I’ve decided to keep the new cello! You can click on the picture for a bigger view of it.

The cello that I had been playing for the last decade has been in the family almost as long as I’ve been alive. Roz played it before me, and when I graduated to a full size cello, we alternated with it. When I moved up from playing piano in the intermediate division of youth orchestra to playing cello in the senior division, alternation wasn’t going to work since Roz was principal cellist in the senior division; we needed two cellos. So our family bought a new, surprisingly good sounding Chinese made cello. We ended up alternating on that new cello, and whenever we needed to play simultaneously for orchestra I used the old one.

When I moved to California I inherited the old cello. I’ve known for years that it wasn’t a very good instrument, but since I wasn’t playing much it didn’t matter. Lately that’s changed. A few months ago I ended up at a CMNC workshop where they had too many pianos and was forced to play cello for two days. It was there that Burke, the chamber coach for one of the days, said that I was better than the instrument I was playing. Now, Burke is a cellist, and our regular trio group knows him well – we’d signed up for one of his own workshops during the summer to work on the first Rachmaninoff piano trio. (I was playing piano. It’s not a well known piece, incidentally. It ends with a funeral march. Actually, the entire piece is an elegy. Despite that, it’s actually quite a fun piece for all three instruments.) So I value his opinion and took him seriously when he expressed some wonder at the weight of the cello I was playing – cheap cellos have thick wood, which make them heavy.

What set me to serious consideration of a new instrument was orchestra. I ended up being the only cellist for the Christmas concert in December, and was thus the de facto soloist on Ralph Vaughan Williams’ Fantasy on Christmas Carols. It starts off with an extended cello solo and has other exposed cello bits within, and I’m afraid that I didn’t sound very good. Fifty percent of that was my own playing, but the other half I will blame solely on the instrument. The cello has never sounded good on the low strings, and wolfs like mad in fourth position on both the C and G strings; of course, the Williams piece starts off right there. On top of that, it’s definitely not a cello that projects well in a hall. Or in a closet, for that matter. On the recording, you can barely hear me play. Which is probably just as well.

Cellos are like cars: you don’t typically buy them online. Actually, instrument dealers tend to be more trusting than car dealerships: they typically let you take the instrument out for extended trials. On the other hand, I did more or less buy my car online, so why not my cello? And given the limited money I was willing to spend, that put me squarely in the category of “student”, workshop made cellos, so there didn’t seem to much point in going to a shop like Ifshin and comparing a limited selection of mass made instruments. I looked online and took a chance on Linda West’s online storefront based out of Santa Barbara. I kept an eye on a particular model made by Calin Wultur (a workshop in Romania) that she had nice things to say about, and after Pixar paid our film bonus I ordered the instrument online just before the New Year. Linda and I had a interesting e-mail exchange about cases, strings and cello setup, and a few nervous days later the instrument showed up.

So I’ve had it for almost two weeks now and I’m happy with it. For one thing, it’s a very nice instrument to look at. The back is a single solid piece of bird’s eye maple, which I understand to be a rare set up. The sound on the lower two strings is gorgeous, much more richer and powerful than the old cello. The D blends well with the G. I think the A is a bit thin, slightly nasal, but I suspect changing the string will help with that. Admittedly, I’m sure a lot of the difference between the old and new instruments is the setup – for one thing, the old cello has never had a bridge properly cut for it, so the strings were much too high above the fingerboard (making it much harder to play in upper positions). For another, the new cello has much nicer fittings: carbon fiber end pin, ebony wooden tail piece, and Linda also chose a Belgian style bridge and strings that match the instrument well. I think I disagree with her on the Jarger Forte that’s on the A, but the Belcanto C and G definitely sound great. There are some minor fit and finish issues, and I’m a little sad that the finish on one of the cornices got rubbed off during transit (it’s got Montagnana dimensions, so it’s wide, and barely fits in the case), but I definitely feel that this instrument is better than I play and is something that I can grow into for the next few years.

I ordered a new bow too. Arcos Brasil, silver. I wasn’t sure about the bow at first. Back then, Roz and I both had Dörfler bows, except hers was twice the cost of mine. However, I never noticed a difference in tone when I played with her bow, perhaps a slight difference in ease of spiccato. So I was very surprised to notice a significant difference in tone with the new bow. Even taking into account that I just had my old one rehaired, and the rosins were different, the new bow just makes the new cello sound just a bit better.

Here are some quick recordings I made this afternoon of the first 90 seconds or so of the Brahms E minor cello sonata – my favourite piece for trying out cellos. This is the old cello; compare it to the new one, with everything else more or less constant. Sorry about the very poor intonation; I haven’t practiced this piece in a while, and, well, my intonation sucks. The accompanist (me) wasn’t drunk, but if you know the piano part, you can hopefully excuse how hard it is to keep in time while playing by yourself on the off beats. My playing and recording set up doesn’t do justice to the differences between the two instruments, but you should be able to hear the completely different resonances between the two, particularly on the lower strings.

Susan has been sick the last few months, and is still sick. She’s had to go to the hospital twice. We were lucky to have her discharged just prior to Christmas, and her parents flew out to help make it more festive here, but it seems like it will still be a long way to full recovery for her.

During her second extended hospitalization Kaylee decided to take after her mother and have a solid week of being sick as well. She took to waking her dad three or four times a night to be let out into the backyard to do her business. As a result her dad did not sleep particularly well, especially after spending evenings at the hospital. At least she recovered, albeit immediately after being taken to the vet.

Before and during all this going down, I’ve found myself playing a lot more cello. Two days at the CMNC workshop when they had too many pianos, and two quarters as the principal (and sometimes, only) cellist with orchestra. The first quarter concert was a treat: a performance of Mozart’s Requiem in Berkeley with full choir, including the Vilnius Pro Musica group from Lithuania. We’ve never sounded so good. The second quarter concert featured yours truly as a soloist on Ralph Vaughan Williams’ Fantasy on Christmas Carols. That experience, along with Burke’s assertion during the chamber music workshop that my current cello is a piece of crap, convinced me I needed a new cello. So I ordered one – it’s on trial and I will post more about it if I decide to keep it.

Our wedding website is up: ffwed.com. Currently more of interest to guests, but we’ll have photos there after the big day.

Happy New Year to all. I’ll try to keep my New Year’s resolution to boost this blog’s interestingness.

We spent last weekend in Southern California, sweltering through a heat wave at Disneyland, being tourists in Hollywood, and attending the world premiere of Wall-E at the Greek Theatre. Getting to go was Susan’s privilege as a lead on the film and I got to tag along and pretend to be famous. Although not your A-list Hollywood event, there was still a red carpet scrum which we were mostly tangential to. Susan claims her foot is visible somewhere in a publicity photo next to some Disney Channel starlet, while I as usual am the invisible, not even implied presence. We did play spot the celebrity and at the after party, we hovered for a moment, one mere foot away from Sigourney Weaver (she’s the voice of the ship’s computer in Wall-E) – alas we were too awestruck to introduce ourselves.

That wasn’t the first time I’ve seen the film; that would be the end of last month at the Wall-E wrap party. A lovely event, made more so by an especially touching thanks from the director to the crew. As for the movie itself, I’ve sat through it three times now and it holds up well. It is truly unlike anything we’ve ever done and works brilliantly.

In other news, CSUEB orchestra is done for the school year. This term our cello section was reduced to three (yours truly as principal this time around), but we padded out the rest of the strings with more professionals and we sounded excellent at the concert. We have come a long way since last September. The program this term was the Marriage of Figaro Overture, Mendelssohn’s Italian Symphony, and Mozart’s Piano Concerto No. 23 in A major, KV. 488. The last was weird: the first concerto I ever played with orchestra back when I was ten. Two decades later and I’m on the other side of the piano playing cello. No real regrets, just a small irony. Cello’s not in storage for the summer. I’ve been dragooned into playing the bass part for some Slayer noodling at work. An honest to goodness bass amp has been ordered and is on its way. More on this furious acoustic metal assault soon.

So there’s that orchestra thing I do, every Wednesday I lug my cello to Cal State East Bay in Hayward, dump fourteen quarters into a parking meter, and practice for a couple of hours. Our spring end of quarter concert is coming up next Wednesday, March 5th. We’re playing Prokofiev’s Classical Symphony, Brahms’ Variations on a Theme by Haydn, and Gluck’s Overture to Iphigénie en Aulide. 7:30 in the Music Building Recital Hall. Request your ticket online!.

A few comments about orchestra these last two months. Everyone else in the cello section who was around last quarter is gone. I was the sole cellist for the first three practices, then a ringer from the SF symphony and a high school student showed up. Ringer is gone, but I think he’ll be back for the concert. Meanwhile, it’s been me and the student, who is now the principal of the section. Roz probably thinks I’m annoyed at this, but she showed up and, while sight reading, played the music on the spot better than I after having practiced for three weeks, so .. yeah, she deserves to be there, I don’t.

Susan told me that I’m a cocky cellist based on the amount of practicing I’ve been doing (i.e: none). While I’m probably over confident in some areas, piano probably among them, I don’t think that’s true of cello. I feel like I’m slogging uphill, every step of the way. The Brahms Variations with its five flats in some sections proves that I’m still intonation challenged when it comes to any flats. G flat? Forget it. F sharp? Sure, no problem. Yes, I know it’s the same note, but put the G flat next to an A flat and suddenly I’m the guy playing sour notes in the lower strings. The one area I’ve realised some progress on: while I rarely pencil in bowings (there’s that cockiness again..), that’s partially because I can actually come up with sensible bowings on the spot, or at least remember them from week to week. I’m not at the level of deciding how to bow a phrase based on musical merits – don’t ask me how to bow the Bach Suites, please – but at least I understand that bar beginnings and sforzandos should be down bows, certain staccato phrases are probably easier up bow, and that the string sections should be more or less consistent.

Somewhere I picked up the habit of pencilling stars into my music. I wonder who I got THAT from, and how many stars of hers I ignored over the years.

I’ve been neglecting blog lately. Fifty hour work weeks, chamber music activities for the last three weekends (playing piano, not cello, even though two weekends were devoted to cello sonatas), plus family in town and the last thing I’ve been wanting to do is bang out a screed on the keyboard. Nonetheless here’s one to round out the second month of the year.

Now excuse me while I scramble to rent a tux.

The biggest time commitment that I signed up for: I’m again a cellist in a real de facto orchestra! Classical this time, not punk rock. I auditioned for the orchestra at California State University two weeks ago, which meant buying new strings, actually practicing the cello, and dusting off the default audition piece: Prelude from Bach’s D Minor Suite No. 2. Amusingly, I recognized the sight reading immediately: the 3rd movement from Beethoven’s Fifth. Honestly hadn’t played it, but I knew very well how it was supposed to sound.

I got in, which may have had something to do with the orchestra being hard up for strings. I discovered just how hard up last night at first rehearsal: strings consisting of one first and two second violins, three violas, and three cellos. Fortunately we have a full wind and brass section, and they are very good. They consist mostly of students – as I understand it, due to budget cutbacks CSUEB had terminated their orchestra program a few years ago, resulting in the mass departure of the string students. The winds and brass programs remained intact though. As for us strings, currently it’s a mix of community members and students, and I anticipate any expansion will have to come from the community in the next few weeks.

Oddity I can’t get over: people think I have a nice cello. I don’t, really; it’s a crappy “Stradivarius copy” with wooden tone – although it’s much improved with a new set of Pirastro Obligatos – but some of the other musicians play school rental instruments. Not trying to sound like a snob, but I’m surprised that at the university level, people still play rentals. I guess I was spoiled while I was at the Academy. (Or just spoiled in general.)

We plowed through Mendelssohn’s Midsummer Night Dream overture and made a hash of it, but started hitting our stride with Beethoven’s first symphony. As we played it, I started grinning as I found and reactivated long-unused neurons that had actually played the fairly challenging cello part over fifteen years ago while in the Delta Youth Orchestra. Rounding out our current repertoire is some interminable Bach, and Copland’s Quiet City (cello solo, treble clef – gack). Quite ambitious! Our first concert is the first week of December. Before then, I have some cello calluses to develop, and some major intonation issues involving C sharps on the G string to work out. Should be fun.

Which isn’t to say that he’d like to consider me part of his legacy. Far from it. It’s been years since I had cello lessons, and in retrospect I wish I’d studied with Eugene a lot longer. Cello’s very hard for me to pick up after an extended absence. With piano, after an hour or two of practice I feel comfortably competent; cello is battling uphill all the way just to chase that elusive quality of tone when playing a single note. I still have problems even with just the basics: for example, I’m not confident about how I hold the bow, because nowadays after half an hour, my bow hand is cramped and aching. My left hand at least still has permanent calluses, but because I have fat finger pads and a tin ear, at least where the cello is concerned, my intonation is shockingly bad. I’ve never learned the theory of bowing and thus have to rely on markings such as Pierre Fournier’s edition of the Bach suites, which Eugene would be upset at: open strings everywhere, and harmonics for convenience. (I still have some lingering suspicions about Eugene’s bowings though; they’re remarkably similar to Fournier’s..)

The June workshop is two days. I was planning to play cello the first day, and piano the second day with my trio group (we’re still playing together regularly!). Alas I screwed up my schedule and the Ratatouille wrap party’s the first day, so no cello and.. no compelling reason to force me to practice. I should try to keep at it though. My trio is preparing the second movement of the Schubert E flat piano trio; tonight I tried the cello part for the first time and sight read it well enough. So there’s some sort of core competency there, even if I can’t figure out when the E flats are really closer to Es.

In the mean time, I substituted another, less punkish musical endeavour: I signed up for a workshop put together by the Chamber Musicians of Northern California, held yesterday at UC Hayward. The last one I attended was in February, 2001, so it’s been a while. This time I was in for piano for one of the two workshop days. When they told me I was going to be in a trio and asked about music choices, I immediately went for the first Brahms piano trio in B major, Opus 8. This was just before I left for Vancouver for Canadian Thanksgiving, so I got back late the Tuesday evening after, I had twelve days left to learn it.

I picked the Brahms mainly because I happened to have the music, and because I’ve tinkered with the first page and liked what I heard. Otherwise, I didn’t know then what I was getting into. I grew up not liking Brahms, but the last piano concerto I did was his first one in D minor, and I had great success with it. (Too bad I never got to play it with orchestra – financial cutback victim – that’s another story.) After having lived with it for two weeks, I’m happy I learned the piece. It’s a fairly difficult piano part, but proved to be tractable in the two weeks. As a piece of music it’s a very interesting mix of early Schumann-esque Brahms and late period Brahms. Even though it’s Opus 8, the commonly performed version is the one he revised much later in life at the insistence of Clara Schumann. The original version still survives and it’s interesting to compare the two, to see where the youthful overexuberance was trimmed away, leaving behind a mature and better work.

The workshop was yesterday, and I was partnered with a good violinist and an even better cellist, who did a great job of sight reading the difficult cello part. I was fortunate: like most things in life, chamber music is best when it’s a partnership of equals. CMNC workshops have a system of self ranking, meant to ensure that you play with people of equal calibre. The first workshop I went to, I self ranked as “advanced”, and ended up unhappy at playing the Schumann piano quintet with musicians who were struggling through the string parts. So this time around, I signed up as “professional”. I apologise for this insult to friends who actually make a living at piano playing, but the general CMNC rule seems to be inflated self rankings.

Still it’s obviously been a while since I played chamber music: the coaches pointed out the problems I was having with ensemble balance. I was told to leave the lid at full stick, so I’d like to blame that, but the fact remains that the Brahms trio is densely written in the piano part and easily overpowers the lower violin registers. Something to work on for the next workshop – maybe I’ll go for the “Dumky” Dvorak trio and go through another two weeks of forearm pain all over again.

I’ve had a radio-less stretch of a few months, ever since it got stolen from my car, so listening to FM on the way home from Vegas was refreshing. During the trip, the heavy metalish remake of “Land of Confusion” by the band Disturbed came on. I find it quite an improvement on the original – replacing a synth loop with nice crunchy guitars is always a good thing. Leon probably disagrees, but then he’s the only Genesis-Phil Collins fan I’ve ever met in my life, so we’ll let that slide.

As a child of the 80’s, with cable (MTV!) for one glorious year, I still remember the Spitting Image puppets in the original video by Genesis. Disturbed’s new video, done by Todd McFarlane (of Spawn infamy), is even better, or at least cheesier and more over the top.

Sensory nadir of the trip: somewhere about a 100 miles north of Bakersfield on I-5, a overwhelming stench reminiscent of rotting fish hit my nose a split second before Susan’s. Then it got eye-wateringly, gaggingly worse. As we looked out the right window, we saw the cause: cows. Not just a few cows. Thousands of cows. A vast sea of cows. Bovines every few feet as far as the eye could see. I wish I’d taken a picture, but I was more focused on speeding through the noxious vapor zone as quickly as possible. The first thing we had to do when we got home was figure out whose cows they were. Turns out that’s the feedlot of Harris Ranch. What’s frightening: there’s a restaurant right there. Now, I enjoy meat, and generally don’t worry about the fact that I’m eating something that was once a living, breathing animal – but I’d completely lose my appetite anywhere close to that putrid environment. This isn’t even taking into account being just down the road from where dinner got slaughtered (do diners get to pick out their cows ala Cantonese seafood dinner?).

To our horror, our roomate’s actually eaten there. He claims the restaurant is just fine. Me, well, I think I’ll drive Highway 101 to LA in the future.

Still sick today – gotten worse in the last couple of days. Susan has been running a fever for a week now. It’s been very nasty, although Patient Zero (the woman on the tour group who gave us this cold) was hospitalized for pneumonia, so I suppose it could be worse.

I stayed at home today. Staving off boredom, I realised it’s been a while since I posted any music. So I tried out a new toy: a Fishman C-100 cello pickup. It’s the little copper thing wedged on the side of the bridge in the picture, plus the metal cylinder stuck to the tailpiece. I purchased it in anticipation of live performances with the Punk Rock Orchestra. That hasn’t happened yet, for various reasons I won’t get into here, so it’s been sitting idle until today.

I tried out my latest cello arrangement: Paranoid, by Black Sabbath, using the pickup plugged into a M-Audio MobilePre USB preamp (also a mostly unused toy), connected to my Powerbook, running GarageBand. Yep, it’s still the same clunky version of GarageBand that I tried last time, but GarageBand managed to behave reasonably today.

Result: Paranoid arranged for three cellos (MP3 file, 2.8 MB). The cello tracks have simulated amps (”English Channel” seemed appropriate). I cheated outrageously with the intonation and timing (GarageBand’s “make it sound nice” features), and the drum track was knocked out in about five minutes, but I think it’s listenable.