoma City bombing. It was at this performance that I realized how deeply he felt about this human tradegy and now I think about our tradegic legacy of voicing the anguish of the climatic act of inhumanity: 9/11.
With Don at the New Music Chicago performance of The Towers of Silence in 1988. These were the years I was the composer-in-residence at the Lyric Opera of Chicago and Don had a series of pieces performed by the Chicago Symphony: Prismatic Variations, Concerto for Violoncello and Orchestra and the climatic work, Concerto for Brass and Orchestra that was commissioned by the CSO. This is the piece he composed then started all over again! I was inspired. These were great times and I loved being at the rehearsals with him and reading the reviews in the Chicago Tribune at breakfast the next morning. I had heard the premiere of The Towers of Silence at the Cleveland Art Museum when I was a student. He talked to the audience from the stage like a good friend and told the compelling story behind the music. What a thrill it was to perform that piece many years later and have him tell that story again.
Musical Voyage to the Sun
Setting the Poetry of D.H. Lawrence: A Composer’s Perspective
Poetry is an exotic, rich language of the human soul. With a brilliant light of understanding, poetry illuminates the dark recesses of our consciousness and reveals the essence of what it means to be human. I have discovered a fine sense of contrast between light and darkness in the poetry of D.H. Lawrence that has sparked my imagination. Knowing D.H. Lawrence first as a great story teller, I follow the beginnings, middles, and ends of his poems as rhapsodic tales. Moreover, his poetic prose conjures a powerful visual and aural experience that I can easily transfer to musical ideas. The experience of setting his poetry, my musical voyage to the sun, has led me to an unique process of musical composition. I will impart my discoveries by presenting three detailed examples of the techniques that engaged me in the composition of “The Waters Are Shaking the Moon”, twelve song poems by D.H. Lawrence.
Creating sounds and rhythms that enliven the words of poem through a musical composition requires a distinctive artistic approach. Setting poetry is more than simply applying music to words. The process often begins with a simple phrase of music imbued in the mood and emotion of the poem. More reflective music is developed as a prelude, interlude or postlude in a piece. The more poignant phrases may be most effectively employed supporting the voice at its pinnacle moments. Then there are often lines of the poem that may actually inspire a melodic motive or phrase. The interchangeable processes of music seeking words and words seeking music in alternation can clearly inform the process of composition. So, indeed, Lawrence’s choices as a poet influence my choices as a composer. It is also a transformational process that may change the way the piece is composed as the work unfolds over time. Finally, in the way a cinema director creates an engaging dramatic sequence for her audience, I assemble all of these elements into a piece that vividly moves the audience. You could say that my composition serves as a “script” for the vocalist to convey the meaning of the author’s message in the poem. The audience must believe that the vocalist has esoteric knowledge of the poem and that this perspective is stage worthy. I will now elaborate on this fundamental process with three specific examples.
In the poem The Hostile Son, Lawrence connects the powerful forces of nature with human consciousness. In searching for an approach to setting this poem, I was intrigued by the boundary between the light and dark that Lawrence explores in the poem, particularly the contrasting final section alluding to the calm, darkness of the moon. The polarity between major and minor intervals is a potent force in music composition. By oscillating between the major/perfect intervals and minor/imperfect intervals at the micro and macro levels, I was able to create a larger form to support the tension that Lawrence creates his juxtaposition of light and dark. Listen to the first seventeen seconds of track one and you will hear this oscillation in the piano music. The vocal line rises and falls over these sonorities, with the two oscillating notes of the voice rocking back forth in response to the tension generated by the piano music. It was my intentions to underplay the melodic potential of the vocal in this section, thereby allowing the music to envelop the voice in the more primal elements of the music just as Lawrence envelopes the reader in the forces of nature in his text. Similarly, as the tension rises with the sun and falls in the concluding passage that references the moon, I allow the music to travel upward with the text from 01:45 to 02:21 and then fall again from 02:27 to 02:54. Indeed, the sonorities in the first part of the piece have a raw barren quality about them and this starkness persists until the last section starting a 03:13 where the first full major chord sonority is heard. And from this point until the end, the soprano introduces the calm notes of her lower range as the piano quietly rises on three major chords, A major at 03:13, Bb at 03:25, and C major 03:50 to the end. The single section where I have intentionally created a vocal line that mirrors the meaning of the word is at 03:25. In summary, my choice to focus the musical composition on the juxtaposition of light and dark harmonies rather than on melody parallels Lawrence’s choice to dramatise the hostility of the sun and calmness of the moon in this poem.
Lawrence’s homage to his father and the miners who work in the darkness of the earth, Reach Over , fathoms a deeper meaning that speaks to the fragility of all human relationships. In my analysis of the poem, I became aware how Lawrence references the idea of traveling in the poem. By assigning separate elements of music to these moving narratives, I was able to create an effective structure that illuminates the verses of the poem. The first reference simply underscores the idea of ‘reaching over” with an upward step wise motion followed by a drop of a perfect fifth or fourth. The interval of a descending perfect fifth, for example, from the note g to c, is the most natural, effortless melodic movement in music. The listening mind perceives movement and progression when these intervals are used. Listening to the first minutes of track four will demonstrate these effects. The second reference I make to traveling is the use of expanding and contracting intervals. Increasing intervals are found in the succession of overtones that define the timbre of an instrument whether it makes sound through a vibrating string or column of air. Taking my cue from this natural phenomena of acoustics, I have used this technique to raise and lower tension and make transitions into the next leg of the journey through the poem. Listening for a few seconds at 00:44 will demonstrate this effect. The third mode of travel in the musical structure was produced through the creation of harmonic density. I was able to create emotional arrival points in the piece by increasing the frequency of harmonic motion at all levels at once: step motion, falling fifths, and increasing intervals. The first of these can be heard at 01:28 as the music drives to a high point and cadence. This cadence also serves to define the middle region of this musical journey. At this point, I had two objectives in mind to make this composition work:
To bring the music to a high point
To retrace the musical elements, consequently returning to the motives of the beginning
I achieved these objectives through transposing the previously stated harmonically dense music to a higher level. This can be clearly perceived by the listener from 02:07 to 02:36 on the fourth track of the CD. The steps are retraced in this last section as I repeat the compositional elements heard in the beginning. However, as the voice sings the last line of the poem, I choose to restate the contracting and expanding interval technique in the piano, instead of seeking to resolve the piece harmonically. It simply felt right to have the listener be left with the feeling that the musical and poetic journey continues quietly on indefinitely.
My final example will demonstrate the power of imagery in the mind of the composer as a source of inspiration. It has been said that when a composer sets the words of a poem to music, he destroys the poem and creates a new version as sound and word. An effective poem will speak on many levels. We hear the message of the poem as the poet speaks; our imagination is stimulated by the imagery that may be expressed by the words, and the poem will often communicate to us on a purely conceptual level. When combined all of these facets work together to inspire a musical structure that supports the interpretation of the poem. It is also important to allow time for the poem to register on all of these levels before the composition process begins. I have found that utilising drawings, graphs and symbols to support this process permits me the time to understand the poem. This process also facilitates the transition from the poet’s world to the world of the composer. Being conscious of these graphic representations while I hear the words of the poet in my ear, enables me to imagine and draw symbols of densities of sound and melodic contours. From these images I draw and motives that I notate on manuscript paper. When I work in this way, I am able to liberate myself from the verse and refrain dominated influences that are often imposed on the music when taking a traditional approach to setting poetry. Also, the delineation of dynamics can be clearly defied from the variations in shadow I might have created in the drawings. I am then inspired to create a musical accompaniment that, like the tide, ebbs and flows in intensity intensity as the voice becomes louder of softer.
Now, let’s look at some examples from the setting of the poem Piano. In my analysis of the poem, I found that two types of music were required to effectively interpret this text. It required a music that was stylistically reminiscent of Lawrence’s childhood, and it also required a music that would evoke an emotional association with these memories. My drawings depicted the opening words of Piano, as lines drifting into view from a second image of darkness. These two aspects of the drawing yielded two distinct types of music that were superimposed. Listen to the first 37 minutes of track 11 and you will hear these superimposed ideas. In other passages, I created this contrast by successively composing passages using traditional harmonic progression, followed by passages that were more abstract. Listen from 01:19 to 02:32 on this track and you will hear these contrasts. Finally, the poem itself provided imagery that I used in constructing music for the climatic section of the piece, in the line:
…with the great black piano appassionato. (CP, 148)
I composed sonorities alternately on the white and black keys of the piano. Listen between 02:43 and 03:17 and you will hear how effectively this black and white music supports the vocal part. In summary, the graphics assisted me in effectively creating a montage of gestures and that truly illuminates the text.
My experiences in setting the poetry of D.H. Lawrence have taught me that understanding a poem means, above all, allowing the words to inspire a music that is distinctly expressive. Awareness of the author’s choices in creating the poem is paramount as well. And if in the act of creating any art, we experience an amplified version of the creator, in this case the poet, then what does this say about the music inspired by this magnification? The answer can be found in the discovery of where light meets darkness in the poem, or how a poem journeys through our subconscious, or in the images it projects on our personal experiences.
Neil, William, The Waters Are Shaking the Moon, Barbara Ann Martin, soprano; David Schrader, piano
TheComposerStudio.Com, LLC Recordings, compact disc.
This publication includes a CD recording that I will refer to in my examples. My references will cite the track number and the time within the track that corresponds to my example.
D.H. Lawrence, The Complete Poems of D.H. Lawrence, edited by Vivian de Sola Pinto and F. Warren Roberts, Harmondsworth: Penguin Books, 1993, 608 (hereafter CP).
copyright 2011 William Neil
D. H. Lawrence and the ‘insidious mastery of song’
by Bethan Jones
Just knowing the dream, just knowing the song the tune will hold fast in your mem’ry…
The Waters are Shaking the Moon by the American composer William Neil is the most extended song cycle of those considered here, as it comprises settings of twelve Lawrence poems: 1. The Hostile Sun; 2. Twilight; 3. Mystery; 4. Love Message; 5. Piano; 6. Tease; 7. Reach Over; 8. There is Rain in Me; 9. Baby Songs; 10. Shades; 11. White Blossom; 12. To A Certain Young Lady. This work, scored for mezzo soprano and piano, was commissioned by the Katherine A. Abelson Fund of the Lester Abelson Foundation and premiered on American radio
in 1996. The rationale for this setting is explained by the composer:
Lawrence … has written on the subject of love and relationships in much of his poetry and prose. I have been attracted to his ability to evoke the mysteries of love, unlocking some of the forbidden doors in the process. In The Waters are Shaking the Moon, I have selected poems that explore not only the relationship between lovers, but relationships that Lawrence visited many times in his work: mother and son, father and son, man and nature, adult and child, man and mortality.
Neil’s statement above indicates that the cycle is holistically conceived, with the ‘relationship’ theme providing unification and also scope for contrast and variation. The cycle includes a setting of Lawrence’s most ostensibly ‘musical’ poem – ‘Piano’ – which has also been selected for musical interpretation by Phillip Rhodes in his work Visions of Remembrance. As it would be impossible to discuss these song cycles in their entirety in this context, I will focus on analysing the way in which Neil and Rhodes approach this one poem, highlighting aspects of the settings which illuminate elements of Lawrence’s poem through a unique creative response.
It is well known that the poem ‘Piano’ is a duet of past and present, focusing on a mother-son relationship. In the present a woman gives a passionate and elaborate recital on a concert grand; in the past a child sits beneath a parlour-piano and presses the feet of his mother as she plays and sings. Neil’s use of female voice and piano for the setting points to a literal response to Lawrence’s premise (though this choice is also limited as the song is one of twelve employing the same combination), and indeed it is possible to identify musical gestures which relate to specific aspects of the poem. A descending cascade of notes accompanies the word ‘flood’ while the piano becomes buoyant on ‘tinkling’ and ‘tingling’. The term ‘appassionato’ is repeated with flamboyant elaboration (arguably, here, the piano is used orchestrally in the tradition of Chopin and Liszt). At the opening of the song an ingenious technique is employed: the piano left-hand forms simple broken arpeggios, as if the mother is playing. Above, we hear a selection of dissonant notes, as though the child is pressing random keys as the mother plays and the notes do not quite fit. Alternatively, this disparity could simply indicate that the piano is being practised at home, rather than played in a public performance. At this stage, the piano appears to be deliberately divorced from the voice (perhaps highlighting the past/present divide),
and it is not until the words ‘Taking me back’ that the instrument really begins to accompany the singer. In other words, the song begins with three apparently disconnected strands which then cohere when the poem’s protagonists are brought together in the past. The piano itself starts as a parlour piano at home, and gradually evolves into a concert grand by the beginning of the second verse. The voice is made prominent and featured, recitative-style, at the reference to the ‘insidious mastery of song’, with the piano playing complex arpeggios as accompaniment.
With the reference to the ‘old Sunday evenings’, the music reverts to a traditional, harmonious, tonal pattern of simple chords. Yet this moment of peace and simplicity is short- lived, and tension is soon introduced between the voice and piano, moving us back into the present. The piano takes over, asserts itself with a clear musical gesture on ‘clamour’ and becomes extravagant. At the mention of ‘manhood’ the opening arpeggios reappear but now they are more complex and disturbed, marking the progression from innocence to experience. The song concludes on an ‘e’ – the point to which it has frequently returned – yet the ending undeniably feels unsettled.
“I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections and the truth of the imagination.”-John Keats
“Laughter is the shortest distance between two people.”-Victor Borge
Trust is the real rope-the cord that connects climber to belayer.
“Everything had been taken out of my control and I welcomed, as always the lack of responsibility and the splendid inactivity with no obligation to kill, pursue, protect, intrigue, defend or participate and I welcomed the chance to read.” True at First Light-Earnest Hemingway
“Don’t cry because it’s over; smile because it happened.” — Dr. Seuss
“I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections and the truth of the imagination.”-John Keats
The 100th Meridian West (I gave this talk as an introduction to the September 15th Out of Our Minds Chamber series concert, Wild & Western.
This evening we are listening to music that depicts two different views of the American West, two contrasting visions: The Romantic legend of the cowboy and the heroic endurance of immigrant settlers. The Romance of settling the west is part of the continuing promise of the American Dream. But, as always, the Dream has a price.
The 100th meridian runs from pole to pole, 100 degrees longitude west of the prime meridian in Greenwich, England. It cuts through six U.S. states forming a partial boundary between Oklahoma and Texas. Moving west from the Mississippi, one leaves the lushness of the great river valley and enters the west, the land of the arid and dry prairie.
In the late 1860s after the Civil War was over, the Union Pacific Railroad succeeded in connecting the two coasts by rail. What a better way to ensure ridership and use of the rail than to have the US government encourage settlement. The Homestead Act of 1862 was providing settlers with 160 acres of public land. This act led to a massive influx of new and inexperienced farmers across the Great Plains.
Two men of this era, William Gilpin and John Wesley Powell had opposite views of how the settlement of the west would unfold.
What began as the Great American Desert evolved into a golden promised land from the oratory of Gilpin and the broadsides of land companies and the railroad companies who would profit from the influx of settlers. The scene was set. The Indian Wars had been won and the land was safe to occupy.
“Indian Land for Sale, Get a Home of Your Own, Easy Payments, Fine Lands in the West, Irrigated, Grazing, Agricultural Dairy Farming.”
“Nebraska, The Garden of the West, 50 Million Acres Grain and Grazing Land”
John Wesley Powell, the famous explorer who successfully navigated through the Grand Canyon, on the other hand, made the most significant contribution in understanding the geology of the west. He was opposite in character than Gilpin. He was an unassuming scientist. Trained as a U.S. soldier and geologist, he was an explorer of the American West,, The most important document was Powell’s Report on the Lands of the Arid Region of the United States. Powell was successful because he studied the science of the land and contemplated the best possible use of the resources in the west.
Because he knew that access to water was important, he proposed that regions of the west be designated a “commonwealth” for the purpose of regulating its water usage, which would remain under federal control without regard to state lines.
In contrast, William Gilpin, interpreted the idea of a Manifest Destiny with a passionate vision. He resisted methodical factual investigation and introduced fantasy into geography and his influence in the American government’s inter policy ultimate had a negative effect.
Well there isn’t much rain out west. There is not enough rain to grow crops and so additional water has to be brought in. So, the odds were strongly in favor of failure for the homesteader that borrowed money to farm. It took a super man to survive and two thirds failed and because the homestead act provided no government loans, often the banks and large corporations ultimately owned the land and controlled the water. Now fast forward to the 1930’s:
By 1934, an estimated 35 million acres of formerly cultivated land had been rendered useless for farming.
The Dust Bowl was the name given to the drought-stricken Southern Plains region of the United States, which suffered severe dust storms during a dry period in the 1930s. As high winds and choking dust swept the region from Texas to Nebraska, people and livestock were killed and crops failed across the entire region and many farming families left on a desperate migration in search of work and better conditions.
The worst dust storm occurred on April 14, 1935. News reports called the event Black Sunday. A wall of blowing sand and dust started in the Oklahoma Panhandle and spread east. As many as three million tons of topsoil were estimated to have blown off the Great Plains during Black Sunday.
Roughly 2.5 million people left the Dust Bowl states during the 1930s. It was the largest migration in American history. So, what began as a land rush resulted in many defeated people leaving.
But who stayed and toughed it out?
The immigrants: We know they were a from diverse ethic groups. Just listen this list of towns in Kansas alone.
French Swiss Neuchatel
German Swiss Bern
German Humboldt & Berlin to name a few
Bohemian/Czech Prag & Pilsen
Most had come so far and journeyed for so long that there was no going back.
They had to adopt to new agricultural methods and crops, to survive and they probably attended a church that duplicated ones they left behind in Europe. So, their flexibility and faith sustained them.
And what a better way to sing the praises of these survivors than through art. Libby Larsen’s piece, My Antoina, brings Willa Cather’s novel and the experience of the Nebraska prairie to life. It was published in 1918 and was considered one of Cather’s best works and quickly became a fitting elegy to those whose persistence and strength helped build the American frontier and tame the Wild West.