17.5.09

It turns out there IS one (or, eat your crow while it is piping hot)

OK, I apologize to my baroque flute student who has, without fail, always done exactly what I asked. And I would like to order the baked crow, with a raspberry demi glasse, and I'll chase it all down with a shot of Jose Cuervo. How this slipped my mind is no surprise because many things do. But here I will correct the omission and oversight. 

In this post, I whine about people whining about not making progress, and I discuss why they whine. 

What has happened in the case of this particular student? He has made EXCELLENT progress, even after dealing with a serious illness a few years ago (all recovered now, and in great health). I will not be giving him his money back because he has, as I mentioned, made great progress, corrected all of the minor technical issues that I pointed out, continues to improve (he's now "enrolled" in Advanced Nit-Picking), and has used all of his training in public concerts. 

The beauty of practicing diligently is that it frees you to learn other things that can only be taught by leaping out of the frying pan into the fire. 

Last weekend Student Alpha performed a demanding solo that would have crushed a less diligent player with the things that went wrong if they were not corrected on the spot in the heat of the moment. There is a reason they refer to taking lessons in a college curriculum as "applied music." You get to go out and APPLY the techniques in the context of a performance (not unlike doing drills in martial arts or basketball practice). 

Things started out OK in the first movement, then something came unglued but Student Alpha maintained his position and direction and the ensemble found him in a timely manner. In the second movement, things were going smoothly and then, when Student Alpha tried something ultra-musical (read: NEW to the ensemble), things got a wee bit rocky, but then settled down a bit as the end of the movement approached. When it was time to make a significant musical gesture to set up the final cadence, Student Alpha did something we had worked on a few times and that he had seen me do several times: he made a big body gesture while looking directly at the person who needed the most direction. It caused everyone in the ensemble and 95% of the audience, to pay more attention to what was going on and the group was tight as a drum right off the assembly line to the end of the piece. 

The rest of the piece was good, and Student Alpha held the fort when things got wacky (he's significantly more advanced as a performer than his colleagues), and the piece was successful. There was nothing he could do about one player's particularly "creative" intonation. That will be the next item for us to work on. 

Instead of breaking my arm patting myself on the back for his fine performance, I'll break it patting Student Alpha on the back. 

If I eat my crow while it is piping hot, can I have something really good for dessert? 

1.4.09

Indoctrination of the Superannuated Canine ("Largo? We don't need no stinking Largo!"

Last week I played the third concert of my so-called "world tour." Eugene, OR, Seattle, WA, and Lubbock, TX. Being in Lubbock with my friends was rejuvenating, even if I had a cold that disrupted my sleep every night. I had a great time. My only regret is that the MCAT wasn't there with me. And the 21.5 hour return trip home caused by a flight cancelation from a freak snow storm (a snowstorm in West Texas in late March???).  Dharmonia and Coyote Banjo took good care of me, as they always do, and it was, as usual, sad to leave. 

I was in Lubbock with my new colleague, who goes by the moniker El Clavecin Colorado, to play a concert, work with the Texas Tech students, and for me, to enjoy part of my spring break. In our three city tour, ECC and I played one concert twice, and played a few pieces from those programs on the Seattle concert along with a couple of other players. In two pieces I decided to play it safe. Why I did that, I'm not sure. It made for a hair-raising experience. I dialed it down. Took away the intensity, did something I don't usually do, and it made me uncomfortable and the music was not communicated to the listeners in the way I wanted. 

That was in Eugene. In Seattle ECC and I rehearsed the same program while we were preparing the other concert. It all felt very good, easy, and calm. I wondered why I took it easy on those two particular pieces. 

On to Lubbock. Head cold, lots of congestion, fluid in the right ear, starting to cough. Good practice sessions and a good rehearsal in a great room for chamber music. I was not going to play it safe. At times like this you have to step back and ask yourself, "What would Lewis and Clark have done?" Play it safe? Dial it down? They would have been a snack for a grizzly bear if they had done that. Or permanent scullery maids for the bad-ass South Dakota natives.  

No, the music of Quantz and Kirnberger was going to be treated with the respect it deserved. I was going to meet the composer's expectations. In the case of Kirnberger, it was merely settling on a character and proper tempo for one movement. For Quantz, it was a matter of picking up the gauntlet and smacking him upside the head with it. Grave e sostenuto is his slowest tempo described in his Essay On Playing the Flute. Presto in 3/4 meter is his fastest. After you make a few calculations based on the primary source information, you learn that the slow movement comes in at somewhere between 35-40 for the eighth-note. Pretty slow. We managed to take it a wee bit slower, for some reason. The slower tempo allowed for more ad extempore events in the flute part. The Presto comes in at around 168 for the quarter-note. In Eugene I played it safe and took about 160. During our warm up ECC mentioned that I might be rushing in a couple of places but he was OK with that. I didn't think it was possible to speed up when you are at your limit. I may have been wrong. 

So we play the concert, we do not play it safe, we take the Grave e sostenuto at about 30 for the eighth-note, turn the page, and go at something near 176 for the quarter-note. It feels right. No panic, no tension. When I got home three days later I made MCAT listen to it and she said it sounded much clearer and in control than the previous concert, at which she was in attendance. 
[You can hear the 3/4 Presto here.] 

How did I manage to do this? How is it possible for the middle-aged player to keep acquiring skills? Was it all done back in my teenage years when I practiced diligently for a couple of years before letting it go to play basketball in high school and 1 year of college? Was it all implanted in college when I practiced more diligently but still never could get anywhere near 160 on the metronome? Is it that I've just learned how to relax and move only the muscles necessary for the task at hand? Doesn't that constitute learning a new technique? I feel that I did learn a new technique, or at least how to control something I'd been messing around with since age 30. I'm in terrible physical condition right now but for some reason am able to control my breath better than before. What is going on? 

At this point, I don't really care if it was acquiring new techniques or just getting more efficient with the old ones. I learned to do something that had previously escaped me and was able to do it in public. 

There are new performing challenges every day, and my current work as a fledgling musicologist has taken me to a place where playing it safe is not an option, and if you do play it safe, as I learned, you will experience pain. 

When Lewis and Clark were stuck in the Columbia gorge on a rainy November with nothing to eat but pounded fish for many days in a row, what did they do? Quit and die? Dial it down? Play it safe? No. They stayed, worked it out, and met their expectations. 

25.1.09

"This time for sure, Rocky!" (or, Quantzalcoatl comes in off the bench after 13 years)

  • "Fish or cut bait."
  • "Are you a musician or not?"
  • "How many years has it been since you used your musicology training?"
  • "You could be doing real research."
  • "That corporate gig isn't the best use of your time and energy."
  • "You should finish your degree."
  • "You could be a better player and researcher if you didn't work in corporate America."
  • "That day job is killing you."
  • "Workshop lectures are great but you should be doing it all the time."
  • "That straight gig is sucking out all of your qi." 
And these were the comments from people who like me. 

So in September the MCAT and I moved our lives south to Oregon. In December I finished my first quarter as a graduate student. A few times I felt that I was too old to try this again. Some days I felt like Kramer in the judo class from "Seinfeld." That image was enough to keep me from getting too cocky. Of course, there is no way that could happen, given the comments above were made by my friends over the past 13 years. The beauty of friends is that they help you walk the line. 

"Why did you take the MUS XYZ class? Couldn't you petition out of it?"
I probably could have petitioned out of it but I want to get as much from Professor ABC's teaching style as possible. In another class, Professor ABC said I would have to take it but probably wouldn't learn much. Well, were it possible for Prof ABC to be wrong, he would have been. I may not have learned anything brand new but I certainly learned to look at things with a different perspective. That is a good thing if you've been looking at and using something particular for, well, the past 20 years. So, technically, I didn't learn anything new but I was reminded of many things and discovered a new way to re-examine things. Don't rest on your laurels, they'll just get wilted and sweaty. And don't forget that knowing what you don't know is a good way to keep learning and exploring. 

During he first quarter of my return I discovered that I actively enjoyed doing what I had been struggling to find time for in the past 15 years, realized that self-motivation is what will separate the wheat from the chaff here, and that somewhere in my past academic life I had acquired good work habits, the discipline necessary to do good research, and remembered most of what I thought was forgotten. 

I am not a Type A personality. But I am, I remembered, just a wee bit competitive. That may not have been the best thing to resurrect. In the one course I took in the fall that was graded on a total number of points and percentage, I ended up with 98.95% for a final grade. It was likely the highest score in the class but I was miffed at the 1.05% shortcoming.  

When we moved I intended to keep a low profile here and have my life as a performer be based in Seattle and elsewhere. MCAT couldn't understand my Low Profile position. I was able to maintain it for about a month. Then MCAT and I went to a recital and observed what passed for good playing on my instrument. I don't exactly remember what she said to me but it was along the lines of, "are you just going to sit there and let people think that is how it is supposed to sound?" 

Uh . . . no. And so much for the Low Profile approach. 

It has all been so liberating it occasionally feels as if I live in lunar gravity. Stressed out about assignments, readings, papers, presentations, finding time to practice? Go work a day job in hospital administration, then go home and try to find time to practice and spend time with your spouse, child, dog, kitchen, and run a non-profit performing arts organization in your spare time and be at your best when concerts come around. I'll show you stress. This other thing is just go to class, read books and articles, go to the library, walk the dog, practice, and have a lot more quality time with your spouse. Being older must have something to do with it. Yes, it was a 90% pay cut to return to graduate school but so far everything has been enjoyable. And I've been around the block. I know I'm not living in Academic Utopia ("Barney never forgot what he was dealing with"). I can still see the inherent and underlying Dark Side, waiting to bite me on the rear without warning, if I'm not careful. 

But this time I'm wearing Kevlar trews . . . 


5.11.08

Dia de los muertos

All Saints and All Souls Days have passed but our little offrenda is still up. And for the adventure that the MCAT and I have taken on, we can still celebrate the departed (as you know, not all of the departed are dear . . .).


In September I said goodbye to this place, where I had worked for 11 years, in two different areas. It was a good place to work but, ultimately, not the career move I envisioned when I dropped out of this place for the third and final time.

The people I worked with and for at the UWMC were very nice and the attitude of the people I worked with was good and genuine, but the physical environment was wearing me out, physically and emotionally, and the job improvement opportunities were not, as I said, the career move I had in mind for myself. But working in database management and hospital administration did refine and add to a long list of valuable skills I've acquired since leaving graduate school.


The training received at the latter location was good for a few things, and I met some people with whom I've formed long-lasting friendships, but the program absolutely did not prepare anyone for a career as a scholar-performer/classroom teacher. Maybe things are different now, but I doubt it. Only one of my former classmates who managed to receive a Doctor of Music (NOT a DMA) degree from this place has a job as an academic.




































So, as we've done every year for the past several years, we've taken the time to celebrate the lives of those departed, mourn the loss of various aspects of our lives, and acknowledged what they have done for us. I've also asknowledged how the people and events have affected me, and what I have learned from them.

And I will visit them all again next year.

Right now the MCAT and I are on an new journey. After wallowing in doubt, angst, frustration, bitterness, and a host of other feelings and states of being for 13 years, MCAT and I had a serious chat. After the chat, which was not a new chat to me, we decided that I should return to graduate school and complete the PhD I started way back when. A couple of friends (Dharmonia, Coyote Banjo, Terminal Degree, among others) have, over the years, and in varying degrees of subtlety (read between the lines), pointed out that I was wasting myself, my time, and my energy working in a field where my heart wasn't. They also added, often in the same "subtle" way, that I should fish or cut bait; that is, decide what I was going to do and then do it. It is a nice to know that people care. Really. It is very special. So, back to the chat: the result is that after a 13 year hiatus, I have returned to graduate school. I am now a PhD Musicology student at the University of Oregon. It is everything I ever imagined a scholarly graduate program to be, in terms of organization, dedication of the faculty to the students, and, with a supporting area in Historical Performance Practices, an expectation that I should retain and continue to improve, my playing skills.


[Yes, I am optimistic about this place and the program but please note that I HAVE been around the block. Several times. Some would say that I own that block. MCAT and I did not dive into this willy-nilly, nor did the department invest in someone who did not seem like a good fit.]


We miss Seattle. The size of the city, the restaurant options, our 1910 house, my regular paycheck with all of its benefits as a state employee, and, obviously, all of our friends. And our dog no doubt misses her dog buddies in the neighborhood and at doggie day care. But no matter where we are, our friends are still our friends, and we don't have time to go dashing about to fancy restaurants (there are a few here in Eugene of the Seattle level of fanciness) like we used to. Besides, after that kitchen remodel in Seattle, I developed a love of cooking and dream of having my own cooking show, The Fugal Gourmet, where music and food are combined into . . . well, don't get me started. And before too long, we hope, the house in Seattle will sell and we'll have a new one here in Oregon.


Watch this space for details.


And now, back to the books!

9.7.08

Les chants des oiseaux (or, more on the practice of practicing)

The MCAT and I spent much of the recent holiday weekend doing something we had not done for a couple of years: birding. We were in extreme south central Oregon. Here, and here.

The entire experience was beautiful. The weather, the setting, the lack of other humans, and the birds (and the muskrat, the enormous frog, a couple of deer, and the pronghorn antelope). It was worth a few bug bites (we sprayed ourselves, our clothes, our hats, and one determined bug managed to bite me on the rear THROUGH my blue jeans, between the pocket with the handkerchief and the center seam). There were some rock star birds, two of which were new to us. The Long-billed Curlew and the White-faced Ibis. Others we had seen before but never so close were the American Avocet, the Black-necked Stilt, the Black-crowned Night Heron, the American White Pelican, and the Sandhill Crane. In all we saw about 30 different birds.

My experience as a birder tells me that there are three ways to do it. With binoculars, with a spotting scope, and by ear. The spotting scope is a great way to see things in great detail and without your bodily functions making you move (your heatbeat! What did you think I meant?). You can get some incredibly good looks at birds from much farther away than you can with even very powerful binoculars. The downside is that someone (usually the biggest person in the group, usually me) has to carry the scope. [Coyote Banjo is the only person I know who might occasionally relieve me on scope portage. But that's another story for another time. ]

Birding by ear is very challenging but also very rewarding. You either need to go out with someone who knows the bird calls in a specific area, or you buy recordings of them, listen at home, and then take your chances in the wild (or the city park; birds seem to be everywhere). I have put a few discs of bird songs on my MP3 player and used it for confirmation when on a group outing.

What most people do is use binoculars. But unless you live in a place where lots of different birds come into your backyard and are used to people, you won't see much up close.

That brings me to the style of birding that MCAT and I do. We like to stalk the birds in their environment. This takes as much, if not more, patience than learning the birds by ear. You can walk into the territory to a certain point and then the avian alarm system kicks in. At a certain point the sounds change from songs to alarms, and there is no mistaking the difference. How do you bypass this incredible alarm? Patience. We learned, through a field course at the North Cascades Institute, how to work around this warning system, and even use it to your advantage.

The key concept here is PROCESS (yes, we're getting to the process of practicing). First, don't look directly at the birds and smile, even if they are miles high in a tree in plain sight. The second you show teeth, you become a predator who wants to eat them. Smile at those little guys and they become invisible. No, experience shows that if you adapt a meditative style of walking and breathing, and have no sense of urgency about you, you can stand in the middle of a clearing in broad daylight, slow your breathing down, and just stand there for a couple of minutes, and the birds will pick up on your non-predator energy and go about their business, which is all about three things: mating, eating, and when the season is right, feeding their young. We learned the "fox walk," which, when done properly, makes tai chi seem to go at light speed. You can get pretty close to birds perched on a bush not more than 7 feet tall if you are prepared to go at a silent speed of about 10 steps in 3 minutes. The idea is to move so slowly and without making eye contact with the birds, you should be able to move continuously and almost imperceptibly towards the birds. No sudden movements. And when you get to where you want to be, you have to wait and not move for another minute or so before you can put up your field glasses.

MCAT and I love doing it this way. You get really close to the birds, you can really study them, imprint their images on your brain, and just enjoy the world.

The birds at the Summer Lake National Wildlife Refuge were wiley and skittish, especially the ducks. Nothing like getting shot at in the winter to make you wary of all humans who enter your turf. And I had lost my stalking chops. Those darn blackbird sentries! They make a ton of noise and you know they are there but their habitat is such that you have to really know where to look to see them. I had a good look at the aforementioned Ibis, and thought I could improve my view with just two long steps. But I moved too quickly after the first step and the sounds changed from nice blackbird songs to "CHIRP!" and the Ibis family took to the air, along with a few blackbirds. One upside to this was that it roused the Night Heron from its slumber (they typically are active at night, not in broad daylight), and its slow ascent gave us a good look. And, after I accidently vacated the premises, I just stayed in that spot and waited. Sure enough, the Long-billed Curlew couple came by after a short time and went about their business and I got a great look at them.

Patience, and a willingness to keep at something without creating any tension in your body is how to make this a successful venture.

Kind of sounds a lot like practicing a musical instrument. Except the practicing of an instrument does not come with a spotting scope option. You have to get out in the field and stalk those techniques.

[It was incredibly validating to see/hear Dirk Powell discuss the process of practicing in his "Learn to play the Cajun accordion" video that I have. He, too, says that no one wants to practice certain exercises but that you won't get anywhere if you don't. He even acknowledges that it is not fun, but, with less time than you think, you'll be on your way to mastering Jolie Blonde. And it turns out that the 10-button, single row accordion is by far the most difficult instrument I've ever tried to play. Quite humbling, actually.]

How are you going to be able to maintain your chops while playing, for example, BWV 1067? You have to play every note in every movement for 20 minutes. Yes, there are three bars of rest in the Ouverture, but at the proper tempo you may use those not as "rests" but as an opportunity to tank up on air to avoid flute player's hypoxia. Or the infamous BWV 1013, where in the first movement there are NO rests and only 5 notes over two pages that are not 16th-notes ? Or the unaccompanied sonata in a-minor by CPE Bach? You won't be able to execute those huge leaps in the first movement in what, for him, constitutes a melody, if you haven't put the time in (your meditative time) developing your breathing, blowing, and embouchure.

You have to go through the process of practicing, especially your long tones, then your body mechanics, and, as in the martial arts, once you have learned how to stand, breathe, etc., you'll be able to learn the really fun and interesting stuff.

This works for amateurs as well as professionals. The only difference is how much more time the professionals spend on the same few techniques.

I came up with the 20-minute workout for flute and recorder because I know that some of the required practice is less-than-exciting. But you don't need to devote hours out of your day to build your techniques. You just need to stalk them slowly, quietly, and with patience.

It is very relaxing and rewarding. And without any bugs.

3.7.08

The Flute Players Rx (or, a spoonful of long tones helps the medicine go down)

Inspiration may come from anywhere, anything, and can strike at anytime. In the Process vs. Goal posting, I vaguely mention some of the processes that one must go through to progress without developing too many bad habits. It also mentions that some (OK, most) of these processes are less than fun. So, after discussing these processes with a couple of students, they inspired me to try to put down a prescription for playing baroque flute. Or at least a loosely connected set of guidelines.

Start with The 20-minute Workout. One of the foundations, or fundamental truths, of playing a woodwind instrument, is the practicing of long tones. That's why it is part of the workout. Of all the things that my teachers asked me to do that I didn't, the long tone practice was the one thing I did do, on clarinet, recorder, and flute. Good tone should never be sacrificed for good technique. Choose substance over style, every time. Styles change. Substance is constant.

In addition to the 20-minute workout, another significant source of information for playing baroque flute is being aware of when you create tension in any part of your body while playing. Use "soft" fingers, "hard" wind, and take things one note at a time. For beginning flute students, you need an awareness for the difference between tonguing and spitting for articulation (former = good, latter = bad).

I now look at flute practice as a combination of martial arts training (which I studied for about 10 years), and basketball practice (3 years of high school, 1 year of college). In both activities, most of my workouts were spent practicing fundamentals: stances, kicking, punching, blocking, avoiding attacks, studying forms, doing them as a group; passing, dribbling, rebounding, defensive stances and postures, group precision drills, and, occaisionally, shooting practice.
And just when you thought you would be doing drills forever, my teachers/coaches would introduce situational practice, that is, sparring or scrimmaging.

The purpose of that method, which was very successful, was to get us to stop thinking about the techniques/fundamentals and focus on the situations. But we reached that stage only from slogging it out on the kung fu and basketball equivalents of long tones, trill practice, and using the metronome.

That last clause leads me to . . .

The Metronome Will Set You Free (or, it is hard to get lost when you only have to count to one). Originally posted here. Used and adapted, of course, with the author's permission.

Several of my students record their lessons. They say it helps them immensely in their practice between lessons. I've adapted my teaching style to help them on the post-lesson tape listening. One of the tape recording students, Student XYZ, sat down not long ago and said that after listening to the previous lesson, s/he was reminded of something I said a few years earlier: "Practice with the metronome every time you practice. It will set you free."

This, apparently, was a baffling statement. How could something so rigid make your playing more free and expressive? But somewhere between a few years ago and the recent lesson XYZ had an epiphany and finally understood what it meant.

When I give students the task of using the metronome, it is with specific instructions.

For example, the first thing I ask is that students play everything very slowly. I mean REALLY slow. My metronome only goes as slow as 40. I'd like it to at least go down to 25, if not 20.
We do this because playing things slowly gives you the opportunity to really program your body to put every note in its proper place, and gives one the chance to play a piece without missing any notes. That is the cosmetic reason. There is an internal component. Having a slow beat in your ear will help you internalize a slow beat when we start counting things on the half and, ultimately, the whole note. One or two slow beats per bar.

Counting to one or two gives the player, and the listener, a completely different feel (vibe, aura, whatever you want to call it). It takes a lot of physical tension to consciously count the small notes.

Musical Math example: One half-note at 40 beats per minute (bpm) is two quarter notes at 80 bpm. One half-note at 80 bpm is two quarter notes at 160 bpm. Counting on the quarter-note can lead to some fast and frantic toe-tapping (not allowed in my studio except when playing traditional music). Counting larger values forces you to think of groups of notes, and, ultimately, groups of bars, and not get hung up, bogged down, distracted, and so on, by a bunch of small note values. They are just notes. The big beat helps you turn those small notes into music. [Remember: the notation is not the music.]

Playing on the big beat gives you more freedom and reduces your responsibility to the time keeping. First, it is much more difficult to get lost if you only have to count to one (OK, sometimes two). Second, your responsibility when counting the breve, or the whole note/whole bar, is limited to getting from beat one to beat one on time. What you do in between, even when playing with others, is your own business and responsibility.

[Side bar: My limited experience playing traditional music leads me to believe that while there may be toe tapping, foot stomping, other percussive effects with various body parts, they are not used to keep people in time or to keep from losing their place (I seriously doubt that people who have been playing a particular traditional repertoire for years need help keeping time to the music). To me it seems they are another instrumental part of the music. Toe tapping in classical music, however, is yet another insecure bad habit brought on by a neurotic perception of what passes for a good performance. It helps you set the bar pretty low. "If I just don't get lost, then it will be a good performance." Right. Of course. That's all you need to be a successful classical performer, the ability to not get lost in a concert. Were that the case, I'd have run back to my accounting studies decades ago.]

For me, the goal of counting large note values (big beats) and recalibrating your internal metronome, is to expand it to cover 4, 8, or 16 bars or one large phrase as one enormous beat. At any tempo. That is your freedom.

An excellent example of an 18th century piece where you can use this in both slow and fast tempos (WITH your metronome in practice) is the Sonata in D, Op. 1, by Johann-Joachim Quantz. The first movement, Grave e sostenuto, and the second movement, a Presto in 3/4, are the slowest and fastest tempos from the Baroque. Grave e sostenuto according to Quantz (my memory may be faulty here) comes out to around 38-40 for the eighth-note (that's pretty slow). The Presto comes in at 168 for the quarter-note (that's pretty fast). With both movements, it would be easy to get bogged down on the small note values (38 for the eighth-note? We'll be here for weeks! 168 for the quarter? How will be play those 16th-notes???) and forget about the phrases.

But, if you've practiced counting breves and whole-notes, you'll see the phrases more clearly in the ultra slow movement, and be able to look at a couple of lines of music in the fast movement as one enormous beat. If you think slow, you'll be able to play fast. Don't worry, panic, or fret about this. You won't get it immediately. It is, as are so many of the things I ask of people, another concept that needs to gestate before it may be realized.

To sum up Pineda's Prescribed Method for Learning Baroque Flute (PPMLBF):

  • Use the 20-minute workout as your base.
  • Use the metronome during your 20-minute workout on both the long tones and the music practice (or longer; longer is allowed and actively encouraged).
  • Practice in front of a mirror. This will help, especially with the next item:
  • Become aware of tension in your body and begin to try to play without creating any tension. Tension in parts of your body not actively touching the flute will create problems for those parts that are in contact.
  • Keep your fingers relaxed, not squeezed or stiff, and make a conscious effort to keep them close to the tone holes.
  • Use your tongue and not your lips to make articulations (don't spit into the flute).
  • Remember: less sound equals more music (that means be sure to articulate very clearly), and while you are working up to tempo, play your pieces one note at a time.

    I hope this is helpful.


ps--Here's to Nick: sorry I bruised your arms and ribs so badly in the situation drills; if you had done what the teacher asked, you wouldn't have ended up on the ground, writhing in pain. And to Joey: if you, too, had done what the teacher asked, you wouldn't have gotten stomped by the two biggest guys in the kung fu studio.

26.6.08

The 20-Minute Workout (or, there is no excuse for not practicing)

20 Minute Practice Regime for Recorder and Transverse Flute Players

(This originally appeared at the Baroque Performance Clinic. Used, of course, with the author's permission.)

1) 5 minutes: Long tones (About 10 seconds per note)

Start on a mid-range note, go up an octave, then return to the beginning note and go down to your lowest note, chromatically.

2) 3 minutes: Trills for each finger
RH little finger
LH thumb (recorders only)
LH ring finger
RH ring finger
LH middle finger
RH middle finger
LH index finger
RH index finger

3) 2 minutes: Specific trills
Flutes
bb'-c''
bb'-a'
a-g# in both octaves

Recorders:
C recorders
e''-d''
bb'-ab'
c'-bb'

F recorders
a''-g''
f''-eb''
eb''-db''

4) 5 minutes
Play through your piece(s)/movement at tempo a couple of times, identify technical (fingering) issues.

5) 5 minutes
From the technical issues identified above, address one (1) of them. If you do one per session, they will soon disappear. Practice relevant passages with metronome, SLOWLY, forwards and backwards. When you can play the passage in a relaxed manner and correct notes 3 times in succession, then move to playing it at tempo. When the current relevant passage is played at tempo and without any body tension in the process, and each note is correct 90% of the time, the issue may be considered resolved. You may now move to the next technical issue. If one issue doesn't disappear in one day, go on to the next one and come back to the first one when you've addressed all of the other issues. This will keep your practice from becoming stale and also give you something to which you may look forward.


ADDENDUM (posted 14 July 2008)
This now becomes the 25-Minute Workout.
6) 5 Minutes
Chromatic scales. Slurred. Flutes and f-recorders, begin on the note a' or d", go up and back one (1) octave chromatically. Move up 1/2 tone and do the same thing until your starting note is a perfect fourth above your first note (e.g., flutes, start on a', start last scale up on d"). Do this entire exercise SLOWLY, until you can play the whole scale evenly. Then you may increase your speed. This exercise, believe it or not, actually has a goal: to be able to play the chromatic scale both very slow and very fast.

Then, begin on the note 1/2 tone below your first note (e.g., flutes, start on g#'), go up and back chromatically as above, then continue in a sequence down until you reach your bottom note.

Recorders: you are now done with the chromatic scale practice. Take a big breath.

Flutes, grab one ear plug. Put it in your RIGHT ear. You'll see why in a moment.
Start on d''', and go up and back chromatically to your a''' (if your flute plays Bb''', then go there). Do this SLOWLY for the first few times you practice this exercise, then in ADDITION to playing it slowly, begin to increase your speed.