Brenda Tremblay's blog
My friend Dave Perkins, who teaches at Houghton College, went to Europe this summer. He didn't take a camera. Instead, he took a sketch pad, a paintbrush, and a tiny tube of paint. He came back with a notebook filled with exquisite little watercolors of scenes from England to Italy.
He inspired me.
Tomorrow is my last day at the NEA Institute in Classical Music and Opera at Columbia University, and I'm already thinking about what I can bring back that'll help me in my work at WXXI. I have 3 notebooks full of scribbles and sketches. I feel a little overwhelmed.
What have you done after a conference to imprint what you've learned?
Today we heard pianist Jeremy Denk perform Charles Ives' "Concord Sonata," a musical portrait of four famous authors who all lived in Concord, Massachusetts 150 years ago. The concert was given on a barge at the base of the Brooklyn Bridge. Facing the Manhattan skyline, we listed and pitched on the river while the pianist ripped through Ives. Boats chugged by. The sky darkened. Buildings lit up.
Hello from the top of The New York Times! We got a tour of the new building today from editors and staff. The view is spectacular. I have much to relate to you. But I'm beyond tired. Walking through the glittering canyon of Times Square completely sucked the life out of me, so I'll keep this short. I know you've been waiting to hear what Times music critic Anthony Tommasini said about my review of the Mahler symphony.
Your tax dollars are being put to good use. The NEA Institute is relentless. I'm still in NYC at the music conference at Columbia University. I've seen three orchestras in three days. Cleveland. The New York Philharmonic. (I was pleased to note that the tenor in last night's concert, Anthony Dean Griffey, is an Eastman grad.) London.
I cried at the end of Mahler's Symphony No. 2.
I heard the Cleveland Orchestra conducted by Franz Welser-Moest in Carnegie Hall.
I'll post my review below. Remember, it's an assignment for the NEA institute I'm attending at Columbia University. I don't really know what I'm doing.
Tonight, I saw Handel's Agrippina at New York City Opera, and I have to tell you, a desperate 2008 U.S. presidential hopeful would be reassured to have an Agrippina working behind the scenes. Part Karl Rove, part Machiavelli, the real Agrippina manipulated the Roman political scene to gain the throne for her infamous son, Nero. She maneuvers, she plots, and she truly existed.
Did anyone see it at Glimmerglass?
NEA Institute Day 2
Monday, October 15
My head is spinning.
I absorbed hours and hours of debate about music in classes that spanned topics from the newspaper industry to music theory. There's way too much to cover in a short blog, so I'll skip to my favorite bits.
NEA conference Day 1 – Sunday, October 14
Arrived in NYC before 10:00 a.m. Still summer here. 70 degrees, people in shorts, clouds of midges in Central Park. It's all green and leafy and feels like July.
I met my fellow Fellows tonight. What a range of personalities, ages, and experiences! There's an Italian polyglot classical guitarist from Hawaii, a Spanish media editor from Texas, an ex-CIA man from Oneida who dove headfirst into opera midlife at Glimmerglass.
I'll learn a lot.