Sunday, September 28, 2008
1999-2001: The Eagles Band Days
At the suggestion of a friend, in 1999, I joined a local Wind Band and a local Jazz Band. I stayed with these groups for two years before moving on (to do doctoral work). It felt good to be performing again. The highlight of this period was a single performance at Seiji Ozawa Hall at Tanglewood on May 14, 2000 (Mother's Day). The highlight of this performance was Duke Ellington's Star Crossed Lovers (with me playing the alto sax solo).
Duke Ellington: Star Crossed Lovers
Eagles Jazz Band-May 14, 2000
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1990-1998: Focus on Education
It is difficult to fully comprehend why I stopped playing regularly after awhile. What is simple to understand is that once I was out of college and teaching full time, there were no more performance ensembles to play in (except for my own). In my first year teaching, I was promoted to Department Head (Fine Arts) and began putting much effort in the education side of music and art.
I lasted two years at a private day school in Maryland and then one year at a boarding school before getting married and moving to the Berkshires of Massachusetts where I have been living and teaching ever since. The marriage was to a woman with two kids of her own and I was naive to have taken on such a load. I did little playing in the two years of this marriage which left me on somewhat shaky financial ground.
I did, however, get hired as the Camp Program Director at Sunapee Arts Camp in New Hampshire around this time which revived my inner creative spirit. I played, sang and swam in the woods of New Hampshire for 5 summers with the greatest of young artists from New York and Boston. There, I met Joe Marcello and his wife Lynn who introduced me to all things organic and wholesome. My passions for the environment, nutrition and alternative medicine began to take root at this time.
A TURN TOWARDS EDUCATIONAL ADMINISTRATION
I began teaching at a public middle school in the Berkshires and began working on my Masters which I achieved 5 years later by attending school at night and paying one class at a time. I am very proud of the work I did there. I learned to do rigorous educational research by Susanne Chandler. My goal at the time was to become a Music or Arts Supervisor. This happened in the same district I still teach in. I held the position for 12 years.
I lasted two years at a private day school in Maryland and then one year at a boarding school before getting married and moving to the Berkshires of Massachusetts where I have been living and teaching ever since. The marriage was to a woman with two kids of her own and I was naive to have taken on such a load. I did little playing in the two years of this marriage which left me on somewhat shaky financial ground.
I did, however, get hired as the Camp Program Director at Sunapee Arts Camp in New Hampshire around this time which revived my inner creative spirit. I played, sang and swam in the woods of New Hampshire for 5 summers with the greatest of young artists from New York and Boston. There, I met Joe Marcello and his wife Lynn who introduced me to all things organic and wholesome. My passions for the environment, nutrition and alternative medicine began to take root at this time.
A TURN TOWARDS EDUCATIONAL ADMINISTRATION
I began teaching at a public middle school in the Berkshires and began working on my Masters which I achieved 5 years later by attending school at night and paying one class at a time. I am very proud of the work I did there. I learned to do rigorous educational research by Susanne Chandler. My goal at the time was to become a Music or Arts Supervisor. This happened in the same district I still teach in. I held the position for 12 years.
1985-1989: College Years At Wilkes University
After graduating from Smithtown East, I attended Wilkes University as a Music Education Major. There, I studied sax with William Gaspbarro (who unfortunately past away the summer between freshman and sophomore year) and Tom Heinze.
A significant part of my education at Wilkes, though was provided by voice teacher and ultimate friend Richard Chapline who I will profile at a later time. I learned to sing fairly well because of him and did more vocal recitals than sax recitals, in the end.
Here are excerpts from my senior recital (1989).
BOZZA: ARIA
DEBUSSY: RHAPSODIE for ALTO SAXOPHONE and PIANO
FAURE: PAVANE
(My own arrangement-Katie Ettinger is playing flute)
MACDOWELL: TO A WILD ROSE
(My arrangement again. Katie again)
This was the "encore".
A significant part of my education at Wilkes, though was provided by voice teacher and ultimate friend Richard Chapline who I will profile at a later time. I learned to sing fairly well because of him and did more vocal recitals than sax recitals, in the end.
Here are excerpts from my senior recital (1989).
BOZZA: ARIA
DEBUSSY: RHAPSODIE for ALTO SAXOPHONE and PIANO
FAURE: PAVANE
(My own arrangement-Katie Ettinger is playing flute)
MACDOWELL: TO A WILD ROSE
(My arrangement again. Katie again)
This was the "encore".
May 1985: Spring Concert Senior Year
The year was 1984. Larry Sobol, the Band Director of the Smithtown East Symphonic Band, approached me and gave me an ultimatum.. "Work hard, and there might be a surprise in store for you.." Huh? I learned through my private sax teacher at the time that I was chosen to play a solo with the Symphonic Band at the Spring Concert. This being my last concert before I graduated, I was psyched (but a bit nervous!). The solo was a full-length symphonic band arrangement of Harlem Nocturne which, at first, I played like a Bach Sonata.
To be fair, I had only recently fallen in love with my high school sweetheart and was getting a crash course in the "wonderful ways of life" so to speak. So, my eighth notes didn't quite swing yet. And my notes didn't bend in pitch. Notes were notes and I was taught to play them in tune.
My musical (and personal) education made swift strides in very short order after I began practicing for the concert. It was a glorious and nerve wracking time. I was told to break musical rules all over the place--"bend the notes! swoop! scoop! more! play it sexy!" Sexy? (Hoots and hollers from the band). I actually kinda knew what Sobol meant at this point, so my playing began to take on a different form altogether. I was beginning to understand (a little) the motivations for jazz music (and jazz musicians). I was in heaven because I felt like I just joined a secret club.
And then Sobol told me he wanted the last note of the piece to end on a "high A". What? The highest legitimate note on an alto saxophone is a high F. Here was this crazy man telling me to play a note that was three notes higher than the sax would allow. Needless to say, I learned that, indeed, if you bite hard enough with a certain finger combination, a high A will pop out (this is called the altissimo range). I practiced and practiced but hitting this note was like shooting at a dartboard. I hit the bullseye once in awhile but certainly not consistently. (My Dad would tell me years later, he had his doubts that I'd be able to play it). So much for heaven. Now I was nervous again-but that was Larry Sobol's way: to challenge you constantly and endlessly to be better.
The night finally came in May within days of the Senior Prom. I rented a white tuxedo with red cummerbund which killed two birds with one stone. This recoding was made on a tape recorder by the family of the same high school sweetheart mentioned above.
To be fair, I had only recently fallen in love with my high school sweetheart and was getting a crash course in the "wonderful ways of life" so to speak. So, my eighth notes didn't quite swing yet. And my notes didn't bend in pitch. Notes were notes and I was taught to play them in tune.
My musical (and personal) education made swift strides in very short order after I began practicing for the concert. It was a glorious and nerve wracking time. I was told to break musical rules all over the place--"bend the notes! swoop! scoop! more! play it sexy!" Sexy? (Hoots and hollers from the band). I actually kinda knew what Sobol meant at this point, so my playing began to take on a different form altogether. I was beginning to understand (a little) the motivations for jazz music (and jazz musicians). I was in heaven because I felt like I just joined a secret club.
And then Sobol told me he wanted the last note of the piece to end on a "high A". What? The highest legitimate note on an alto saxophone is a high F. Here was this crazy man telling me to play a note that was three notes higher than the sax would allow. Needless to say, I learned that, indeed, if you bite hard enough with a certain finger combination, a high A will pop out (this is called the altissimo range). I practiced and practiced but hitting this note was like shooting at a dartboard. I hit the bullseye once in awhile but certainly not consistently. (My Dad would tell me years later, he had his doubts that I'd be able to play it). So much for heaven. Now I was nervous again-but that was Larry Sobol's way: to challenge you constantly and endlessly to be better.
The night finally came in May within days of the Senior Prom. I rented a white tuxedo with red cummerbund which killed two birds with one stone. This recoding was made on a tape recorder by the family of the same high school sweetheart mentioned above.
Where It All Started (With Thanks to My Parents)
I was lucky enough to have grown up on Long Island where many schools had excellent music programs. The Smithtown Public Schools had such a reputation. I started playing sax in 3rd grade and began private lessons at that time which I continued through high school. I can't thank my parents enough for this early support. My Dad took me (and my brother) to our lessons once per week at night at a time when I'm sure he would have rather curled up on the couch after a long day at work.
I made it into all of the regional festivals (sponsored by NYSSMA) in elementary through middle school but I missed making ALL STATE by 3 points. I think I received a 94 on the solo but the cut off was 97. At any rate, in the spring of my freshman year (1982), I tried out for the pit band of Care-In which was a charitable fund raiser led by English teacher Rob Raineri. The structure of Care-In was basically that of a revue. Songs were chosen by singers and then music was arranged for the pit band. It was always an exciting, energetic night where the most talented students could strut their stuff. As a freshman, I was blown away that we were playing funk, rock, disco, etc..with amplification in our school auditorium!! Was this allowed?
One of the songs was Find Another Fool by Quarterflash. It was sung by the stunning Diana Smith (I was absolutely smitten) and I had the sax solo. I remember it was in an impossible key with a million sharps that I never knew existed but I wanted the gig so I learned the solo.
Here it is (mind you this was before digital recording technology):
I made it into all of the regional festivals (sponsored by NYSSMA) in elementary through middle school but I missed making ALL STATE by 3 points. I think I received a 94 on the solo but the cut off was 97. At any rate, in the spring of my freshman year (1982), I tried out for the pit band of Care-In which was a charitable fund raiser led by English teacher Rob Raineri. The structure of Care-In was basically that of a revue. Songs were chosen by singers and then music was arranged for the pit band. It was always an exciting, energetic night where the most talented students could strut their stuff. As a freshman, I was blown away that we were playing funk, rock, disco, etc..with amplification in our school auditorium!! Was this allowed?
One of the songs was Find Another Fool by Quarterflash. It was sung by the stunning Diana Smith (I was absolutely smitten) and I had the sax solo. I remember it was in an impossible key with a million sharps that I never knew existed but I wanted the gig so I learned the solo.
Here it is (mind you this was before digital recording technology):
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