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I’m periodically asked, if I had to do it over again, would I? Would I spend more than half of my life conducting collegiate choral ensembles? The answer is always yes. I have been immensely fulfilled by my work—by my 22 years of music making with undergraduates at two previous institutions, and by the chance to teach and rehearse a lot of graduate students for 15 years at this one. I have spent my entire professional career at the college level—have enjoyed every second of score study, 59 out of every 60 minutes of rehearsal, 45 out of every 60 minutes of classes and private lessons. I’ve even managed to enjoy up to 10 out of every 60 minutes of committee meetings.
Anyway
you cut it, I’m a lucky man. I’ve
often heard people at occasions like this say that they were so actualized by
their work that they would have done it for free. I might have, too. Until I came to USC, a lot of people
seemed determined to let me try just that. But my family and I have always had everything we needed and
even a few things that we wanted, materially anyway, which is all that money
can really do for us.
So
yes, you betcha I’d do it over.
What
I didn’t expect was the degree of respect and affection I have received from
students over the years. I have
two folders in my files, one labeled Ego File and one labeled Soul Food. I used
the former for kind cards and letters from students; I would dig it out when
feeling insecure and feckless. In the process of weeding my files, though, I
decided to do away with the Soul Food file. That’s because all of the wonderful things that the students
have said to me really do satisfy my soul, get right down to where my
obsessions are—I just got it wrong about the Ego part. It was enough for me that those closest
to me in my work considered me a good man, an inspiring teacher and one helluva
conductor. That is why they are
represented so thoroughly at my table today—I couldn’t have done what I have
done without them.
Because
we conductors are essentially parasites, you see. We need a host body to nourish us, feed us, keep us
alive. That host is the ensemble,
which could exist without us. Conductors don’t exist without
ensembles, though, and I often wish more of them would keep that in mind. But I’m starting to rant again, which I
want to avoid.
Speaking
of Ego: I want it clear at this
point that, while here, I didn’t do the professional convention appearances,
the European competitions, the concerts with the LA Phil and Helmuth Rilling,
for me. I did them for the school.
I really did do them to re-ratify the importance of choral music on this
campus, to make it important again to my colleagues and my bosses, to make it
again a thing of wonder, justifiable pride, and long-term efficacy in the lives
of hundreds of young people.
Because only choral music has these magic ingredients: God’s
own instrument, the human voice; humankind’s finest achievement, language, and
the marvelous ingredient of a bunch of determined, dedicated, occasionally
inspired people who are all—literally--on the same page of great music at the
same instant, whilst picking pitches and vowels out of the ether--no valves,
keys, fingerboards, or animal skins to rely on.
It is
the ultimate team sport.
That
alone was enough for me.
Imagine
then, my surprise when my colleagues gave me this particular award. I was stunned. I was speechless. I had chills, and I damned near cried
in front of Dorothy Ditmer and Giulio Ongaro, when they announced it to
me. I had no idea that my
colleagues on the faculty of one of the five finest music schools in the
country considered me—Minnesota Me—worthy of this great music school’s highest
honor.
My
teachers, Charles Hirt and James Vail, received this award. My student colleagues from my time at
USC, Morten Lauridsen and Rick Lesemann received this award. To be in such
company is more of an honor than I could possibly have hoped to attain. I am not their equal—I don’t presume
that—but I consider it the highest possible professional achievement to merely
be listed on the same page with them in the future, forever.
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I am
almost out of words ("Deo gracias,"
say you). I have to say that I
really do hope that I have done USC proud, because it has certainly done me
proud.
I
thank the colleagues who considered me worthy of this, as well as those who
have worked with me so amenably the past decade and a half—Terry Cravens,
Giulio, Bryan, Debora, and Alan Smith, especially. I thank bosses who gave me opportunities I might not
otherwise have had, especially Rob Cutietta, the finest boss of my entire
career, who said, simply, regarding the then-impending 2006 Asian Tour: "It’s your turn; it’s choral music’s
turn."
Mostly,
though, I thank the students. They
made it all go. They always have, and I suspect they always will.
*******
I
must thank you all, too, for enduring this happy nonsense that I have just
tried to articulate. Please enjoy
the rest of your day, possibly with someone you love.
Good
afternoon.
Los
Angeles, 10 May 2007
