Monthly Archives: April 2025

Getting older

What is it like getting older? How about this?

I was talking to a medical person this morning about a procedure that I had had. I could remember the procedure perfectly. I thought it was maybe about ten years ago. Then I started running the numbers.

It was before I moved to Pacifica in 2010. In fact, it was right around the time I moved to Suisun. Hmmm, 2007? How many years ago was that? Almost 20! Sheesh!

For some reason, things that happened longer ago, like when I worked at the Opera, or moved to Grass Valley, are easier to rationalize in memory. 30 years ago? 40 years ago? Whatever. When something that at first blush seems recent and it turns out to be 20 years ago . . . Man, I’m old!

MTT is 80

The Symphony is having a celebration of Michael Tilson Thomas’ 80th birthday this weekend. It is bittersweet because he has brain cancer and is in bad shape. There was a rehearsal yesterday that was opened to certain people. I was invited but I chose to not attend. My little group of retirees had discussed this a few months ago and the consensus was that we preferred to remember Michael as he was and not how he is.

I found a post (linked here) that I had written in October 2023 in which I said he would never return to the podium. In fact, he did return to the SFS podium the following March and he appeared again yesterday (and presumably will for the concert tonight). Amazingly, he’s also continued to conduct other orchestras around the world as well.

In general, he does ok while actually conducting, but rehearsing specific passages is highly problematic as he can’t navigate the pages very well. There are assistant conductors to help him. Off the podium, he’s very spaced out. Even a year ago, when I last saw him, he seemed only dimly aware of his surroundings. His husband Joshua, along with other helpers, was with him constantly.

Michael was the Music Director when I was hired as Stage Manager so I had an interview with him. For complicated reasons, it was over the phone. I spent most of the time trying to establish my bona fides as someone who had long standing ties to the orchestra and understood the art form. He was cordial but nothing I said animated him. As we worked together over the next 9 months, it was more of the same. He was nice enough, but distant. He already knew it was his last year as Music Director. In truth, I already felt that he had been phoning it in for a few years.

All the plans to celebrate his last year at the Symphony were blown up by Covid-19. Our massive European tour was cancelled and the final Mahler 6 that everyone was looking forward to in June 2020 never happened.

So, Happy Birthday Michael! I do not wish him many happy returns because I don’t think there will be any. Spaced out does not mean unhappy, though. Even a year ago, with his mind failing, he seemed happy. So, I wish him what happiness he can find until his days are over. When that happens, the many people who love him will be sad. No doubt the Symphony will put on a big memorial to celebrate his life.

I will go to that.

Practicing

I’ve always found it interesting that making music is referred to as ‘playing’. I think, we ‘play’ music; we ‘play’ in the sandbox. It really isn’t the same thing!

Playing music – mostly in the context of along with other people – has given me a lot of pleasure in my life. But in order to get to the level of competency required to make good music, one has to practice. Practice can mean noodling on a guitar along with rock records, as I did in my teen years, or it can mean focused playing of all manner of excruciatingly boring stuff for hours at a time. As the Stage Manager for the Symphony, I never lost sight of the fact that every single player in that orchestra had put in unfathomable hours in the second type of practicing. While most, if not all, of those players have what most people would call talent, I would argue that the most important thing that got them to the big time was the ability to practice long hours in a focused way.

This all has come to my mind this week as I prepare for the Skyline Band spring concert in about ten days. As a result of some issues with the previous bass player, I found myself two weeks ago suddenly back in the bass chair. I had been playing guitar for a change of pace. Guitar in a big band is about 90% superfluous so I could mess around and no one would care. Bass is just the opposite.

So, I’ve had to knuckle down and really practice. I was talking to Sarah a couple of weeks ago and telling her I was practicing more. She asked me how many hours a day I was practicing. I had to laugh, knowing how much she practices. 30 minutes on a good day, I said. She let it go. It’s more than I was doing on the guitar!

Of course, the standards of the SF Symphony, a top-notch professional orchestra, are different from a Community College jazz band. Nevertheless, the goal is the same: to play it right.

I’ve moved beyond thirty minutes a couple of times in the last week, but I’ve missed entire days too.

I guess I better get back to it . . .

Termination Shock

I really love Neal Stephenson’s writing. I love his ideas too, which makes reading his novels such a joy.

I can’t remember if Termination Shock is his latest novel or if he’s gotten another one out since, but it is fairly recent. What brought it to mind was a story on the Bloomberg TV news channel that Sepi was watching this morning. It was about some people who are making efforts to mitigate the global warming disaster that is happening to our world.

In the current reality described in the news show, it is some guys with balloons filled with sulfur dioxide they are launching into the (hopefully) stratosphere and another team of people in Australia working on establishing blooms of phytoplankton in the central oceans. The phytoplankton sequesters the carbon dioxide and sinks it to the ocean floor.

When I saw what the guys were doing, I immediately said, ‘That’s what Stephenson’s novel is about!’ to Sepi. In the novel, it is a rich oilman in Texas who has built a system for launching giant pellets of pure sulfur into the upper atmosphere. The rationale is the same, though. The story is that while the giant pellet guns help the North American climate, it causes the monsoon to fail in India (among other side effects). Despite efforts – by governments and others – to build other, similar guns, around the world, India takes action to destroy the original launcher in Texas.

Towards the end of the TV news story, they used the words ‘Termination Shock’. Wow! Not in relation to the book – they didn’t mention that at all – but in the original sense of once you start doing these things, you don’t know what will happen when you stop. I would say this is also known as the Law Of Unintended Consequences.

Stephenson’s book is filled with interesting characters woven together beautifully in a gripping story. It is the best that Science Fiction can be. Read it!

MTT’s 70th birthday celebration

Joyce W was a guest at our bi-monthly retiree lunch yesterday. She has recently retired after 40 years at the Symphony. She was telling us about clearing out her computer files and emails. One thing that came up was MTT’s 70th birthday celebration which we were all stunned to realize was over ten years ago. (MTT is continuing to fail and although scheduled to conduct one last time at SFS in about three weeks, the thinking is that he will not be able to actually conduct. Most of those at the table who have known and worked with Michael for many years – basically all of us – said that they would not be attending the last concert, preferring to remember Michael in better times.)

Joyce’s question relative to the celebration was about a photo she had of the rock and roll participants. And therein lies my story.

In those days I was mostly working in the sound department as a part of Hal’s crew. For this show I was the monitor mixer. Who needed monitor? The rock stars, that’s who. The story is that Boz Scaggs, then a member of the Symphony board, wanted to perform a version of the Beatles’ Birthday for the celebration. I suppose he talked to someone upstairs to get it added to the program. We just had to make it happen. It was supposed to be a surprise and there were other, orchestral, things on the program so there was not much room to set it all up.

I think Boz had a relatively simple idea at first. Elvis Costello was in town doing narration for another Symphony program so he was added. Then Phil Lesh heard about it and wanted to be included. Luckily for us, Phil wasn’t going to be playing bass, only singing. Then Lars Ulrich heard about it and wanted in. I can’t imagine Birthday without drums, but when Lars came in, he brought his (large) Metallica drum set with him. Not to mention a drum tech who spent hours – literally! – getting it set up just right. Boz hired a bass player from the Union hall but also brought another guitar player whose name no one remembers.

The guitar players all needed their special processors and amps. Since there wasn’t room on stage, we had to set them up in soundproof boxes offstage with wireless links. So, wireless (radio) from the guitar to the processor and amp, which was mic’d, and wireless back to their in-ear monitors. Elvis was cool and worked off the wedges but in the end there were still about a dozen wireless links. Denise W did her usual outstanding job coordinating frequencies. All the on stage mics were wireless too.

Here’s a look at part of the off stage set up:

The rehearsal was hurried. Even though we only had one song to do, the setup was complicated and we had to wait until the orchestra was finished with their rehearsal.

At one point, Phil came over to me and said the drums were too loud in his monitor and could I turn them down. I told him the drum mics were all turned off. He’s technically savvy so I was able to show him on the mixer. He grumbled a bit but went away. Later, when I told Hal about it, he said, ‘What does he expect? He’s standing ten feet from the loudest drummer on the planet!’ Indeed.

The picture is from the rehearsal and shows the unknown guitar player, Lars on drums, Phil with the Local Union bass player (name also unknown) behind him, Boz and Elvis.

 

At the concert, everything went fine. I think Michael must have gotten wind of it at some point but a good time was had by all.

There is one other story from that evening, though. After the rehearsal, we cleared off what we could for the start of the program and went to dinner. I was with Hal when we came back in the stage door and we saw Boz Scaggs with his wife arguing with the stage door guard. Evidently, Boz was not on the guest list and Byron (the guard) wasn’t letting him in. Hal and I got through and immediately went down the hall to the artistic people gathered around MTT’s office and told them to get over to the stage door. They got it sorted. We went on with our business.