Who knew people liked reading about auditions

Wow.  My blog traffic has tripled since I posted “orchestra auditions for non-musicians.”  (If you haven’t read it, check it out.  And SHARE with your non-musician friends and family who think you are either crazy or a failure.)

So what do I do next?  If you are still reading you might notice my topics are all over the place.  Violin, teaching, working out, eating, movies, etc.

But this is my life, this is the life of a musician!  The life of one musician, at least.  I spent many years practicing or working all the time.  And now I have the luxury of some free time, and I’ve dedicated it to MYSELF and my health.  And I discovered a passion for running…well, conceptually at least.  I think that working out and music have a lot in common as far as discipline, scheduling, and delayed results.

I don’t want to just write about music, or about orchestral life, or about “how to win an audition”.  (Honestly, that last one I don’t really know…I have only one a few auditions, and definitely lost more than I’ve won.  Perhaps I can write “how to lose an audition” instead?)  I used to think I would write a book about the life of a freelance musician…maybe I’ll do something like that on my blog in the near future.  Perhaps an improved “Mozart in the Jungle”….

Or maybe all of my {potential} new readers are frightened away by my randomness and great love of my cat?

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Can you believe that is a cat?  And yes, that is part of my purple music stand.  You know what, it’s cool.  I like my blog the way it is.  My parents read it, and Chris reads on occasion, and some of my friends read it occasionally too.  And you are all AWESOME!

But I will do some more posts related to day to day life of musicians so you can share them with your family Smile  I’ll also do posts about my cat, running in the park, my students, and post stalk-y pictures of my trainer.  I know you’ll be pleased.

Musicians in a box

I’m glad so many people liked yesterday’s post on Orchestra Auditions.  I wanted to write something about them because so many of our friends and family are confused about what it is that we do.  Now, the audition post doesn’t really cover that, so I’ll have to write another post later about the day to day life of a performing musician (even though my blog covers MY life, I’m technically not a performing musician at this time, so it would be quite a bit different).

When I was growing up I felt isolated from my peers.  I was an avid reader, I wore thick glasses, and I was a bit of a “know-it-all.”  I also played the violin and piano.  All of these things made me stick out, and when you stick out in school, generally people don’t like you.  I didn’t mind, because I didn’t like them either.  As I grew older I knew I would be leaving my hometown for college and wasn’t planning to look back.  (I also grew taller, got contacts, and became ridiculously-good-looking.) I was very serious about the violin and spent my summers and weekends with other like-minded teenagers, with whom I got along (generally) very well.  I became convinced that non-musicians were just incompatible with musicians.

I went off to college and surrounded myself for the next six years (bachelor’s and master’s degree: musicians are generally VERY well-educated) with musicians.  Other than family and a few select friends from home, everybody I knew was a musician.  We all shared the same problems, we all understood our successes.  It was a very homogenized environment, and at the time I loved it.  Yes, we had our own hierarchy—there were groups of “cool” musicians, those who considered themselves to be better at their instruments than the rest of us, but there were plenty of great people to go around.   Overall college was a fantastic time, though busy and stressful.

After I graduated, I got a job in the Charlotte Symphony.  There I made friends with members of the orchestra, but I was quite a bit younger than most of them, and they enjoyed telling me that quite often.  I felt rather alone.  Luckily I was able to make some friends outside of the symphony through a friend of my sister’s, and spent quite a bit of time hanging out with them. They were generally computer programmers who appreciated free symphony tickets so it worked out well.  This was my first real taste of “normal” folks since school, and the experience was MUCH more positive.  It helped that they had also been “nerds” growing up and had played in their school bands.

But then I returned to Cleveland…and again insulated myself with a musician only crowd.  It was easier, not having to explain our lifestyle, why we got up late (we worked late), why we only worked 20 hours a week (a common fallacy), why we had such dainty wrists (oh, is that just me?), and why sometimes we would cocoon ourselves for weeks on end practicing every spare moment and then become really depressed.

The problem with only having musicians as friends is that it gets a little boring.  Some people love to talk “shop” all the time.  Some people don’t do anything other than practice and go to work.  Some people are emotionally stinted, having spent most of their formative years practicing instead of socializing and learning how to deal with society.  And especially, when you are like me and teach more than you perform…you do get jealous…and tired…of hearing people complain about how awful the guest conductor is this week or how tough it is to have 4 1/2 hours of rehearsal.

But if you branch out from musicians, NO ONE UNDERSTANDS WHAT YOU DO.  And they do want to.  Recently Chris had an audition and I was attempting to explain it to some people.  They were most baffled by the fact that no one had been hired for the position, but their minds were pretty blown by the amount of time he had spent practicing for it (all of his time for over a month).  Few people even understand that a symphony job can be a full-time job!  (I remember the shocked looks on the faces of my extended families when I explained that).

That’s why I entitled this post:  musicians  in box.  We musicians put ourselves in a box.  And we need to take ourselves out of the box and branch out, meet more people, spread our love of music, and become better people for it.

Orchestra Auditions for Non-Musicians

I know a lot of folks reading this blog may already know about orchestra auditions, but if you aren’t a musician, you might be curious.  How does somebody get a job in a symphony orchestra?  In some cities, this is a decent paying full time position.  In other cities, it is not a full time position (or is perhaps a very poor paying full time position.)  Most of the players have degrees in music performance from major conservatories such as the Juilliard School of Music or (my alma mater) the Cleveland Institute of Music.  Some are not from conservatories, but very few do not have performance degrees, usually not only a bachelor’s degree but also a master’s or perhaps further professional degrees.

Let me give you a brief rundown on how one gets a job in a symphony orchestra.

The orchestra announces an opening in the trade paper.  If you are interested, you send in your resume.  They decide whether to invite you or not (different orchestras have different standards).  If you are invited, they send you a list of the pieces to learn, known as the “audition list”.  Usually you have to learn several movements of concertos, some other solo pieces perhaps, and a lot of different parts from the orchestral repertoire (known as “excerpts”).  This list can range from 15 to 20 minutes worth of music to several hours worth.  Then you must learn all the pieces on the list.  Many you may already know, but you must learn them ridiculously well (as close to perfect as possible).  Any mistake could cost you the audition.  But yet, you must also play in a style that makes people want to vote for you (yes, this is decided by a committee of members of the orchestra plus the conductor).  It is nearly impossible to figure out what that style might be, and yet you must try.  You must strive for perfect intonation, rhythm, beautiful tone quality, a pleasing sound, lovely dynamic contrast, nice phrasing, clear articulations.  It helps if you have a very fine (perhaps costing over $100,000 for a violin) instrument.

{Before that, you probably started playing your instrument at the age of 3, 4 or 5.  You spent hours each day in your childhood to adolescence practicing your instrument, perfecting your skills.  You spent your summers at music festivals and schools.  You spent your weekends playing with ensembles or traveling for workshops or youth orchestra.  You spent your afternoons practicing or at lessons.  Your entire childhood is likely defined by your instrument.  By the time you reach college, you (ideally) have already spent 10,000 hours practicing.  If not, by the time you finish college you should have, or else (and I’m being brutally honest here) you have no shot of making a career out of music performance.  Most people spend at least 5 years practicing 3 to 6 hours a day, if not 10 or 15 years.  Some people keep this up for decades.  Most people do not get a job in a major symphony.}

For each audition advertised, probably 100 to 500 people send in resumes.  Then perhaps, 20 to 80 actually take the audition.  To take an audition, you pay your own way there, you pay transportation, hotel, and food.  You show up at your appointed (randomly, perhaps) time, and you play a few things from the audition list, maybe five minutes worth, maybe more, maybe less.  Likely the audition will be a blind audition (behind a screen) so nobody knows who you are.  If you play well enough to stick out from the crowd, you might get advanced from the first round (perhaps 1 in 6 to 10 do).  If not, you go home and try again next time–tired, poorer, but hopefully a little wiser.  If you make it past the first round, you will play again, usually the same day, but sometimes the next day or perhaps you have to make another trip.  This second trip COULD be reimbursed, but not always.  (At least this is all tax-deductible).  Sometimes after the second round a winner is chosen, but more often there is another round.  Perhaps now only 2 to 3 people are remaining.

And out of those remaining people, there is no guarantee a winner will be chosen.  Too often the committee decides no one from the final round is qualified to play in the orchestra.

This is what Chris and I have been going through for the past 10 years or so.  I won an audition for a job in the Charlotte Symphony 10 years ago.  I was chosen from about 30, after two rounds only.  I played there for two years before deciding to leave for a wide variety of reasons.  Chris won an audition for a one-year position in the symphony here, which has led to 4 one year positions, but none of them are permanent.  I am out of the “audition circuit” at this time, as I feel his chances are better and my talents do lie more with teaching (also, in any relationship there must be compromise, plus I am too injury prone to really put in the time and effort involved to win a major audition, sadly).  But he is still in it.  It is hard.  And then, even if you are lucky enough to get a job (and yes, there is a large element of luck involved in addition to ridiculous amounts of hard work), in this economy there is no guarantee that the orchestra won’t go under!

Why do we do it?  Well…what ELSE would we do??

That’s my answer to anybody who wants to go into music for a career.  If you can think of something else you’d rather do, please go do that. It’s just not worth it otherwise.

You won’t love what you do most days, but sometimes you will love it so much that all the pain and suffering is worthwhile. 

Yogging

“I won’t be able to make it fellas. Veronica and I trying this new fad called uh, jogging. I believe it’s jogging or yogging. it might be a soft j. I’m not sure but apparently you just run for an extended period of time. It’s supposed to be wild. “

Okay, so it DOES sound a little crazy when you describe it like that Winking smile  And I must admit, the first time I saw Anchorman I didn’t even LIKE it.  In fact, I thought it was stupid.  Unfortunately (or fortunately) for me, Chris loved the movie and so I was forced to watch it several more times.  Each time I laughed harder! 

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Another great scene is this:

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Ron Burgundy: (lifting weights) 1001, 1002, 1003.
Veronica Corningstone: Uh, Mr. Burgundy? Helen said that you needed to see me.
Ron Burgundy: Oh, Miss Corningstone. I wasn’t expecting company. Just doing my workout. Tuesday’s arms and back.
Veronica Corningstone: Well, you asked me to come by, sir.
Ron Burgundy: Oh, did I?
Veronica Corningstone: Yes.
Ron Burgundy: Oh-h, it’s the deep burn! Oh, it’s so deep! Oh, I can barely lift my right arm ’cause I did so many. I don’t know if you heard me counting, I did over a thousand.

(This is what I do at the gym as well.)

Yes.  If you haven’t seen Anchorman, I recommend you watch it.  And if you don’t like it right away because, well, frankly, because the plot is AWFUL, watch it over and over until you do like it!

So on a related note:  are too many people running marathons?  From NPR:  Marathons, Once Special, Are Now Crowded.   If something is crowded, does that mean it is no longer special?  Have I jumped onto a bandwagon that is going out of style?  Is joggling the new yogging?

I saw that NPR story on Facebook initially, and a lot of people were angry at people who run marathons, for being rich and spending all their time running.  They thought that you had to run 8 hours every day to train for a marathon.

What do you think?  Do you like “yogging”?   Are you angry at people who like to run?  If too many people run marathons, does that lessen the accomplishment? 

And…in a country where obesity is such a huge problem, what’s wrong with a bunch of folks having a good time running for a long way?

Caturday

I haven’t really celebrated Caturday in the past, so I thought I’d start small.

 

Why are you interrupting my nap?  Plus I am so disheveled!

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I’m going to ignore you while I groom myself in the sun.

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Or maybe I’ll try to attack you!  Mwah hah haaa!  My claws are sharp and will leave deep scars in your fleshy skin.

She likes to hide behind the curtain and sleep for much of the afternoon.  This is a warm weather activity, as the windowsill gets too cold in the winter.

 

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You can’t really tell, but I got a pedicure today!  I really needed one after my season of running…I guess the half marathon season IS over for a bit.  My feet were really calloused, but now I’m starting fresh.  I suppose the callouses will simply build back up, but either way it’s nice to start fresh.

I wanted to go for a run outside this morning, but it was rainy and cold, and I am tired of running in the cold.  I want to get used to running in the HEAT, which isn’t possible in this weather.  I can’t believe that last Sunday it was close to 90 degrees and now today it’s about 50!  I also think its hilarious that I am always confounded by the changes in the weather, no matter.  It’s as if I honestly expect the weather to stay consistent, even though it just doesn’t do that.

I don’t have any half marathons on the horizon…the next one is the Rock n Roll St Louis but that’s in late-October.  There’s a couple things of interest in Chicago in the late summer, but I’d need a friend to run with or else it would be silly.  Jen is having a tough time recovering from the race—evidently she DID need medical attention Sad smile  I’m sure she’ll be fine soon, but I feel bad.

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Chris looked me like I was crazy.  I’ll take that as a maybe?

Week in review (long)

What a long weird week.  It all started (for me) on Sunday morning, very early, for the world’s hottest half marathon.  (not really, but it felt like it).  Let’s remember, I did actually throw up a little.  How awesome am I?

I don’t FEEL awesome.  I feel like the race sucked.  I want a do over.  I thought I’d have that awesome race feeling all week and instead I just felt like a failure.  I guess that’s life?

(I’m going to give you some more of the race pictures if you can make it to the end of this post—you’ll love it.)

After Sunday…came Monday, and Monday sucked more.  Auditions are torture.  I was a little maudlin.

The rest of the week has flown by.  My hamstrings have been ridiculously sore.  I’ve done some great teaching—IMHO.  I even set up the recital date for the kiddos.  It should be a good time!  I am really loving some of my students lately, even when they are super whiny like many of them were yesterday.  It’s okay, I felt whiny too!

I’ve also decided to take the plunge and go with shorts for the rest of the summer.  I have a few more pairs on order, of a few different kinds.  They DO show off a bit more leg, which I am self-conscious about, but I like the coolness.  I’ll just have to deal with it.

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Maybe if I pair them with knee socks?  Or if I had those legs?

Last night Chris and I went to “The King and I” for dinner.  It was a nice dinner out after a long week.  I ate too many noodles, but…oh well!   What’s funny is that even though I feel like I’ve been eating pretty crappy for awhile, I tried on a pair of jeans that had been too small (yes, sometimes I buy clothes small) and THEY FIT!  Guess all that working out is doing something.

I’m writing this while watching “Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix”.  I tivoed it a few weeks ago.  I am a huge Harry Potter fan!!  I haven’t liked all the movies, but I loved the most recent one, and I cannot WAIT for part II.  I actually don’t care for this movie, but I wanted to watch it anyway.

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That’s also why I’m so random this evening.  I’m distracted.  I’m tired.  I’m waiting to go meet up with friends after the concert, but that’s hard when I don’t attend the concert.  I’m sure it will be a fun time, but for now I’m just decompressing.  And wearing shorts!!

OH!  So I found this on the internets recently–

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I’m not a huge fan of the captions, but it’s ANOTHER cat that looks like the fatness!  Do YOU have a cat that looks like the fatness? Please reply in the comments!

I’ll end this post by giving you a few more race photos–

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And Jen, looking good! Especially the middle one where it looks like she’s whistling…

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She looks so hardcore!  I was referring to her as the ninja runner all day.  Well, all morning, until I become catatonic.

And then there’s Mike (and he knows I looked at these, he looked at mine too, I’m not being stalky…oh, except he may not be a blog reader…should I have asked permission?  Meh, I didn’t ask Jen either…) And it’s totally not fair that he had more pictures—I guess when I’m faster I’ll be ahead of the pack more and get more pictures, right?

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Obviously he was feeling a little better than we were at the end.  I couldn’t even fathom doing a picture at the end with my medal.  Maybe that’s why I’m upset?  That was my favorite picture from Phoenix…it’s on my mantle!

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Maybe Jen and I should put our (clean now) outfits back on and take some medal pictures together?  Or we’ll just have to try to feel better at the end of the next race, so we can be awesome rather than puffy, red-eyed and near death.

thoughts about violin, teaching, running, life.