ackackack

Everyone here is much smarter than i am and i have 2791634712364946 things that i’m supossed to do and angela says that this place is “like a spa” compared to her last MFA program (she has a Masters in clarinet performance) and Ron says that if I feel like I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown by fall break, then I’m on schedule for new MFA students. I have to go look up obscure stuff about the hundred years war and i’m a week behind on my supercollider homework and there’s a big midterm project for supercollider and there’s some big projects in my compositon seminar and i’m suppossed to go to two sessions of a class i “wouldn’t normally take” and they have to be the same section of the same class and then i have to write some short thing about it, which isn’t too hard except that the profs have the right to refuse me admission, which apparently, they like to do and that’s due soon and next week i have to teach the students in the class that i TA how to use digital performer, which i’ve never really used, except i bought a copy three years ago and don’t use it because i HATE it because i can’t get it to do anyhting i want it to do, which is not really the best place to be coming from to teach other people to use it and i already feel like i’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown because this is not “like a spa” to me at all, unless you went to a mean spa that stressed you out instead of putting you in a nice hottub or something.
I just got a fantastic offer over email to play a 30 minute set of improv stuff at SUNY.
deep breaths
I spent many hours on the phone with tech support today. my dsl stuff arrived on monday and today i had some time to install it, but there’s no phone jacks in my room, so i went to the campus puter store to buy an airport base staion, but they didn’t have any and talked me into buying a much cheaper linksys wireless router instead. if i were smart, i would have left as soon as i found out they had no base stations instead of arguing with the manager about whether or not he should sell me the display base station for half price (cheap bastard) and i certainly would not have bought the linksys monstrosity and if i were msart, i would gave given up when it didn’t plug and play instead of debugging it and if i were smart, i would NEVER have called tech support, especially not called them back after they explained that macs were unsupported and i had to work out part of the problem for myself and see, if i had these better time management skills, i would have had time to work a half hour set out. maybe i can write an “Unpredictable Music” proggie in super collider and use it as my midterm project and then play it at SUNY.
So if anyone asks how i’m doing, tell them i’m ahead of schedule, according to my advisor.

Ack

For next week, we have your first personal research roundtable. This
should be a 15-minute presentation and 5-minute question period. The
idea is to air some thoughts about what you might be working on
towards as a final project and get some feedback. E mail me if you
want to talk about topics, though basically I’m open to anything.
We can refine our procedures for next rounds, for example decide if
we want a webpage for conversation, etc.

I’m thinking about saying I want to do something about songs from the 100 years war. But what would I say about it for 15 minutes?

Sleep-deprived paper

Celeste Hutchins
Proseminar
24 September 2003
Ruth Crawford Seeger Paper

Ruth Crawford was composing music at a time when an American compositional identity was just forming. Her influences and compositional tools place her in a matrix, where ideas and skills pass from composer to composer and from teacher to student. The ideas that she used are still reverberating through American composition.
Charles Seeger taught his students, including Ruth Crawford, about neumes, a musical idea that he gained from his historical research into early music. He also taught this to Cowell, who passed it on to his students, including Lou Harrison. Harrison was so taken with the idea and made such heavy use of it, that the first item in his Music Primer is an explanation of neumes and how to use them. His methods are the same ones that Crawford used. The item ends with “Henry Cowell taught me most of this.” (Harrison p 1)
The Theosophy and mysticism that Crawford embraced still echoes though American music as well. The KPFA archives contain a collection of tapes of Dane Rudhyar speaking about various Theosophical subjects. When I was cataloging the archive, I noticed the unusual titles and subject matter and asked Charles Amirkhanian about them. He spoke very highly about Rudhyar and Theosophy in general. Extrapolating from the number of tapes of him in the KPFA archives, I assume that he must have been able to influence a large number of people.
Theosophy also appears in Robert Ashley’s Opera, Perfect Lives. Ashley opens each section with, “These are some songs written about the Corn Belt and the people living it. Or on it.” One of the main characters is a Theosophist, something mentioned early in the series. In a later episode, Ashley focuses extensively on the Theosophist character and a number of Theosophist themes are discussed in detail. He repeats the phrase, “without coincidence” several times. If it is indeed without coincidence, it seems that the presence of theosophy in the opera is recognition of the theosophical composers from the Corn Belt, including Crawford. What more naturally belongs in an opera about the Midwest than a discussion of the worldview held by so many composers from that area?
In a more controversial vein, Crawford is also emblematic of American composers through her sexual orientation. As you (Professor Slobin) said in class, “It must mean something if so many of the major American composers of the 20th Century were gay.” It is, of course, impossible to make definitive statements about deceased people’s sexual orientations, and I cannot presume to know that Crawford was bisexual or perhaps even a lesbian, given that she clearly didn’t identify as such. However, from the reading, it’s clear that Crawford went though many of the same experiences that queers typically face.
Crawford was clearly questioning her sexual orientation while she was at the MacDowell Colony, and with good reason. Being repulsed by the idea of physical intimacy with a member of the opposite sex whom one is romantically involved with is a normal experience for closeted gay people, but, I’m told, is somewhat unusual for heterosexuals. After Gene left the colony, Crawford turned to a woman, Marion Bauer, for comfort. She agonized about her lack of desire for Gene, but the claimed that she nearly slept with Bauer. Tick very tellingly writes, “Crawford called [this] the ‘Lesbian’ subject.” (p 107) The “Lesbian subject” is very clearly a weighty one and something that she must have thought deeply about. With a “healthy curiosity, [she mulled] over the words of a lesbian poet at the colony who was after her to begin an affair. ‘You have to know what you are experiencing before you can sublimate it, she wrote . . ..'” (p 98) Thus she is willing to consider the idea of sexual expression only when it occurs in a lesbian context.
Therefore, Crawford was in flux. She continued to identify as straight, perhaps unaware of the idea of bisexuality. Her Methodist upbringing and current social mores probably pressured her intensely. There are no currently known examples of “statements in Theosophical literature either condemning or accepting homosexuality as unnatural or unnatural.” (http://www.religioustolerance.org/hom_theo.htm) Theosophy would not have provided her with a gay-positive refuge. More than being in flux, she was also in crisis. “Was she sexually damaged? She despaired of knowing.” (Tick p 100)
This crisis provides a possible analysis of her worry about being able to have a family and a composing career. If one is repulsed by the idea of procreating, of course one will find reasons not to have a family. Crawford’s worries and ideas about sexuality are familiar to me, as a lesbian with a religious upbringing. She shares a large part of the gay experience. These experiences also demonstratably affected her writing as they were occurring, as her romantic crises caused writer’s block and her rejuvenation when Bauer got her creative juices flowing again. They also may help explain some of her wishy-washiness throughout her compositional period. She was someone in crisis, with an uncertain sense of identity and who was wrestling with large personal questions. Is it any wonder, then, that she felt overwhelmed by writing an orchestra piece even though she had written large pieces before?
This string quartet that she wrote instead is masterful. It has beautiful use of dissonance and a melodic character, with a unique voice. It’s certainly a smaller piece than a symphony and it makes it tempting to speculate what amazing things she might have written, had she not stopped composing and subsequently died before she could start again. It’s also tempting to speculate on why she stopped composing. Did she find compositional strength in her personal uncertainty? (Facetiously: Does a gay (or questioning) identity compel one to compose?) Speculating further, if she indeed was a lesbian, then why did she marry Seeger? Some people agonizingly question their sexual orientation only to discover that they are straight. Or, she may have been bisexual. Perhaps she merely changed. Sexual orientation can be fluid. I have a friend (who wishes to remain anonymous) who describes the (now discarded) heterosexuality of her youth by saying that, “[she] was a willing, even enthusiastic participant.” It’s worth noting that a large portion of Crawford and Seeger’s courtship took place via letters, so she could achieve the meeting of minds that she craved without the specter of a possibly alarming physical expression looming immediately over her.

It’s midnight

and my damn paper isn’t done. and i didn’t have enough material to leave the gay question alone and now the paper is too long and i haven’t yet mentioned anything about her compositional technique except neumes, to say that her teacher also taught Henry Cowell who taught the same idea to Harrison, who put it on page one of his Music Primer.
Harry Partch didn’t have testicles.
It’s true. I read it on the otherminds website. I wonder if I could fit this into my paper too.

Feedback

I got the feedback from my Harrison paper/presentation. the prof said that it was well researched and I should write the suthors, but it was a minor issue and that he had hoped I would speak more broadly about Harrison as an American (TM) Composer.
So I think I’ll shelve my Ruth Crawford was so queer thesis . . .

schedule








Semester Course ID Sec Title Credit Days Start End Location Grade
Fall 03
  MUSC222 01 Computers in Music 1 ..T.R.. 01:10PM 02:30PM RHH003 A-F
          ..T.R.. 12:10PM 01:10PM RHH003 A-F
  MUSC452 01 Javanese Gamelan–Advanced 1 .M..R.. 08:00PM 10:00PM WMH A-F
  MUSC500 01 Graduate Pedagogy .5 Every Other Tuesday 5:00pm 7:00 pm MST 301 CR/U
  MUSC508 01 Grad Seminar In Composition 1 .M….. 09:00AM 12:00PM MST301 A-F
  MUSC510 01 World Music Studies 1 …W… 09:00AM 12:00PM MST301 A-F
  MUSC530 01 Colloquium .25 …W… 04:15PM 05:45PM RHH003 CR/U

Plus I TA from noon – 2:30 on tuesday and thursdays and by appointment.

My Copious Free Time

I’m ashamed to admit that I don’t know what “copious” means. I just know this phrase means that one is unlikely to get to whatever project is being proposed. “I’ll get to that in my copious free time.” Is it ironic? I’m so ignorant.
You may be wondering what I do with myself when I’m not reading hundreds of pages about composers, writing homework assignments in Super Collider, and sitting in 27.5 hours of lecture and 3 hours of Gamelan playing per week. Well, sometimes I walk Xena. sometimes I got the store to buy produce (alas the produce store is closed on mondays). sometimes I sleep.
I went to a party at Sumarsam’s house yesterday. He’s the professor in charge of the Gamelan. He’s also director of the grad program. He had a party for faculty, grads and gamelan players yesterday. Only a few grads came because it was not well publicized before thursday night. there are not classes on friday, so many folks go to a nearby big city for the threeday weekend and thus didn’t hear about it until it was too late. Anyway, it was groovy. there was a lot of food, all of which was really, really good. Alvin Lucier came (THE Alvin Lucier) and I heard a student comment “this is the first time that I’ve seen Alvin at a party.” I haven’t really talked to Alvin since arriving, since I didn’t think he remembered meeting me from before and he’s kind of intimidating. Well, he’s not intimidating but the famous composer thing is intimidating. Anyway, he sat down next to me and said he was “mixing” at the party and asked who I was. when I told him that I met him in the spring, he remembered that, which is good, as I was initally alarmed thinking that perhaps I had been entirely forgettable. Anyway, he asked what I was writing and I explained that I was in three seminar classes and he said that I shouldn’t spend all my time on papers or I would give composers a bad name, since we’re supossed to be lazy. He told me to bring by my latests composition project on wednesday.
So right now, I’m writing a paper about RCS (see previous post) due wednesday morning. I’m preparing a lesson plan for teaching analog synthesis to grad students and undergrads (this is a half hypothetical pedagogy exercise. I actually will be presenting synthesis to undergrads) due tuesday night. God knows what due for for the Supercollider class on tuesday. Periodically I email code to Ron (the teacher. My advisor.) that is somehow related to what we did in class, but often only barely. The class is covering SuperCollider 2.x. the latest version is 3.0bx, out for OSX instead of OS9. [You can skip the geeky stuff] My OS9 system is pretty much ded, and I like being cutting edge, so because I want the class to be useful six months from now and when I go home, i keep trying to do stuff with SC3. The main difference between 2 and 3 is kind of an obscure thing (OSC is some UCB thing that’s very popular these days and is important in SC3 and absent in SC2, so there’s a semi-major redesign), which causes many of the methods of creating a “synth” and getting it to play to be completely different. As you can imagine, getting something to play in a computer music is pretty important. the help files in SC3 contain broken code. After all, it’s only beta. Christi thinks I’m being stupid (that’s not her exact words) and I should just do what the rest of the class is doing. she has a point. OTOH, why am I taking a class to learn something that I can’t use? It’s not like I need more experience taking CS classes. Especially one taught by a music professor. Ye gods.
anyway, ron seems happy about what I’m up to. Right this very second, I’m compiling the latests CVS version of SuperCollider 3 on the computer in the recording studio. I have root passwords to all department lab machines. Go me

Perfect Lives

the geeky portion is over. skip down to here

Blue Gene Tyranny is coming here on wednesday. It has something to do with the Bechstein piano in Russel house, I think. This school is swimming in pianos. From where I’m sitting I can see four of them (and three harpsichords) in just two classrooms. But some alum decided the school needed another one and so donated a turn of the century german baby grand made by Bechstein. It has been lovingly restored and put in Russel House, an admin building. They shoudl ahve stuck it India House. India House only has an upright and something traumatic happened to it and so it sounds like it’s been possed by demons. Deborah tried tuning it, but suceeded only in lowering some of the tuning and making it sound more weird. Anyway, there’s a new (old) Bechstein and the piano-type people (which seem to be lurking around in disturbing numbers) and very excited. A concert series is going on. Angela and I went on saturday to see Neely Bruce play Debussy and Chopin on the piano. It was a house concert and we showed up when it was supossed to start and ended up sitting three rooms away from the piano, althought I was line-of-sight to the keyboard. Loud motorcycles periodically went roaring past on the main drag, and the School is conviently located right in the middle of all the emergency services, so some sirens went by, and it’s next to the Italian Catholic Church, so some bells rung. It reminded my of John Cage’s story in Interdeterminancy about Christain Wolff playing the piano. Wolff was playing next to an open window and outside noises were sometimes drowning him out. someone asked him to repeat playing the piece with the window shut. He said that he would, but the sounds coming in through the window had in no way interrrupted or interfered with the music.
I dunno what Chopin or Debussy would have thought about mid 20th century experimentalist ideas, but I was ok with it. Actually, the bells provided some unexpected nice sonorities.
Anyway, Blue Gene Tyranny is coming, so I checked Perfect Lives out of the library. This is Robert Ashley’s opera for television. BGT is in it as Buddy, the World’s Greatest Piano Player. He improved all his parts and was (i think) a mjor collaborator in the compositional process. It’s organized in seven half hour long segments. It’s “some songs about the Corn Belt and the people living in it. Or on it.” It aired on BBC 4 about 20 years ago. Despite it’s intensely American theme and that the visual FX were very similar to what would have been in a music video of that era, and thus it’s relative accessibility, it was too weird for even PBS, I guess. Anyway, Angela and I watched all of it. Deborah watched a section or two and was disturbed about the oddness of it and went to do other work, so maybe PBS was right. Actually, I’m copletely ignorant of it’s broadcat history outside of it’s BBC premiere, maybe PBS aired it. I dunno.
One of the main charecters in it, who is going to Indiana to get married is a vegetarian theosophist. Ruth Crawford Seeger was a theosophist, something I’d never even heard of before wednesday. It’s weird how things intersect like that. Dane Rudhyar and a bunch of midwestern composers in the 1920’s were also into theosophy. It got it’s start in the US at the Chicago world’s Faire in the 1890’s. I’m sure that it’s inclusion in an opera about the Corn Belt is no coincidence. (there is no coincidence.) (I’m surprised to see it classified under “occult” in dmoz. It ought to be moved. And someone ought to add @links to the theosophist composers. ok, i just emailed the editor.)

writing music

I’m writing a piece for hammer duclimer, for Deborah. It’s going to be based on the fibbonacci series. One part will be 8 – 5 – 3- 2 – 1 and the other will be 2 – 3 – 5 – 8- 5. I’m using half rests as seperators. So for 8, there will be 8 beats of information (including quarter rests) and then two beats of rest. for five, there will be five beats of information and two beats of rest. For three, there will be three beats of information and two beats of rest. I say “information” because I haven’t yet decided whether I will use solresol for musical material or a pentatonic mode (don’t worry, i don’t know what a pentatonic mode is either.) If I use solresol, I only have acess to words that are four notes long, so I will have to use rests between words, and the rests are needed to keep the words seperated, so they count as information. So one part has 29 beats and the other has 33 beats. So, if the go ostinato (that means repeating over and over again), there will be 957 beats until they line back up. If it goes at one beat per second, that’s a very repetitve 16 minute piece. I just have to get some of that down by Wednesday

That is all

I have now squandered my class time. I could have returned my overdue Perfect Lives tapes to the library. I could have downloaded the solresol dictionary. I could have gone back to sleep. My alarm clock has tweaked out. It now rings within about 15 or 20 minutes (either direction) of when I set it. the alarm thignee is analog, so it wasn’t all the precise to start out with. It and my cell phone are in danger of being flung from open windows. If I went to bed earlier, it wouldn’t bother me to wake up half an hour earlier in the morning. yeah. zzzzzzzzz

I have no class

Neely Bruce’s wife’s aunt died and thus my class this morning was cancelled. (what did you think I meant?
I haven’t been posting much lately because I am busy busy busy. Also, since my DSL isn’t arriving for five more days (or thereabouts. i’m not sure. i think the phone that tiffany gave me might be broken. either that or i have no working phone jacks), i have to walk to the puter lab to blog and usually i won’t go to the lab unless i have a paper to write and i’m so studious that i never wait till the last second, trying futilely to print at 2:00 am. *cough*

Ruth Crawford Seeger was so queer

My paper this week will be about Ruth Crawford Seeger: groovy composer related to Pete Seeger, I think as a step mom. She was so so so queer. Of course, her biographer does convoluted summersaults trying to explain away how Crawford wrote in her diaries that she was burning with desire for Madam whats-her-name. It’s clearly a spiritual sort of desire. It means nothing that the thought of getting nookie with her boyfriend repulsed her (the only one by the time she’s 20-something) . The close friendship that she formed with a woman right after that, in which she nearly went for the neck and had to ponder “the lesbian question” afterwards in her diary, well, she didn’t go for the neck, so she must be STRAIGHT. Yes, she finally married her very critical and evil composition teacher, so she must be STRAIGHT. Bi people don’t exist and she’s not a lesbian because she married Charles Seeger (and stopped composing and got into his folk song trip instead) so she’s STRAIGHT. Pay no attention to the queerness behind the curtain.
If you have to ask “the lesbian question,” the answer is probably yes. You’re prolly queer. You’re a bidyke or you’re a homodyke. Don’t die wondering. Ect.

Silence is published by Wesleyan

>>>>As we head back to press for another printing of John Cage’s
>>>>SILENCE, we also might want to celebrate this book’s performance

>>>>on the Wesleyan list. Stats:
>>>>
>>>> *This is the 14th printing
>>>> *We’ve sold 40,366 copies, to date
>>>> *Net revenue generated amounts to $203,455.83 for this title alone

Grumpy paper

Celeste Hutchins

Proseminar

17 September 2003

 

Harrison writes in his Music Primer,

To Avoid the Monstrosities that might be done to your vocal works in
translations, make one version yourself directly in the international language
endorsed by UNESCO – Esperanto. This language is particularly musical anyway,
more so, I think, than the majority of ethnic tongues, which, like Topsy, “just
growed.” (p 22)

Harrison
is clearly very serious about Esperanto, even going as far as to teach it
through a gay organization in San Francisco and to write several E-o (E-o is
the “official” Esperanto abbreviation for “Esperanto”) manifestos. Amy Cook,
Lou‚’s sign language instructor, describes him as “passionate” about E-o. So
much so that in his primer, he goes so far as to list Dr. Zamenhof, inventor of
Esperanto in his list of the most influential figures of the nineteenth
century.

Morris,
Blake, Zamenhof, Whitman & maybe Dolmetsch – Darwin too & Thoreau;
those are the great geniuses of the west in the 19th century, the
ones still disturbing, awakening, arousing, fertilizing & revealing us. (p
41)

The E-o “movado” was equally taken by Harrison,
sending a delegation out to meet him in Tokyo, when he arrived for the 1961
East-West Music Encounter in Tokyo. (Miller p. 57) Similarly, the E-o community
at San Francisco State provided him with a premiere of his work, La Koro
Sutro
. Charles Amirkhanian, former
music director of KPFA (and current director of Other Minds), recalled the
concert in an email,

I do remember attending that concert and it was
packed. I think it was in Knuth Hall in the Music Dept. and they used Lou’s
first gamelan, the American gamelan built w/ Bill Colvig. We did find a tape in
the archives of Lou speaking about that time about that gamelan, made with
metal pipes used normally to route electrical lines. The conduit was ground
down by Bill using an oscilloscope to get exact tunings. Lou was wild with
enthusiasm about the sound and tuning and that Bill could pull off this
miracle.

About
the lectures, Amirkhanian said, “We do have a recording, I think, of the 1972
performance of La Koro Sutro. We don’t have the lectures. I guess there wasn’t
much hope of broadcasting an entire lecture in Esperanto.” Despite KPFA’s fears
of an insufficient audience, Miller reports that “329 participants from
twenty-eight countries” attended the lectures. (p 64) ELNA, the Esperanto
League for North America sells a CD of La Koro Sutro, via their E-o book catalog. They describe it saying,
“[T]his collection by the world famous Lou Harrison is . . . a masterpiece in
any language. An innovator of musical composition and performance who
transcends cultural boundaries, Harrison’s highly acclaimed work juxtaposes and
synthesizes musical dialects from virtually every corner of the world.” (http://esperanto-usa.hypermart.net/butiko/butiko.cgi)
He was awarded a lifetime honorary membership to ELNA and is well known
throughout “Esperantio.” Someone
on an E-o email list concerning music asked, “Cxu ekster Lou Harrison neniam
ekzistis emo, ‘serioze’ verki pri iaj esperantaj poemoj?” Do there exist,
outside of Lou Harrison, serious works with Esperanto poems? (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/per-esperanto-muziko/message/232)

         Despite
how seriously Lou took E-o and how seriously the movado takes him, Miller clearly does not take this
seriously. For instance, she describes the premiere of La Koro Sutro as taking place, “during a week-long seminar at San
Francisco state University.” (p 64) It is extremely likely that the “seminar”
was actually NASK, La Nord-Amerkio Sumera Kursaro, an annual E-o language summer school, which, “[p]rior
to 2002, . . . was hosted for 31 years at San Francisco State University.” (http://www.esperantic.org/educationalprojects.htm)
On the same page, she says that “this postconfrence” followed “the 1972 World
Esperanto Convention in Portland.” There does indeed exist an annual
international convention of E-o speakers. The correct name for this is the Universala
Kongreso
.

         She
similarly fails to accurately report names of E-o organizations when talking
about the 1961 Conference in Tokyo, saying, “Harrison wrote to the fine arts representative
of the International Esperanto Association in Tokyo.” (p 57) I would very much
like to read a copy of this letter, but I can find no mention of such an
organization via Google searches in English or E-o. There does exist a Universal Esperanto Association. There also exists a “passport
service,” which provides the kind of lodging and translation services that Lou
received from the representative of this mysterious organization. There also
exists a Japana Esperanto-Instituto,
which has existed continuously (except for 1944) since 1906. Many organizations
in Japan that want to reach an international audience use E-o, including some
scholarly journals. I have an impression of Japan as an extremely wired
country, so it seems like the “International Esperanto Association in Tokyo”
would be mentioned somewhere on-line.

         Lou
took sign language as seriously as he took E-o, yet it merits hardly a mention.
Amy Cook (who was my housemate for a few years) taught Lou sign language twice
a week, in 1.5 hour sessions from 1991 until 1996 or 1997. I talked to her by
phone after finishing Miller’s book. Amy was unhappy to learn that she was not
mentioned in the book, since she was very close to Harrison. During the time
she was my housemate, Lou called her and said that he and Bill Colvig wanted to
adopt her and told her she should find and fill out the appropriate paperwork. She
considered this offer, since her own parents are gone, but in the end, decided
against it. I remember this happening, star struck as I was, that Lou
Harrison
was calling her up on the
phone!

         During
all the time that she taught Harrison sign language, Cook reports that he never
once mentioned his deaf former roommate, who is mentioned twice in the
biography. Cook explained that Lou’s neighbor George, which whom Lou was very
close, had gone mostly deaf. Her classes initially included Bill, but her
dropped out very quickly. After that it was Lou, George and Marian, George’s
girlfriend. Harrison was the organizer of the class. He was enthusiastic and “unafraid”of trying new signs. He “would go to any deaf event he could go to.” Cook
recalled a flying with Harrison to Seattle to see a sign language play and was
struck by his generosity in paying her way. He combined some of his interests
in constructed languages by reading about gestuno, an international sign
language, similar in motivation to E-o.

            Cook
painted a less saintly image of Harrison than Miller. She said, “He had a lot
of things going on . . . internally‚” and said that, “he seemed complicated”
and to be ‚”going through complicated stuff.” She went so far as to call him “high
maintenance.” She attributed some of this to health problems, such as pain in a
nerve in his face, and some to his “brutal” schedule. He was booked a year in
advance and always seemed to be writing something. He worked hard and continuously,
writing, traveling and teaching gamelan at Cabrillo Community College. He was continuously
doing something, if not working, then partying and was generally very
passionate about everything. Cook hypothesized that he welcomed the relief of
the sign language classes and so created unintensive lesson plans. He would stop
everything else that he was doing during the lesson time and objected strenuously
if he was disturbed during that time.

            His
sign language lessons started in 1991, which would have been during the
creative crisis that Miller reports him suffering around the first Gulf War. When
I asked Amy about this, she thought and said that eventually, he was always
writing, but said that she recalled him working on something even when they first
met. I asked her if this might have been Homage to Pacifica and she explained that although she was a music major
at the time and a percussionist, he gave “social cues that [music was] not an
avenue of conversation.” She could and did ask him questions about music and he
would answer them, but he looked bored when he did. She recalls him having a
bust of Ives in his house. When he found out that she didn’t know who Ives was,
he became exasperated.

            Lou
was ‚”thunderous.” He was “used to having his way” and would “storm around”
until he got it. However, his thunder was all sound and fury signifying
nothing. He yelled at Bill, but Bill’s hearing was poor and Bill didn’t take it
personally. Amy never saw tension between them. They were clearly in love, she
reported.

            Miller’s
biography of Harrison is similar to Cowell’s biography of Ives in that they
both were written during their subject’s lifetime and were both written by
people who were fans of their subject. Unsurprisingly, they both have a tendency
to fawn. Miller however, unlike Cowell, is sloppy with her subject matter and
should strongly consider collaborating with an Esperantist before another
edition of this book is released.