Notice and Redirect

Hello folks. I am in the process of phasing this blog out. Why? Mainly, because I'm sick of always having to sign in and out of my email to write new posts. So yes, laziness.

But never fear, for I am still out there in the "blogosphere." You can find my new blog, starting with my observations from abroad, right here.

Enjoy.

Wrigley Field

The real question, I feel, is why am I not at Wrigley Field watching the Twins right now?

LIVE Classical Music Review and Discussion: Beethoven's Missa Solemnis

Well, the other night, I did what I promised myself I would do, and I went and heard the Minnesota Orchestra perform Beethoven's Mass in D Major (Missa Solemnis). Even better, Osmo Vänska was conducting, whom I had really wanted to see. And let me tell you folks, it was a tremendous performance.

Yes, I had to buy a full price ticket. Yes, I had to sit next to a weirdass in an undershirt who kept murmuring "bravo." Yes, I sat in the third tier. Yes, I have a crick in my neck that probably won't disappear for another week as a result. But Beethoven cures all ills. If he can suffer the most torturous irony of being a deaf composer, I can suffer a pain in the neck.

Having no one to go with, I decided to go alone. "The music would be my companion," I bravely told myself. Typically, I find music to be a most social activity. Some of my fondest memories in college and beyond consist of listening to music in community, be it live or on record. However, I think we can all recognize, that at times, music is most effective in solitude. Although the Missa Solemnis would undoubtedly be a brilliant piece to discuss, I decided to go to Orchestra Hall with the intent of (as much as possible), a solitary experience with the music. Which is convenient, since as aforementioned, I had no one to go with.

Music, as an art form, can be directed in many different ways. Much of what we listen to everyday is directed towards entertainment, towards popular gratification. Other forms, like perhaps jazz, are created with the end goal of the music itself. Art music, I suppose, music for the sake of music. However, as distinct and broad as these two categories are, I think there should be a third category. Music directed towards God, towards the Divine. And I suppose this third stream might be much more subjective than the other two, since people have many different ways of experiencing the Divine. When I think of this, my mind most directly goes to my experiences with the Luther College Concert Band. At the close of every concert, we would sing/play an arrangement of Bach's "Who Puts His Trust in God Most Just." Now, the band was composed of a great variety of people, who undoubtedly had many different beliefs. But in the playing of that song, something special happened, and we no longer played as we played the rest of the concert. Something spiritual occurred, be it an act of the band within itself, or the music being directed towards a higher purpose.

In my opinion, the Missa Solemnis must be the pinnacle of this "third stream" of musical direction. I wish I could adequately describe what I heard, the most perfect mix of chorale, orchestra, and solo voice. But alas, I cannot. However, it was, in a word, transfixing. I only wish I would not have been distracted by the visible musicianship of the orchestra and chorale, that I could have simply closed my eyes and listened to the music. Of course, that is not a feasible option at a live concert, since part of the experience is watching the vitality of the musicians. Such is life, always these decisions. Either watch the musicians and be distracted, or don't watch the musicians and be transported.

As an aside, isn't it interesting to juxtapose the vitality of the orchestra with the dullness of your typical classical music crowd? I think it's really a shame that the audience is almost solely comprised of old people... I mean, young people can appreciate good music as well. My solution? Do as the Twins do. $4 seats and $1 hot dogs. Add in some cheap beer, and away we go. Think of the fun you could have with Mahler.

Even more fun would be to watch Mr. Vänska. His conducting was absolutely fantastic, so full of energy and vigor. I was afraid at times he might poke out the eyes of some of the folks in the front row with his baton, the way he was waving that thing about.

Anways, for my own part though, I feel true "musical" revelation comes as a consequence of "listening," preferably solely with the ears. In a dimly lit room, perhaps with a glass of fine scotch, to be perfectly honest. Thus, I should very much like to get a copy of the Missa Solemnis, and listen to it at home. I think then, I'll gain a much greater appreciation for the music on an intellectual and spiritual level.

However, the appreciation I got the other night was significant enough for now. The power and intensity of the Mass truly is something to behold. I, of course, made sure to get a seat with a good view of the trombone section, and there were some really great licks for bass trombone in particular. It definitely made me long for my old friend...

Aside from the general intensity of the entire experience, I think perhaps the most superlative moment came at the end of the "Sanctus," where there was this enrapturing violin solo that carried over the entire orchestra and chorus. It was something else, to be sure, probably made more poignant by the fact that the MN Orchestra's concertmaster is retiring this year after some 20 years. And she played beautifully. Yeah, it was just wild.

So yes, I would highly recommend listening to the Missa Solemnis. Of course, it is somewhat of a task, being a good hour and 20 minutes or so of music. But it is also assuredly some of the most beautiful music you will ever hear in your lifetime.

In reading the program notes, what is so fantastic about Beethoven is not only his dedication of this piece to God, but also his unwavering faith in the strength of human relationships. I mean, if you have not listened to the Ninth Symphony, beknownst of its meaning, and not felt an incredible feeling about the state of humanity, I really don't know what is wrong with you. If you appreciated the ethical message of the Ninth, you must listen to the Missa Solemnis.

As was written by Beethoven himself upon the score, "From the heart - may it go again - to the heart."

Iowa City Recap/This Week

Hello internet friends. I've just recently returned from a long weekend trip down to Iowa City to visit some folks from college. I had never been to Iowa City, so it was nice to see a part of the country that I haven't been to before. And of course, I happily contributed to the local economy. You're welcome, owners of downtown eating/drinking establishments.

Iowa City is apparently the hipster capital of Iowa, which most likely explains all the tight-jeaned, PBR-drinking, and facial-haired self expression going on. If only I could be as interesting as those people. Damn.

Surely the lowlight for me was this free-form circus/band happening in the middle of the Iowa City art fair. When you can't tell whether they are hosting a gay pride parade or an anti-tax tea party, you know a problem is afoot. And it indeed was afoot. Very rarely do I find myself repulsed by musical expression, but I think that must be the only adequate term for that unhappy conglomoration of community art. I suppose that may be the hipster definition; "community art." I have no such qualms, and by the pretentiousness invested in me, I thus dub it "shit."

Really not much more to say. Good times were had, but I always have a good time with the Luther crew. Always nice to be with friends. My fun quota was fulfilled for, oh, I'd say a good couple weeks. Which would probably explain why this week seems so uneventful.

All year, I've been telling myself that I'm going to go hear the Minnesota Orchestra. And all year, I've found ways to avoid doing just that. But I feel this week, that must change. Tis' the season finale, and Beethoven's "Missa Solemnis" is being played. Anyone who knows anything about anything must then logically know that Beethoven is a god among mortals when it comes to music. I love Beethoven. Thus, it seems like I should probably attempt to get a ticket. I know I have a very provincial internet audience, but on the off chance anyone from Minnesota is interested in hearing some music, please, make yourself aware.

I had a messed up dream last night. I was trying to fly to Phoenix, but I had to first fly to Delaware. I don't know why I was headed to Phoenix. And all I had packed was a jar of peanut butter. That has to be interpreted somehow, right?

Anyways, back to reading about arbitration. It's really not that bad, but it's incredibly hard to stay motivated when there is no immediate class to hold me accountable. Maybe the whole idea of "summer responsibility" has just been eluding me the past 23 years.

TV Drug Ads

I was subjecting myself to the modern America's most effective form of torture today (namely, Twins baseball on Fox), and I really couldn't help but note the number of ads I saw for prescription drugs.

I did have to run to the restroom quite a few times after that beer the other day, maybe I really should contact my doctor about Flomax. Hmm.

The whole idea of advertising a product which is inherently out of your control is bewildering to me. There's this notion, that if I as a consumer/patient, read that two page ad in "Better Homes and Garden," I will somehow gain a more nuanced understanding of pharmacy and medicine than my doctor, who presumably has completed years of painstaking education. But of course, that makes perfect sense! It's amazing how much fine print they can cram into one magazine ad, so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. They try to cover all this up of course, by adding that small caveat: Ask your doctor if (blank) is right for you. Really though, isn't it more like, "this ad has convinced you (blank) is indeed right for you, so why don't you just run it past your doctor for good measure?"

As a nominal cog in the American health care machine (yes, machine), the strange thing is that once people actually find out the true cost of some of these glamour drugs, they are much less likely to desire them. Let's say, hmm, Lipitor. Lipitor is excrutiatingly expensive, and there are a host of similar generic drugs that may work just as effectively. It's stunning to see how quickly one person's adamant devotion to Lipitor will change, once they discover their insurance will no longer pay for it, and they are faced with a $230 charge. Per month.

But of course, for the folks in the ads, $230 a month must seem like chump change. Have you ever noticed, how happy and decidedly middle class everyone in prescription drug ads are? I mean, shit, the Flomax guy is flying his own plane! The Viagra guy is about to get it on with his absurdly attractive middle aged wife on his own private island! And these people, they have such interesting lives. It seems like every other person getting Avodart or some such thing is an accomplished blues guitarist, or a Hollywood model maker, or a professional golfer. I mean, I like to think I have some interesting hobbies, but how can I hold a candle to a guy who's hand-carving a boat? Or four guys who are having an impromptu Viagra hoedown in a roadhouse (see video)?

I must admit though, the Viagra ads puzzle me the most. The thing I've never quite understood, is do these men really need it? Look at their spouses. As a virile man, I have a difficult time believing they have ED under those circumstances. Maybe she has a terrible personality, but everyone in TV drug ads have incredibly interesting personalities, so that can't be right. No my friends, what would really be an effective commercial would be to showcase the sorts of normal men who actually need Viagra for use with their normal significant others. Shockingly, they don't all have hard bodies, and their wives don't look like gracefully aging beach volleyball players. It's more like beer bellies contained in a worn Harley-Davidson t-shirt. I mean, if Viagra can work for HIM with HER, than it can certainly work for YOU! If that's not a nifty little jingle, than I don't know what is.

Point being, these ads are ridiculous. Kind of like the Twins' road record (5-16).

Twins MVB Guest Post

Yes my friends, that is a recent photo of the scoreboard at Target Field. I'm sure most readers may not relate, but that is tear-jerking to a Twins fan. When you've been watching baseball in a plastic bag your whole life, that scoreboard out in the blue sky is like a southwestern vista. Cannot wait.

Since we're on the topic, I had the opportunity to write a guest post for a Twins blog that a friend of mine from Luther writes. So, check out my thoughts on these current Twins as (gasp) Kirby Puckett's heirs over at Twins MVB! Should be up on Friday. Maybe not my best writing, but it's something, right?

The Post You Were Expecting

I've been trying to think of some sort of insightful, hilarious, tongue-in-cheek post regarding the end of my first year of law school. I've actually been done for about 6 days and 19 hours now. But alas, the dry hilarity that I had hoped for has not materialized.

But to boil the whole end of the year thing down into one word would be easy. Relief. It's a very surprising feeling to spend time with friends, or go to a Twins game, and not feel this overwhelming sense of guilt that I should be reading about the commerce clause. Ironically, my write-on project for the law review is about the commerce clause. Go figure. I really shouldn't complain though, the commerce clause isn't too bad. Now, if I had to spend my free moments thinking about negligence or the calculation of expectation damages, that would be a bummer.

What have I been doing lately? Well, I've been perfecting the art of spending money, for one thing. If only that was an Olympic sport or something. I also went to a couple ballgames over the weekend, which was fantastic. There's nothing more satisfying to a humble Minnesota baseball fan than having the Twins beat up on a first place team to a nationally televised audience. Even if it took place in a plastic black hole.

Speaking of plastic black holes, the other day, I saw an image of the "Twins" logo being raised onto the scoreboard at the new Target Field. This is actually going to happen. Wild.

Since I'm on the subject, I think Joe Mauer may be an alien. Or some sort of baseball android from the future. But he surely isn't human. Right now, he's hitting a home run an average of every 8 at-bats, or something freakish like that. Because I have some sort of nativist streak, the fact that he is a corn-fed St. Paul boy makes it even more satisfying. If the Twins do not sign him long term, I'm fairly certain the Metrodome is going to become the site of one of those Branch Davidian style mass suicides.

I've got nothing else. A large set of digital condolences to my friends in the Luther College Concert Band, who had their Japan tour canceled due to the H1N1 flu virus. I wish I could adequately express how terrible I felt last Wednesday, especially being fortunate enough to make this tour four years ago. I was really excited for them, and looking forward to the homecoming concert at Ted Mann. Sometimes life just throws a curveball, I suppose. But for the folks who have worked all year for this tour, that's small comfort. Keep on going LCCB.

I've got some quality albums coming up.