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Tina Davidson

Measurable Outcomes

June 5, 2022 by Tina Davidson

Children playing on homemade instrumentsMy three-year residency in Delaware is winding down. We sit in meetings and talk about outcomes or measurable results of my work in community settings.

Do my students get better grades? Are the women who are homeless more successful after working with me? Or, at the very least, have we created new audiences for the arts?

These are reasonable questions. If one puts in the effort and money, shouldn’t there be tangible, visible results?

I shake my head. It is really none of my business.

I teach because I believe the power of creativity is in all of us, just unrecognized. I teachteaching because I trust it will take root in some strange and unimagined way, in its own time. I teach as an act of faith; a spiritual practice. I get up every day, and do it. “Here,” I say, “this is what I have for you today.”

I find no master-strokes or large, efficient gestures. Only this one-on-one, slow work that brings others into a meaningful connection to the arts – hopefully. A commitment to work close to the ground.


Excerpted from Let Your Heart Be Broken, Life and Music from a Classical Composer  © Tina Davidson, 2022.

Listen: Paper, String, Glass & Wood excerpt, written for professional string quartet and students quartets

 

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: art residencies, arts in public schools, composing music, creative process, melodic work, music by women, music residencies, process of composing, Tina Davidson, women composers

How Will I Know When to Stop?

May 2, 2022 by Tina Davidson

Timothy stands close to me. When I move, he moves. He waits for me to play his piece with him and follows me like a shadow around the room.

I help Shante with her instrument, calm Ferron down so he can concentrate, and get sidelined by Brandi and Terrell. They work on a piece for two desks and their hands. Experimenting with fingers, palms, and fists, they make sounds on the wooden tops. I step back and almost fall over Timothy; he is patient.

Jake and Michael struggle with their invented notation. Jake’s faces contorts, he cannot figure out how to write his rhythm down. We put words to the melody, and suddenly he claps it with ease.

Timothy pushes me towards the piano and I grab a drum. His piece, Thrill Ride, is carefully notated in tiny print. Only he knows what it means, but he has taught me. He begins to play, his long fingers curving around the complicated chords. A dreamy look comes over his face.

“How will I know when to stop?” I press him. He continues to play, immersed in his own sound world. (McMichael Elementary School)

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Michael’s eyes are full of tears. His small body slumps in the chair. “It’s not fair! I want to work with the cellist.” Tears splash down his face. I study him for a moment, then settle down beside him.

Michael and two other boys were out of the room recording the rap lyrics to the song the fifth grade class had written. During their absence, the rest of the class completed their graphically notated pieces about Homer’s Odyssey. Today, the Cassatt String Quartet joins my residency. Each group will collaborate with a member of the ensemble. The three boys have no composition. I stall, thinking.

“What if you write a new piece for all of the string players right now?” I suggest. Michael runs for the markers and newsprint. Working quickly, the boys write a piece they call Rough Riders from Lotus Town. They fight briefly about how to notate the motorcycle sound.

After a discussion, the Quartet plays the piece for the class. Michael leans into me, smiling. “They played my piece pretty good!” he concedes.  (Nebinger Elementary School)


Excerpted from Let Your Heart Be Broken, Life and Music from a Classical Composer  © Tina Davidson, 2022.

Listen:  Celestial Turnings, string orchestra: excerpt

 

Tina Davidson created Young Composers program to teach students to compose their own music through instrument building, graphic and invented notation. Designed to enhance self-esteem and reinforce achievement through alternative measures of expression, the course culminates with a performance of the students’ compositions.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: arts in public schools, Cassatt Quartet, creating music, creative process, music residencies, original compositions, process of composing, students composing, Tina Davidson, women composers

Learn to be Embarrassed

April 4, 2022 by Tina Davidson

By the time I arrived at Bennington College in 1972, I had never written a note of music. In fact, I had never played or heard any music by women composers. It never occurred to me that women could compose.

composer Vivian Fine
Vivian Fine

The music department boasted of four composers on their faculty – Louis Calabro, Vivian Fine, Lionel Nowak and Henry Brant. They believed that all performers should be composers, and all composers performers. Moreover, they eschewed the academic approach to composition that prescribed years of study of harmony and theory before you touched pencil to paper. They saw no need to waste precious class time with something you could teach yourself, and preferred to teach composition by allowing their students to write music and learn from the performance of it.

My freshman music class was taught by Lou Calabro, a loose-limbed man with slight stoop and a strong New York accent.  He was quick to give us our first assignment, to write a duet for two of our classmates. There was little instruction on how to compose. Staff paper was handed out.

I was distinctly grumpy, and muttered something about how all good music had already been written and all good composers were dead. But I wrote a piece for oboe and French horn. Twelve measures.

The piece was terrible, and the instrumentalists complained bitterly about the scattered notation and lack of dynamics. I vowed never to write for that combination again. But I was interested, and continued composing for my classmates.

By the end of my first semester, I was hooked. I knew what I wanted to do in life. It was as if, looking out into the forest, I could see many different paths, but only one was illuminated. More than that, I wanted to know who I was, and composing music was a way of finding out, without revealing too much. It was a place of investigation and almost complete anonymity.

composer Henry Brant
Henry Brant

The years at Bennington passed quickly. Tuesday afternoons the entire music department gathered and played all the music composed that week. Wednesday night was the weekly concert. I studied with witty and generous Vivian Fine, a former student of Ruth Crawford Seeger, and with iconoclast Henry Brant, famous for his acoustic spatial music. He was small, brown and never without cap or sunshade on his head. Because he was opinionated and sometimes difficult to study with, I asked him to be my advisor and surreptitiously brought him my scores to look at. His rules for orchestration were brilliant; I still review his notes carefully before I begin a new orchestra piece.

As composing became my voice, piano was my anchor. My teacher, Lionel Nowak, listened intently, eyes closed, as I played. “Get into the piano keys, like clay,” he would say, lifting up his head and waving one hand. “Dig deep into them – don’t be afraid, don’t back away from anything.”

composer Lionel Nowak
Lionel Nowak

“Courage!” He sat rumpled in the chair, his right index finger raised, “You must always dare to make a fool of yourself, and then you’ll be able to do things you never dreamed you could.”

He shrugged his shoulders, “Learn to be embarrassed.”

Bennington College was, in the end, seminal in my development as a musician and composer. The faculty did not teach me how to write music, instead they invited me in joyfully and with generosity. They fostered inclusion – everyone was worthy of this particular creative process, from bright-eyed beginners to sullen veterans. They believed learning was doing, again and again.

They taught me the difference between criticism and critical thinking. The former takes a stance of superiority, the latter is respectful and self-questioning – what works or doesn’t, and how can I do better next time. They were at the heart of artistic endeavour – bold, generous, humorous, and supportive. They taught me as a fellow composer, one of their tribe.


Excerpted from Let Your Heart Be Broken, Life and Music from a Classical Composer  © Tina Davidson, 2022.

Listen: Render, for string quartet was commissioned for the Cassatt String Quartet

https://soundcloud.com/tina-davidson-3/render-2016-for-string-quartet-excerpt-2?si=2ce244ae90d64934bb8f9c02dff17e96&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: composing music, creative process, creativity, original compositions, process of composing, thoughts about musical composition, Tina Davidson, women in the arts, writing about music

Have Your Babies Or Tie Your Tubes

March 7, 2022 by Tina Davidson

She steps close to me, and almost whispers, “Can you have children and still have a career in music?”

Attractive and young, she is a successful composer, already teaching at a prestigious university, and married to an older, well-known composer. They are talking about having children, but she is not sure. I smile.

I can only speak for myself. Having my daughter opened me up in a way that I never could have imagined. Through her I found the courage to face my dark self which has allowed me to speak true in my music. She awoke in me the possibility of love given and love reciprocated, and connected me to lingering soft animal embraces and the wonder of discovering the world anew. It was a second chance of unknown dimension.

And yet, time was now not my own. As a mostly single parent, I crafted careful structures for childcare, combinations of daycare and babysitters, which, at any moment could fall through – an illness, an early dismissal, a snow day – all was in shatters and I was frantic.  I’d sneak into my studio when she was playing or napping, feeling the weight of my continual distraction. She learned, implicitly, that even when I was with her, I was not always present. My gaze far off, I would put her voice on mute as I tended my evolving work, moving energy around in my thoughts.

“There is a passionate case to be made on either side, having your children or doing without, and both sides are for humanity,” says Alix Kates Shulman, in her book, Burning Questions. “Have your babies or tie your tubes – whatever you decide, you’ll find out soon enough that you’ve lost something precious.”


Excerpted from Let Your Heart Be Broken, Life and Music from a Classical Composer  © Tina Davidson, 2022.

Listen to Core of the Earth, and Lullaby, from Tina Davidson’s opera, Billy and Zelda

 

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: composing music, Griefs Grace, process of creating music, Tina Davidson, women artists and children, women composers, writing about music

Fire on the Mountain

February 1, 2022 by Tina Davidson

For marimba, vibraphone and piano

Spring is finally here. The magnolia’s dark pink buds are ready to burst with color and joy. Quiet and peaceful, I yearn to open to this new piece like these buds.

I sense the work, the crackling of the opening. I suddenly remember a dream I had several years ago. Standing in an open field, I am behind a camera ready to photograph a large white horse lying on a flowered couch. I cannot get the entire horse in my view finder; I am too close. I step back, and the clouds part. I look up and see the red glow of the peaks – fire on the mountain.

The dream filled me with love, sexuality up on the mountain, glowing and hot. This is where I need to go, into the heat of the fire, which is myself.

I hear the beginning, muted piano. The marimba and vibraphone use fingers on the instrument bars instead of mallets. The rhythms widen and deepen, a counterpoint. But always a linear pull.

At Ghost Ranch, pastel by Tina Davidson

The form my music takes is a stream of movement, a consciousness liquid enough to become something else at any moment. Lean and snake-like, it is continually circular and linear, transforming in a seamless continuity. I know it is good; I also doubt.

My piece smolders with the fire within me. I bring the fire of my life home – the urge to renew myself, to integrate and combine with others. Sacred and profane, intangible and tangible come together in a wonder and beauty. It spills off me, like seeds on a rich earth. Ripe and overflowing, succulent and juicy, the surrender is to the sweet body. The delicious needs and urges.

I finished Fire on the Mountain today. It was difficult to write, full of the energy of love, storm and pain, and finally the bursting of the heart to a quiet, open melody.

I am reminded again of my dream of the horse and the mountain. Often, I stand too close to love and intimacy. All I can see is the whiteness of love’s flanks and abdomen, but not the fine outline of the body, the suppleness of the neck and the quietly etched flair of the nostrils.

So I step back. What is the alternative?


Excerpted from Let Your Heart Be Broken, Life and Music from a Classical Composer  © Tina Davidson, 2022.

Listen: Fire on the Mountain, marimba, vibraphone and piano: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5CIqP7Eu0Dg

Or on Spotify:  https://open.spotify.com/artist/2y5Z17bEilAiViMp9FMuJh

 

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Fire on the Mountain, lyrical music, melodic, piano, rhythmic, Tina Davidson, vibraphone

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