Found these videos in which I am somewhat featured from a concert in 2009. Carl Fortina is the godfather of accordion soundtracks, and was the original player on the Godfather soundtrack!
(This was written in summer 2011)
Last month I had the great honor of visiting Burnstown, Ontario, where I met Jorg Graf. Graf’s life story reads like a Defoe novel--the man has survived violent storms in his boat, he was swindled out of royalties from an incredible invention of his, and all the while he’s occupied a remarkable amount of positions as an engineer of all sorts. Recently, he’s turned his formidable talents to perfecting guitar tuning heads. I made the 8-hour trek up to his home (during which I struggled to repair my bank account, which had been the victim of some illegal transactions, and also braved my first outbreak of hives), where he presented me with my own set of these wonderful pieces of technology, hand-engraved with my name and an inscription noting my being the recipient of the first-ever Graf-Juilliard award. Jorg set a friend and me up at another German ex-pat’shome/resort/cooking camp and the following night I played a concert at the Neat Cafe, owned by the absolutely wonderful Adam and Kim McKinty. This establishment is the cultural and culinary capital of the region, and they frequently host diverse and renowned musical acts in their intimate concert venue. From what I gathered, they had never hosted a classical musician before, and I was more than happy to initiate the crowd. Here are some videos from the event:
(This was written in Spring, 2011)
I just got back in to New York late last night after Juilliard’s spring break. My time, spent in California, was refreshing and I feel like I have enough in me now to make it through the next two months until graduation....
I mostly took it easy in terms of performing (though I did confuse my “century”s and “100”s at this performance at the American Guitar Society (see above), but I did dedicate some time to setting up concerts for next year, when I’ll be back in L.A. A bass-baritone friend of mine was in town, visiting and auditioning for the young artist’s program at L.A. Opera. Being friends with a singer, and non-guitarists generally, has allowed me many new perspectives on the guitar world.
I’m happy with increased standards of technique which the guitar has gone through in the past few decades. Our pedagogy has been put through a virtual time warp, putting guitarists on par with those other instrumentalists whose traditions run much deeper. But I’m unhappy about what’s been lost in this “Technical Revolution.” In fact, I think that the whole process is rather like a pendulum: a generation of guitarists will be known for sometimes excessive forms of musicality: too much rubato, or an affected style. The next generation, in response, will reject what came before and adopt a much more precision-based attitude to the instrument, with a sometimes bare-bones approach to interpretation. The problem is that plenty of guitarists can be awarded several degrees and win many, many competitions without ever listening to anything besides these precision-based players. This kind of immersion leads to an emulation of those guitarists, which creates, in part, the culture of precision-based playing which exists now.
That’s part of the reason why I came out to New York: to get away from that “guitarists-playing-for-other-guitarists” culture. My first year here, I roomed with an oboist. The role the oboe plays in the orchestra is one in which precision is assumed. But within that, what distinguishes an oboist--what they aspire to-- is a high quality of sound and phrasing, of vibrato and expression. I guess the name of the game is to strive for a vocal quality in playing. We guitarists are lucky in that our instrument is capable of such quality-- of vibrato, of portamento, etc. Our instrument is not like the piano, where every pitch is both literally and figuratively black and white: there is no space in between the half steps in which there is so much possibility for expression.
So if it’s too much a strain to immerse yourself in some old Segovia, Barrios, or Llobet recordings because of their mannerisms or lack of precision, why not try out some Heifetz? or Casals? Then again, why not go straight to the source and emulate vocalists? Although I’m still relatively new to this approach, incorporating it has become the most exciting part of my practice and performance.