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It is one of those weeks where there seems to be so much going on, I can’t get my thoughts straight enough to write a new blog post. It is all good stuff though – I feel like I am about to emerge from the wilderness of Too Much Work, in Too Little Time, into a period of comparable calm.
This week marks the final week of the Prison Project. We are at the recording stage and the musicians, DF Sound Designer and I spend Monday in the studio. Tomorrow (Friday) we will be joined by Mr B, the guitarist and music teacher based in the prison. All the prisoners and children we have worked with are preserved in the project via the recordings we made in the workshops.
Monday’s in-studio time was great. We listened to some of the tracks that DF and I have put together, interweaving voices with music from our many improvisations, and added some further solos, riffs and vocals. Altogether we will have about ten tracks. Tomorrow we will get the guitar tracks down, record another solo Bach piece, and when we’re all done go for celebratory lunch, as it has been quite a bonding journey for us all.
Also this week, my 9am class at the University performed their end-of-term compositions. These are first-year Bachelor of Education students, completing a Primary Classroom music unit over 9 weeks, and they have to create an original composition, inspired by a chosen stimulus, working in small groups. I was thoroughly impressed with their work. Their pieces had structure and clarity, were very well-rehearsed, took risks with the new music skills they have been learning, were bold and innovative…. it was fabulous to see the performances one after the other. I don’t think I have ever had all the groups in a class score so highly.
Today I met with SY, the drama and story artist I collaborated with for a Professional Development day for teachers earlier this year. We met up to talk through the various pitfalls of freelance work as an artist working in schools and with teachers, designing and teaching content. I wanted to pick her brains about conference work, and how she sets about generating new work. She had lots of useful things to share with me, but even more importantly, it was so valuable to be able to sit down together and talk through the work, and various issues that arise with different employers. We talked a lot about money – setting fees, negotiating and communicating these agreements without putting people’s noses out of joint who think you should be cheaper.
I have been doing a bit of reading about Teaching Artist issues lately (as I ponder my future existence and if I want to stay in this line of work for much longer) and want to share a couple of interesting articles. The first (here) is a very comprehensive set of ground rules for artist-school partnerships; the second (here) a ‘wish-list’ for Teaching Artists. Both come from the United States, where issues seem similar to here, but where perhaps dialogue is more established.
I am thinking a lot at the moment about a career change. I am good at what I do – really good – and dedicated, with a growing profile, but the money is so poor! As life gets more and more expensive I have to consider how sustainable the work I have chosen to pursue actually is. A few years doing something less artistic could be a good way to go. I don’t know though. I would miss it. And I have worked so hard to build what I have. No decisions yet – and no rush! My main priority in 2008 is to finish my Masters. But after that….who knows? I am thinking about that time, at the moment.
It has been a productive few weeks at the Language School recently, as we gear up towards our performances for Refugee Week and the end of term. We are well on track.
I use the whiteboards constantly in the music class, as a way of giving additional visual information and reinforcement, but also as an important tool in songwriting, and structuring more complex performance pieces.
Here are a couple of images from recent classes, brainstorming words for songs and chants about life after re-settlement in a new country.
I had my first productive lesson with Lower Primary students all term yesterday. The odds were stacked against us – it wasn’t my usual day, they weren’t with their usual teacher, and I worked with them straight after lunch rather than first thing in the morning. However, the lesson went very well! So what did we do this week that so captured them?
The focus of this week’s class was on writing a song together, on the theme of ‘names’. Regular readers of this blog will know that the children in this class have spent the whole term using rhythms derived from the syllables of their names to compose instrumental pieces, both melodic and purely rhythmic. I wanted a song to tie all of these sections together.
We started with a quick warm-up. I got straight into it, with no preamble or explanation. I started a clapping pattern and they followed. Then we said our names 1 x 1 around the circle. We did a big stretch to get the oxygen flowing, and then we sat down on the floor and I asked them all to face the white board.
We brainstormed sentences with the word ‘name’ in them. What is your name? That is my name. Why do we have names? I asked, hoping to get some more unusual sentences. But that was a difficult question for them to answer. I didn’t push it, but kept things moving.
Brainstorming words like this can be tricky for those children with less English, or who struggle with reading. I didn’t want to spend too long on this task. Very rapidly I scanned our list of words and sentences and started to pull some out that I felt had strong musical qualities. I asked Ally (our music intern student from Melbourne University) to play a simple ostinato on the notes C and G on the violin. I invented the first line, and said it to them, and asked volunteers to sing it back to me, looking for a possible melody. We then, together, chose another 2 lines, devised melodies for them, and our song was complete.
After this, we passed untuned percussion instruments out among the class. Some played djembes and drums, the others a variety of small hand-held instruments (cabassa, guiro, tambourine, wood block). In two groups, we played the name-rhythms we had invented in previous weeks. We then practiced alternativing singing the song with playing the rhythms. This took us up to the end of the lesson.
In all I had their full and focused attention for an hour. Given that in last week’s lesson there was defiance, tears and uncontrolled giggling, I felt very relieved! Here is the song we wrote, which I personally think is quite delightful!
Tell me, tell me, tell me, what’s your name, what’s your name?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, what’s your name, what’s your name?
What is a name? A name is what we call you.
What is a name? A name is what we call you.
This is my name. What is your name?
This is my name. What is your name?
I spent the day at DF’s studio (he being the sound designer on the prison project I have written about recently). We had the task today of going through all the recorded footage from our workshops in the prison, and with the children and families of prisoners, and selecting the excerpts we know we want to work with in our recording sessions with the orchestral musicians.
It was a big task, as we recorded everything that took place in our workshop sessions! But I am writing this at 6pm and we are ready for our next studio day. We have a project title, and subtitles for four sections. We have started to plot where the musical and spoken excerpts fit in each section. We are also gathering short excerpts that could work well as transition music/sounds.
Here is how it maps out:
The other side of the window (our title, taken from a line in a poem by one of the guys)
Section 1 – What do you see when you look out a light window?
Section 2 – What do you see when you look out a dark window?
Section 3 – What do you hope to see through your window?
Section 4 – What is the most special or beautiful thing you have ever seen through a window?
We have two songs, with words drawn from poems written by two of the guys (and sung by our multi-talented roadie). One of the songs is linked to a much longer instrumental piece. We also have a number of guitar loops, that were the starting points for long improvisations in our workshops.
When we meet again next week, DF and I will first pull out all the short excerpts we want to use, and place them in the most appropriate section. We didn’t have these titles already in mind when we conducted most of the workshops – the idea only came about in our final workshop in the prison. However, lots of the material we have fits under one of these subtitles or themes.
We are working in ProTools.
I’ve been feeling worried about the enormity of this aspect of the prison project – recording work can be so time-consuming, and it is hard to predict how long it will take. Our timeline, however, is completely set and inflexible. Our studio time is already booked (from about 12 months ago). We need to get approval from the Prison Management on the raw footage we want to work with, before we can start moving it around and putting effects on it, or processing it and arranging it in other ways. I have CDs to send them first thing next week.
But it feels good to have met with DF today, and to start going through all that we have. Now I can at least be starting to shape it in my head a bit more.
I’m still feeling a bit weak and weary with life in general. Here is a ‘clear water’ image from Blagaj, Bosnia-Hercegovina – a place where I used to love to sit and just be still and calm and empty of all thoughts.
I feel tired and sluggish today, so don’t think I achieved a great deal. I did a couple of interesting things – went to a seminar at the University by an Italian academic named Roberto Fini. He spoke about the inequalities in the Italian education system. It was very thought-provoking. He spoke in Italian, and while there was another academic who translated for him, I enjoyed following what he was saying in Italian, and then seeing how accurate my understanding had been.
I need to replace my computer bag so I went into the Apple Shop in the Union building and looked at the range there. It is hard to find a good bag with backpack straps that looks stylish and isn’t covered in straps and clips and webbing and other ‘sporty’ looking things. I have a Crumpler laptop bag (it was very expensive) but the bag design doesn’t really suit me so I want to sell it and find something that works better for me. Today I was just looking, not buying or deciding.
Then onto to an Action Meeting for the Bologna conference. There are three of us working on a Seminar for the conference – preparing documents, invitations, lists, freight. I will also be presenting my research work-in-progress in a Student Research Dialogue. In fact it was a very productive evening – but that kind of productivity is normal for me now – admin tasks done at a speedy rate is how I have to approach every single day I am in the Orchestra office. No cruise time there (as I said a couple of days ago). So I just open up the laptop and power though the documents and cross things off the To Do list.
No, what was missing today was reading. I didn’t get to my reading list at all. At the moment I am working my way through a number of books on Interviewing Children. I still need to source books and articles that deal specifically with eliciting responses through visual and creative means, and ways of interpreting this kind of data. So far my database and catalogue searches have yielded nothing very specific. Suggestions, anyone?
One of the Sudanese girls in one of my classes – Edwina – had a tricky time in music today, and ended up leaving the class (her choice) to go and lie down. She is usually very enthusiastic, so I am reflecting a bit on what to took place today, to see what I can make of it. We started the class in a fairly focused way, with a game called Read The Circle. Here is how we played it:
- Everyone sits on the floor in a circle. I ask a few random people to go grab a chair, bring it back to the circle and sit on that instead.
- Once everyone is ready, I explained to the group that I was going to do some clapping and I wanted them to listen and look carefully. Sometimes they would hear 2 claps, sometimes only 1. They had to try to work out what the rule was.
- Their class teacher figured it out first, so I asked her to give the class a clue. “You have to watch G’s eyes,” she said.
- I clapped the pattern again. There were a few “oh!s” around the group as they started to form their ideas. I asked a couple what they thought the rule might be. The 2nd or 3rd child worked it out – that all those sitting on the floor got one clap, all those in a chair got two claps. And, I added, we start ‘reading the circle’ with me, and we finish with me.
- Now that the rule was explained, we clapped the circle together, slowly. We did it a few times. The group was pretty accurate. I noticed that one or two were not quite getting it – one of the Chinese girls, who simply wasn’t looking at anyone in the circle (so trying to guess, or memorise), and Edwina, who was watching me intently, and copying what I did, reading my gestures in order to know when to clap once or twice. She wasn’t looking around the circle – she was only watching me.
- We added a third element – several people standing up. They were worth three claps. We read the circle again, and after a few fairly accurate read-throughs stopped the game at that point.
Edwina struggled in this task. I could see how hard she was trying, and engaging, but she just couldn’t do it. I’m not sure if it was because it didn’t fully make sense to her, or if she couldn’t keep up, or … something else. I guess I don’t know what barriers there are to reading for some kids in any particular detail, and it is not something I have ever talked about with her teacher. Continue reading
When I finished school today I got called off to a couple of meetings, and I forgot to go back to the music room to copy and notate from the white board all the composing we did today. So here is a quick summary:
Upper Primary finished another section of their Aranea music, for Refugee Week. Today we made a piece called The White Room, depicting the time when Aranea has escaped the brutality of the storm, only to find herself in a bright white room, with no dark corners in which to hide. She still feels scared and vulnerable, bu is also thankful that the storm is outside, and she is now inside.
Our music is very atmospheric and eerie. Not a tune or melody in earshot!
It starts with a high, thin harmonic on the violin, long and unrelenting. Next, the sound of a hand-held cymbal with a metal stick being dragged slowly around its rim. Then the triangle, held in such a way as to deaden the sound, and played with a stick jiggled tightly in one of the corners of the triangle (sorry for the word ‘jiggled’. What does one call this movement?) In any case, it is very effective, sounding like teeth chattering, or thin bones trembling. Then, 2 more cymbals, this time being brushed with a metal stick in a fast, outward ‘whisk’ movement, every 5 seconds or so.
The rest of the class are dancers and singers, with 2 further children on drums, and one on cabassa. They stand in two rows, in a frightened stance, with their shoulders hunched and a hand in a small fist near the mouth.
They walk their feet quietly in unison. 1, 2, 3, 4. They say the following words every four beats, continuing their stamps:
Scared. (2, 3, 4) Nervous. (2, 3, 4)
Lonely. (2, 3, 4) Outside. (2, 3, 4).
Her heart is running very fast! (The stamping stops on this phrase, and the instrumental group also stops playing. The rhythm of this phrase is then echoed on the two drums).
She can’t hide anywhere. Someone could come and kill her! (The rhythm phrase is echoed on the cabassa and violin, and all the cymbals and triangle, held so as to deaden the sound).
The sound then stops dead and everybody freezes. End of section.
We have one more section to compose. I think it will be a song, a quiet, tired song, when Aranea makes it to a more sheltered place and can finally collect herself.
We will then recap the opening song and music.
Middle Primary continued their musical time-capsule. They keep amazing me with their gifts for melody and part-singing. Today we looked at Journey words, and my aim was to gather a list of types of transportation the children in the class had used to get to Australia.
Some of the stories and memories were very poignant. Some of the phrases that emerged were immediately sing-able. It quickly became a song, made up of vocal ostinati, in two parts:
Car and plane and bus, then train. Car and plane and bus, then train. Car and plane and bus, then train. Car and plane and bus, then train.
From Afghanistan to Islamabad! From Afghanistan to Islamabad!
Car to grandma, car to plane. Leipzig to Frankfurt and Singapore.
We waited… 2 hours. We waited … 4 hours. We waited… 8 hours. We waited 16 hours!
So sleepy, my dad had to carry me. So sleepy, my dad had to carry me
It ends very quietly, with each of the children whispering the length of time their own journey took to get here: “It took 3 days…” “It took 24 hours…” “It took 8 hours…” The whispering continues but gradually gets quieter and quieter, until, on my cue, it stops.
You can listen to it here:
No more composing needed for Middle Primary. Now we need to rehearse and memorise our four sections of music.
Lower Primary today were a bit unsettled. No, in fact, very unsettled. My plan this week was to set their Name Rhythms to specific pitches (that they would choose), to build up three layers, or two call-and-response patterns. By the end of the lesson, we had kind of succeeded in working out the latter, but I have no idea how much of the whole task and process the children were comprehending. It was one of those days for them, I feel.
…but my brain already feels a bit mushy. Today and tomorrow I am at the Orchestra. No projects to lead this week so time to be in the office and catch up on administrative tasks – designing content and structure for forthcoming projects.
K (the magnificent new Education Manager) and I feel a bit like we are capsizing in white water – strong swimmers both, doing our best to keep our heads above water, but struggling against the strength of the currents that are pulling us in all directions. What would the Taoists say? Go with the flow of the current, don’t fight it, let it take you where it will. I am not sure how this wisdom applies to our overworked environment just now…!
We certainly have some interesting work coming up. Soon we will start workshops for our residency project, at a primary school in the Western suburbs. This is a pilot project for the State Government’s arts funding body, and there is a focus on improved education and school outcomes, rather than just on making the arts happen in the school.
We had a meeting there today. I have identified five strands of work that aim to respond to the information we are getting about the school, its community, and its current priorities:
My three composition projects at the Language School are progressing well. Tonight I want to spend some time reflecting on each of them. My overall theme this term was to build pieces around journeys and identity; with the Lower and Middle Primary classes I also wanted to work on their pitch awareness, and start to hone their understanding of high and low notes, and how different pitches related to each other.
‘Identity’ is a big starting point for this age group – especially when there are lots of students with very little English, and a significant gender imbalance in the group (only 2 girls) which changes the energy, focus and behaviour styles in the group.
I find I often start with, and come back to, names – the children’s names. You can get so much musical mileage out of names. In this project, we have practiced clapping the syllables of all the names in the class. We string several names together in a row and clap the syllables one after the other, to make a longer rhythm. We set up two strings of rhythms and divide into two groups, and clap them at the same time. We practice our rhythmic skills by doing lots of ‘call and response’ rhythms, and multiple rhythm layers games, which teach the children to be aware of, but not put off by, more than one rhythm being performed at a time.
At this point we have narrowed our use of names down to two strings of four names. The rhythms from the syllables take up two bars of 4/4, and are:
- Ta ta ta (sah) ta (sah) ta ta
- Ta ti-ti ta (sah) ti-ti ta ti-ti ta
Last week we divided into two groups and performed the rhythms consecutively (4 repetitions each), and then concurrently. I want them to get used to playing a number of repetitions in a row, then stopping, but counting the other group’s repetitions, then starting again. Looping this kind of pattern over and over, often enough for them to start to feel instinctively what 4 repetitions feels like.