Daily ritual

I’ve been reading Daily Rituals, by Mason Currey, as my bedtime reading.  It’s a very simple read: brief descriptions of the daily working habits of scores of writers, artists, and composers.  They don’t seem to be in any particular order, and a great many of them were already known to me, but it is nonetheless inspirational in a belaboring-about-the-head-and-shoulders kind of way.

Ben Franklin had his daily ritual and even published it:

He was the first to admit that he found it difficult to follow this schedule, but that when he did it was productive.

So have I learned my lesson?  Sure—over and over again.

Back when I was fully employed and working on William Blake’s Inn and the penguin opera, I composed on Sunday mornings and Wednesday/Thursday nights without fail.  The iPad in the kitchen still beeps me every Sunday morning to remind me to get to work.

Since retirement, I have attempted to maintain a fuller schedule, to wit:

  • 6:00 wake, exercise (walking)
  • 7:00 shower, coffee
  • 7:30–8:30 do the morning’s email/Facebook checks while the lovely first wife readies herself for work (i.e., don’t start working until I’m free of interruption)
  • 8:30–11:30 compose, blog, research (upstairs/study work)
  • 11:30–1:00 lunch, crossword, surf the web
  • 1:00–4:00 read, write, correspond, run errands, household projects (downstairs/outside work)
  • 4:00–5:00 cleaning, kitchen prep
  • 5:00 et seq. cocktails, dinner, rehearsal, married life

Does it work? Mostly.  When I really buckle down, I’m able to knock out new music, blog regularly, write books, etc.  If I allow myself to be lazy, then nothing gets done.  (It is worth noting, too, that I follow this schedule only on weekdays.  Weekends are for debauchery fun.)

These past two weeks, for example, I have made real progress on Five Easier Pieces, writing and/or completing three of them, and yes, I’ve started the process of writing a book.

That book is Lichtenbergianism: procrastination as a creative strategy, and it’s based on a seminar on Lichtenbergianism a bunch of us gave at GHP back in 2013, a light-hearted—but quite serious—look at the creative process.

At first, I considered a series of blogposts for the Lichtenbergian website, but nothing was happening. I just wasn’t able to pull the swarm of ideas out of my head and put them into a coherent whole on the screen, topic by topic.

Then last week, as the weather turned warmer and I was able to return to the labyrinth for afternoon work, I pulled out my Lichtenbergianism field notebook and began writing in it, randomly.  So far I’ve been able to write about an hour every afternoon, just jotting down phrases and ideas and examples as they come to me.

In its own way, the process is a perfect exemplar of the the Nine Precepts of Lichtenbergianism:

  1. Task Avoidance: this book is not one of my Lichtenbergian goals this year.  I should be working on other stuff
  2. Waste Books: the work is being done in a waste book, in no particular order or organization other than the precepts
  3. Abortive Attempts: nothing I write is written in stone
  4. Successive Approximation: the more I write, the more organized and fleshed out it will become
  5. Gestalt: the more I write, the more I see what is missing
  6. Ritual: every afternoon, in the labyrinth if it’s nice and in the living room beside a fire if it’s not
  7. Steal from the Best: trust me, I will be referencing others’ findings and writings throughout
  8. Audience: I know who wants to read this, and I’m writing it for them
  9. Abandonment: not yet, but soon, I’m sure

So far so good.  The book and its composition are recursive: the more I write about each precept, the more I find it applies to the writing, which I then reference: “This book was started in a waste book…”

Eventually I hope to start turning the waste book material into blog posts for my fellow Lichtenbergians for their comments.  One of my gestalt visions for the book is to include sidebars and blockquotes from them about how they use the creative process in their daily work, much as we did in the original seminar.

So that’s my daily ritual.  For the moment.  I should really look at a fourth Easier Piece now…

Five Easier Pieces: No. 3

I think I’ve finished the third Easier Piece.  There’s still some slippery/bare harmonies in there, probably caused by parallel fifths/octaves but I’m not going to go check right now.  Let’s consider it done unless my theory teacher raps me across my knuckles.1

Five Easier Pieces: No. 3 (Étude Héroïque) | score [pdf] | mp3

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1 The joke is on the universe, since it has never provided me with a theory teacher despite my specific requests that it do so.

Five Easier Pieces: Stuck

As is not unusual, I am stuck with a piece, in this case the third abortive attempt at one of the Five Easier Pieces.  Some really nice bits, especially the transition to the major key, but then it starts to wander, and I have no idea on how to end it.

I don’t know why, but recently I have avoided sharing my works-in-progress.  I don’t know why; it used to be my stock in trade to whine about how little I was accomplishing.  Perhaps it was better when I did, and so I’m sharing now.

No score, but here’s the mp3: abortive attempt #3

A ‘found’ poem

These Next 5 Minutes will ‘Change’ Your life

Shaving away: your ‘Savings’ on Razors.
Drive your Partner – ‘Crazy’ in Bed Tonight.
No more ‘struggling’ – to hook your bra!
Thousands of ‘Jobs‘ — are 2 Mins Away!
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We have a ‘huge selection’ – of printer ink
Stop your Dog — from ‘Pulling’ on Walks
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Need ‘pricing’ on local assisted living options…
We have a ‘massive’ number – of active members…
Do Not Live in Fear: of Loud Noises !


These of course came from spam emails in my spam filter.  The mysterious thing is that on Feb. 4, the quotation marks vanished from all the subject lines!

In which I get serious or something

We spent this past weekend in Asheville, NC, and I have to recommend it highly.  Great food, fabulous art, and a kick in my creative pants!

One of the most fun things we did was to go to a bar/club called Lex 18, at which a DJ spins electroswing on Friday nights.  Do you not know what electroswing is?

Here you go:

Or here:

Or here:

You’re welcome.

The dance floor was filled with young persons who knew what they were doing, and it was fabulous.  (We also danced, for the record.)

Anyway, we visited studios and galleries and ate fantastic meals, and I’ve been inspired to get back to work.

Before heading up to Asheville, we went to Athens to hear Peter Schickele in concert.  He is now 80 and in a wheelchair, but his music has lost none of its charm, wit, or éclat.  It made me want to get home and produce music of my own.  For a change.

So this morning I sat down and got back to work on Five Easier Pieces, which has been on my plate for several years now.  I actually started a new file and played with some motifs, but when I went to save the file I found that I had a small flock of abortive attempts, so I opened those to see if there was anything worth looking at.

Lo! and also behold! most of them were actually pretty good, so I set aside this morning’s work and picked up two of them and filled them out.

And so, I present to you…

Five Easier Pieces (a companion to, and a partial apology for, Six Preludes (no fugues))

I.  No. 1 (Invention) | score [pdf] | mp3

II.  No. 2 (Waltz) | score [pdf] | mp3

There will be further reportage on the Asheville venture.

This could be bad…

In a fit of procrastination yesterday, I cleaned off my drafting table.

the art desk

Now I have a space to which I can turn—literally, since it’s right behind me as I’m facing the computer—in order to waste art supplies.  Again, procrastination is key.

I decided to waste no time procrastinating, so I whacked out a small set of Artist Trading Cards, which we’ve explored previously around here.

They are of course rubbish, since I was forcing myself to waste art supplies.  But I began to conceive of them as a series, in which I vomit out something vomitous onto the little cards, and then I “destroy” it by concealing it or trashing it or adding something destructively random to it.

They work better after I’ve destroyed them.  Still rubbish, mind you, but it’s a start, procrastination-speaking-wise.

artist trading cards


I don’t know, gang, everybody may need to get off my lawn

So the books for Into the Woods came in and I signed for my copy.  As I took it over to my pile of stuff, this slipped out:

A blessing for community theatres everywhere, I suppose.  One buys them in batches of six and everyone gets to show off/advertise their production of whatever and add to their ever-burgeoning collection of t-shirts.

Music Theatre International was my go-to source for musicals back in the day, since they had shows that were at the time not the huge, overblown, everyone-knows-this-one shows like the Rodgers & Hammerstein Library’s offerings.  We did A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, The Fantasticks, Into the Woods, Lucky Stiff, and She Loves Me while I was in charge, and since then NTC has done a lot more from the collection.

Two things struck me about this flyer, though.  One is the relentless march of commodification of theatre. Yes, I know the purpose of theatre is to separate the customer from his money, but Broadway musicals in particular are now more product than production.  Not only can you buy these t-shirts, but if you go to the touring productions you can buy hats and cups and wine glasses and CDs and posters and trinkets and all kinds of be-logo’d crap, just so you can identify with this product.  You’re not there to enjoy the creative work of a team of artists, you’re there to sign on to Team Phantom or Team Poppins.

The other thing that struck me was the listing of shows on the back of the flyer.  In a little side box, we are offered t-shirts for the School Editions of the following shows:

  • Aida
  • Avenue Q
  • Les Miserables
  • Miss Saigon
  • Ragtime
  • Rent
  • Sweeney Todd

School editions.  For schools.  For students to perform.

I will be the first to admit that I have done shows with teens that pushed their sensibilities and their understanding of the world around them.

However.  Whenever I selected a show it was the thing itself, not some bastardized version of it—nor did I bastardize it.  That is the problem I have with the “school editions”; I don’t care if the kids do shows with sex, violence, and cannibalistic critiques of capitalism in them, but I do care that those things are watered down. Because: MTI is not doing this watering down (with full permission and often cooperation of the artists) so that more children can explore the beauties of first-rate musical theatre, but because they want to make the sale.  Cha-ching!  More t-shirts!

And of course, they’re making the sale to schools/communities who cannot handle their little darlings saying damn or fuck or explaining how the internet is for porn.  To those communities, I’d say stick to Rodgers & Hammerstein.  Although naturally they probably will want to avoid South Pacific with all its miscegenation and stuff.

(I’m still trying to wrap my head around how you make any of those shows tame enough for sad little communities.  Miserables, Saigon, and Rent still are about prostitututes; Ragtime is still about black people and blowing stuff up; Sweeney Todd still involves meat pies.  All of them are condemnations of the power structure and of rigid, self-righteous moral codes, which alone would get them cancelled by many communities.  Eh.  Who cares? Get off my lawn.)