A Blog Worth Following

If you have even a passing interest in the arts scene in the SF Bay Area, do yourself a favor and check out Chloe Veltman’s excellent blog, lies like truth.

It’s one of the most refreshingly paced blogs I’ve come across. Veltman posts a few times a week and the posts are short, but very concise. She’s a good enough writer that she can cover a lot of ground in a small amount of space, so even after just a few paragraphs, you feel like you got a lot of solid information.

The range of topics is wide: theatre, the visual arts, and many genres of music all fall within her radar. Her criticism is intelligent and well-balanced, and she highlights artists and work often missed by the larger media outlets but still worthy of attention.

The quality of her work has attracted an equally intelligent audience: the signal-to-noise ratio of the user comments is as high as you’ll find anywhere.

Perhaps that thing I like the most is that her posts remind me of how vibrant and diverse the arts scene in the Bay Area is. I no longer take for granted how lucky we are to live here. It helps, even in a small way, to make the cost of living here a little easier to bear.

A Jazz Tweetup In Berkeley

I’m always excited about playing live shows, but this one is a little special.

On Tuesday Sept 7th, I’ll be playing at the Beta Lounge in Berkeley with trumpeters Jason Parker and Dave Hoffman, guitarist Rob Michael, and bassist Steve Uccello. This gig will be the first time group has ever played together. In fact, most of us have never even met in person before – we all met each other on Twitter.

Twitter, for those that don’t know, is a social networking site that allows users to post short (140-character) updates in response to the question “What are you doing right now?”. Much has already been written about Twitter (including a terrific book), so I won’t try to go into the details here, but in my experience, Twitter has been by far the most powerful tool I’ve seen to help me connect with people with common interests.

Take the guys I mentioned earlier. When I first started on Twitter, I ran some searches for “music”, “jazz”, and “piano”. I can’t remember which of these guys I found first, but I started “following” them (i.e. telling Twitter that I want to see their updates on my home page) and they followed me back. Then I noticed who they were exchanging messages with and picked up the trail of breadcrumbs from there. The end result is an informal community of folks sharing the ups and downs and joys and trials of life and music, moment to moment.

And, unlike any social networking site I’ve been part of before, the connections made online often lead to connections in The Real World: like, for example, a gig.

Jason, who lives in the Seattle, “tweeted” that he was going to be in the Bay Area in early September and asked who was going to be around. Rob suggested that three of us should play together and maybe have Steve join us. Jason then asked Dave to jump in too. We went back and forth on dates and eventually found one that worked for everyone. This conversation unfolded of the course of a few hours (all on Twitter of course).

Jason contacted the Beta Lounge, as he had performed there a few months ago with his band, and they agreed to host our “tweetup”. This will be a great venue for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that they have wifi available. That will allow us to stream the gig over the web, so that our other Twitter friends from (literally) across the globe can join in the fun as well.

But quite apart from the Music-2.0 nifftiness of this gig, it’s exciting for me for personal reasons as well. Over the year or so that I’ve been on Twitter, I’ve not only enjoyed conversing with these guys, I’ve also come to have tremendous respect for them as musicians. These guys are all working pros and have some great recordings available for download (Steve’s album “Symmetria” was playing pretty much constantly when I first got it).

Twitter has actually become the main way I discover new music: my iPod is slowly being taken over by the folks that I meet online, music I never would have heard anywhere else. The artists I listen to are people that I have a personal connection with, people I chat with almost daily.

And now I not only get to meet them in person, I get to jam with them as well. How cool is that?

If you’re in the Bay Area, I hope you’ll be able to come by the Beta Lounge next Tuesday night. If you can’t make it, you can still watch it on the web (if the Gods Of Technology are smiling that night), and I’m sure there will be tweets a-plenty as well. I don’t yet know what the URL for the stream will be, but I’ll post it on (you guessed it) Twitter once I know, and to Facebook as well. See you there!

(For you hard-core Twitter users, look for the #SSIJ hashtag (“Secret Society Of Internet Jazzers”) to join in the fray.)

UPDATE: Here’s the URL for the web stream, and here is the Facebook event page

Song-A-Day 2010: Game On

I’m finally taking the plunge.

For the past few years, my friend Chris Greacen has been organizing an annual Song-A-Day project, where musicians write and record a new song each day for a month (thankfully he chose February, as it’s the shortest month).

The main constraint (and this is tricky for a lot of recording artists) is to focus on song creation and less on the production of the recording – there just isn’t time to obsess over getting exactly the right EQ setting on the reverb on the hi-hat when you’ve got to get the damn thing mixed and posted before bedtime. If you have any tendency toward perfectionism (ahem), this can be abject torture.

This may be a large part of why I’ve resisted participating until now, but I think I also just wasn’t sure what would be gained by the exercise. Why put yourself through that kind of pressure? What’s to be gained?

This year, I began to see how this might be a really good thing for me to do, so I’m taking a deep breath and giving it a whirl. And when it’s late at night, and I’m staring at the keyboard trying to the think of something to write, I’m going to remind myself that these are things that I hope will come out of all this:

  • Give my creative life a kick in the pants. I feel like I’ve been much less disciplined about making time for music; being forced to create something new each day will be like creative boot camp. Hopefully, I can strike some sort of sustainable balance come March
  • Refine my studio workflow. I’ve acquired some new gear over the past few months, and being in the studio each day will help me learn my way around.
  • Generate some material for a new album. I’ve had an idea for an album-length project rolling around in my head, and I’m hoping that by the end of the month I’ll have a stockpile of raw material that I can shape into some kind of cohesive whole
  • Keep perfectionism at bay for awhile. As I wrote in a previous post, there’s a time and place for perfectionism. The Song-A-Day project definitely ain’t it. I’m looking forward to spending an extended amount of time in a “create first, ask questions later” mode, and seeing what kind of effect that has on my creative process. For the rest of this month, I’ll be able to forgive myself for not obsessing, because it just won’t be an option.

If you’d like to follow my progress, you can see all of my daily work at the main Song-A-day page, and I expect I’ll be tweeting about it as well. And please let me know if anything in particular strikes your fancy – I might be too exhausted to notice it myself.

Creativity Blues

As a general rule, we feel better when we do our creative work than when we don’t.

We may procrastinate, we may drag our heels. And once we actually do get down to work, we may find it tiring, even frustrating. But even then, we can at least walk away with a feeling of satisfaction for having taken the time and energy to let our creative spirit loose for a bit, and that’s always a good feeling.

Except when it isn’t.

There are times when you conclude a session feeling a little moody, even depressed. You may have have been wonderfully productive, and created some work you’re actually proud of, but there’s still a certain heaviness you can’t quite shake. I’ve been confused by this many times, and have come to believe that it’s a natural and predictable (if annoying) by-product of the creative process.

When you’re working at your best, your whole self is involved, and your creative side is drawing on all parts of who you are. And that’s a good thing. The trouble is, you sometimes stir up some dust in the infrequently visited parts of your psyche and that can leave you with, for lack of a better term, a kind of amorphous feeling of ooginess.

Oddly enough, this is actually good news, if a little hard to take. It means that you’re not just scratching the surface. You’re doing some good, deep work that’s actually involving your whole soul. The more vulnerable you feel, the more true your work probably is.

More good news: if this is happening to you, you have license to be extra kind to yourself. Go for the comfort foods, the cheesy movies, some quality time with your favorite people, or whatever works for you. You did some good work and got to some interesting places, so indulge yourself a little and just ride the feelings out. They’ll pass.

At least until next time.

The Trouble With "Good"

For most artists, there’s a nagging question that’s damn near impossible to avoid.

It shows up when you’re trying to work. Sometimes it’s blaring loudly in your conscious mind, and other times it’s murmuring softly in the background, like an annoying sound that makes your jaw clench up without your realizing it. Even the most productive work session can grind to a painful halt when this question arrives.

“Is this any good?”

It seems like a reasonable thing to ask; after all, we want to make good work, so why not check in from time to time and see if that’s actually what we’re doing? But the truth is that this question is a productivity killer, and is useful only if our intent is to drive ourselves insane.

The first problem is that there is no meaningful answer to this question because we don’t really know what “good” is.

Despite what anyone may say, we don’t have a practical, universally-accepted definition of “good” art. Lots of people have lots of opinions about what the criteria ought to be, but there’s nothing definitive that the working artist can hold on to with any degree of certainty.

This helps explain why many of the works we now consider masterpieces were once completely ignored or even reviled (and vice versa). The works didn’t change, but the standards by which they were judged did, and continue to do so.

Professional sports teams don’t have this problem. Ask ten different sports writers who the best team in the NBA is and you will get the same answer. Ask ten different literary critics who the greatest living poet is and you will probably get ten different answers. Ask again in a couple of months, and you might get another set of answers.

Basketball teams are governed by the ranking system set by the NBA. “Good” in this context means something very specific — the ratio of games won to games lost — and that meaning is well-understood.

Art doesn’t work like this. There are as many standards for what makes great art as there are individuals to come up with them, so a clear and meaningful answer to “is this any good?” is, practically speaking, almost impossible.

“Ah yes, but”, you say to me, “I have my own criteria for what makes great work. I know what I’m trying to achieve and I can tell if I’ve achieved it or not. Can’t I just use my own standards to evaluate my work?”

Perhaps, but has this ever happened to you?

You’re working on something new and you’re feeling great. You’re in “the zone”, the work is flowing like never before, and you’re sure that this piece is going to be “the one”: your breakthrough masterpiece, the work that gets you fame, fortune, and the adulation of your peers. This is it — you have arrived. You walk away from your workspace and start rehearsing what you’ll say on all the talk shows.

The next day you return, review what you’ve done, and wonder how you could have deluded yourself so egregiously. The work is terrible, the worst thing ever made (not just by you, but by anyone). You’re a complete failure, and you should probably just give it up once and for all.

Does this sound familiar? The work didn’t change at all, but your opinion of it just turned 180 degrees.

Maybe own our criteria is not as iron-clad as we think it is.

This brings us to the second problem: we are the least-qualified individuals to judge our own work. We’re just too close to it to look at it objectively. Over time, as we gain some distance, we can evaluate it more meaningfully, but while we’re in the middle of it, our judgment is suspect at best.

This leaves us in a bit of a predicament: we desperately want to make good art, and live in mortal fear of making bad art, but we have no reliable way of determining if we’ve achieved either. If there’s any truth to the old saw about all artists being crazy, this may very well be the reason.

So what do we do?

I think we need to try to change the question. “Is this any good?” fails the usefulness test, but there may be other, more effective, questions we can ask that will actually help us get our work done. Try these on for size:

  1. “Is this clear?” Nietzche once said that great writers would rather be understood than admired. Is the piece understandable? Is it very clearly saying what you want to it say, or is the message being muddled by elements that don’t belong? In the TV show “Studio 60”, a junior writer, after watching her sketch bomb horribly at a dress rehearsal, sits down at her computer, restates the premise of the sketch and says “OK: let’s throw out everything that isn’t THAT”. I think that’s a good way to approach it.

    Of course it’s possible that you may not know exactly what the piece is saying. That’s actually pretty normal, especially in the early stages (and you may never know for sure), but you should at least have the feeling that it holds together, that everything that’s in there belongs. Any part doesn’t feel right or seems out of place needs your attention. You want to feel like all of the pieces are working together to make some sort of coherent whole, even if you can’t clearly articulate what that whole is.

  2. “Is this authentic?” Does the voice behind the work belong to you, or are you borrowing someone else’s? Are you using cleverness as a substitute for true feeling? Are you trying to make your work seem “smart” to take the piss out of your critics? Are you trying to be someone else?

    This is a much tougher question, and a solid “yes” is hard to come by – Miles Davis once said “Sometimes you have to play a long time to be able to play like yourself”. If you can answer this question with “no…but I think I’m getting there”, that’s always going to be good enough. You’re on the right track.

If I’m making this sound easy, I apologize. It’s not. You may be staring at your work in frustration knowing that it’s neither clear nor authentic but without knowing what to do to fix it. That’s where craft comes in, and that takes practice, a lifetime of practice, in fact. But these questions can actually help move you forward, whereas “is this any good?” is likely to leave you spinning around in circles.

At least until someone comes up with the art equivalent of the NBA.

Work Routines

What sort of routine do you have for doing your work? Are you an early riser, or a night owl? Do you do all your work in one burst, or in several short sessions throughout the day? Do you have any rituals that you follow before you start work?

Compare your answers with some of the most famous artists, philosophers and scientists at Daily Routines, a very well-organized blog that provides a fascinating, nuts-and-bolts look into how very successful individuals structured their days get their work done.

The patterns vary widely, but a theme of consistency runs throughout. Having found a particular routine, most of these folks stuck to it for many years. I think there’s an important lesson there.

Plus, if you’re a 9-to-5′er and you think that your day job gets in the way of getting your work done, take heart: Anthony Trollope produced 49 novels in 35 years while holding down a day job at the postal service. Kinda kills that excuse, doesn’t it?

(via The Very Short List)

Art And Love

Really, I think one’s art goes only as far and as deep as your love goes.

— Andrew Wyeth