Find It Yourself



Several times each year, potential students ask, “What can you tell me about the trombone studio at IU?”

While I am happy that young players have an interest in the trombone area at the Jacobs School of Music, I am discouraged by their lack of motivation to find the information, which can easily be found online, through the JSoM website. Mind you, these are likely the same people who have their nose buried in their “devices” all day and can find any obscure detail on the Internet in order to impress their friends. Somehow it doesn’t seem to occur to them to use that same process to find out about where they might want to further their study.

Being a successful musician is all about being inquisitive. One of the most basic first steps is researching where you want to study.

Unfortunately, I find that too many students want success to be handed to them instead of working harder than the next person to achieve it.

Here is a warning to prospective students: I won’t hand it to you. I expect you to work for it.

Proverb:
Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.

Now's the Time

This is a very good time for the “non-distracted.”

The curse of the current generation that I teach is DISTRACTION. In addition to college age students, I also see it in every age category in the outside world. Drivers texting, joggers running on city streets with earbuds/headphones, cyclists riding with earbuds/headphones. We can’t seem to do anything without being distracted. What ever happened to silent contemplation?

Are we so insecure as a society that we cannot go even a few minutes without distracting ourselves? Why not listen to the world around us? Outside of the obvious (at least to me) danger of the above practices, I mean, really…cycling or running without being able to hear traffic? Are you kidding me? I guess Darwin’s theories are still being tested and in some cases proven. I like running. I like cycling. I like listening to the world around me. I depend upon hearing the car that is about to hit me (likely because they are also distracted). Just remember that any encounter between a car and a person will result in more damage to the person than to the car. Yes, as a pedestrian, you (almost) always have the right of way… but are you willing to become a quadriplegic to prove it? Cyclists, legally, you are supposed to follow the same rules of the road that cars follow. That means, stopping at stop signs and not weaving in and out of traffic. Yes, you are saving the environment and getting exercise but please show respect for traffic instead of smug arrogance and frequently, militant defiance.

I digress…

I lived in the era referred to as B.C. (Before Cellphone…Before Computer)

I used to have all sorts of time before I got a cellphone and a computer---yes I am THAT old. All kidding aside, in the B.C. era, I had time to engage in real activities. The cellphone used to be a tool to bridge the gap between being traveling from one landline to another---sometimes only for emergencies. I remember when cellular phones first started to appear---they were the size of a brick. I distinctly remember the first time I talked on one while driving and how distracting it was. Of course, I got better at it---but in retrospect, was that a good thing? What am I missing because I am focused on a cellphone conversation? This type of conversation is different than a conversation inside the car because the person on the other end of the cell phone call cannot see what you are seeing (whereas a passenger can and will adjust their contribution to the conversation accordingly). Anyway…what used to be a tool has gotten more and more “smart” and is now a toy; a toy that distracts. A toy that tethers us to everything that has suddenly become all-important: Social Media. Apparently it is very important to know everything your “friends” find compelling enough to post. I can go into a discussion about how I tried Facebook, found very little positive about it and after a couple of years, deleted my account. I could write about how I didn’t have time for it…and I am successful. How can those of you who are not yet successful justify the time you spend on it? I could go on about how it is egotism, narcissism and voyeurism all rolled into one. Are you living your life or suffering through that of your friends? Does your sense of self rely upon this? Are you “somebody” merely because you have a presence on Social Media? Can your brain digest both all that everyone else is posting and still have enough resources left over to dedicate your mental and emotional energy to being the best that you can be? Apparently not.

It’s the dumbing down to the lowest common denominator.

If you can avoid the temptation of distraction at this time of ubiquitous distraction, you will be successful. If not, you will be just like everybody else, and that is the goal of Social Media.

Now is the time to strike, the opportunity is there…for those that choose to not be distracted.

Have you ever wondered how Joe Alessi, Michael Mulcahy, Gene Pokorny, or the younger generation of Tim Higgins, Toby Oft, Steve Lange, Craig Mulcahy, Jim Markey, Christian Ganicenco, or the even younger generation of Sam Schlosser etc. (the list goes on and on) got so good? When they were practicing, they were not distracted by their devices and Social Media.


Think about it.

4 - 1 Disease

We all suffer from it. It exists by other names:

5-2 Dysfunction
6-3 Deficiency
4-7 Dementia

or simple, Inattention to Intonation.

What is it?

It is the tendency for us to split the difference when moving the slide between these positions with one note in the middle.

When executing a passage that goes from 4th position to 1st position with one note in between, say, D to F (with an E or E-flat in between) or G to B-flat (with an A or A-flat in between), we split the difference and play the middle note in half way between, resulting in poor intonation. Be careful to keep 2nd position higher or 3rd lower, depending on the middle note.

Hungarian March as an example…the runs that include D, E, F, we tend to play the E half way between the D and the F, or a really flat E.


The poor intonation contributes to a lack of clarity. The condition becomes very obvious when it is pointed out. Half-speed play back will reveal the condition. Once you become aware of it, it is easy to fix.

Analogies - Sayings

The one thing all of my students would most likely say about me is that I am full of…..analogies. Part of my success in teaching is my ability to explain concepts in many different ways, which includes many analogies and repeated statements, which have evolved into sayings. Here are a few to whet your appetite:

Play a brain/instrument duet with yourself in unison.

Air is to sound what water is to the surfboard.

It is never as good as you think and it is never as bad as you think.

Be a salesman, selling sound. Tell a story. Take a chance.

Listen to yourself with the ears of the audience.

When performing solos with piano…lead, don’t follow.

You must be able to demonstrate that you know the rules before you are allowed to break them.

All your playing must match your best playing.

The audience hears with its eyes. Stay in character. No faces. Bow and smile.

Hard work and thought beats talent. The best is to have all three.

The ruler of the kingdom is King Air. Don’t allow Slide Guy or Tongue Guy to influence King Air.

Don’t articulate with your air.

Keep energy in the air at all dynamics and ranges. Energy does not equal speed, but rather torque.

Keep air ample and appropriate.


Develop a “pre-shot ritual.” Don’t start playing before you are ready.

Dogz

My favorite bumper sticker:

“Dear God, Please make me the person my dog thinks I am.”

Dogs have been a part of my entire life. Dogs breeze in and out…leaving lasting contributions then depart, leaving memories. In my opinion there are no bad dogs, just bad owners.

The dogs I remember:
At my parents’ house:

Simon- The Doberman who used to sit with his butt on the couch and front feet on the floor.

Abigail the Bassett Hound that walked so slowly that she nearly accumulated moss…of course, unless she was chasing the neighbor’s chickens.

Puff the stray who was found with one eye completely covered by matted hair. They were quite a threesome…Simon, Abigail and Puff.

Gus- The first Yorkie…died mysteriously…not sure why.

Bobby- The next Yorkie…not quite sure why my parents opted for this breed. Lots of work keeping the hair clean and brushed.

Cissy- Bitch for Bobby. They had a total of one puppy.

DD- Yup. Damn Dog. A Fox Terrier that had too much energy for us. We found her a new home. Great personality but demanded more than we had to give.

GG- Garbage Gut. A short, long mutt of some sort. Loved to eat.

Sean- The golden lab who was a gentle giant

Ernie- The Border Collie from up the road who adopted us. I really don’t understand people who get dogs and don’t take care of them.

At my house:

Samson- Ridgeback mix. One of the worst days of my life was putting him down. He had bone cancer and the pain got to be unmanageable for him. He was depending on me to make the call. It was devastating.

Daisy- Samson’s littermate, a Border Collie mix and my current co-dependent.

Emma- Daisy’s pal, a beautiful red mix of some sort…sad eyes…maybe a Rottweiler, Ridgeback mix of some sort.


I have lots of dog knowledge...as you might imagine. I strike up a kinship with nearly everyone I meet. When Daisy and Emma go, I am not sure if I’ll ever have another.