On The
Edge
I heard this joke at a meeting of senior consultants at First Boston:
An associate conductor for a regional orchestra was asked to guest conduct
for an orchestra 1000 miles away. He arrives at the concert hall eager to meet
orchestra members and establish good chemistry with them.
All seems well except for the concertmaster violinist, who regards him
throughout the performance with a baleful frown. The conductor tries everything
to get on the violinist's good side -- he tries being athletic, modest,
emphatic, solicitous -- but nothing changes the expression on the violinist's
face.
So preoccupied is he with the concertmaster's frown that the entire concert
falls flat. He knows he will never be invited back. But before he returns, he
decides to have it out with his nemesis. "All through the concert you
frowned at me. Nothing I did was good enough for you. What did I ever do to
you?"
To which the concertmaster blinks languidly and replies, in a thick Czech
accent, "I hate music."
So what is this "one buttock" stuff? Zander explained it
immediately, illustrating the difference in piano-playing at ages 7, 8, 9, 10 and 11. Each year, the awareness of the music deepens, until the
young pianist finds him or herself sitting on the edge of the piano bench -- on one buttock. The posture bespeaks a level of involvement,
of soulfulness, of suspense even, that a beginner or disinterested party is incapable of.
You cannot sit on the edge of the bench, on one buttock, and hate music.
One thing obvious about Benjamin Zander -- he does not hate music. And yet music
per se is not his message. Music is a means to a deeper message for him -- that we live together, sharing the same hopes and heartaches, in a realm of remarkable possibilities.
But to achieve this state of mind -- generous, joyful, and young at heart -- one
has to be a little at war with the world.
Just as Jim Loehr talked about
"expedient adaptation," the comfortable and conformist
position that the best way through life is the easiest way, Ben Zander described
the normal point of view in the world as one of downward spirals -- the
conventional wisdom that is invariably negative and pessimistic.
Loehr also used the epigram, "If you're on the edge, you're taking up
space." Being on the edge, of course, is critical to one-buttock
piano-playing.
That awful voice
Masters Forum oldtimers may remember the talk given five years ago by Martin
Seligman, on "Learned Optimism," in which he told us that a
pessimistic outlook is the leading predictor of depression and failure. That
talk has many points in common with the message of Maestro Zander.
The downward spiral is apparent everywhere we turn -- the negativity of the
nightly news, the dismal attitude that prevails at the workplace, the feeling we
all have that being positive is somehow not respectable.
Zander's
talk was all show-and-tell. He drew the classic "nine dots" trick on a
pad. How, he asked, can we connect the nine dots with only four lines?
Thinking of the nine dots as a box, the problem is unsolvable. Thinking
"outside the box," however, the solution is simple:
The
box we dwell in is the box of the downward spiral, the dismal treadmill
Why do kids skip? he asked. Why does a four year old waddle up to a stranger
and cry out, Hello! Why do you never see people skipping on Wall Street? The
answer is that adults have forgotten the rhythm of transformation, and succumbed
to the lazy cynicism of the downward spiral. We are all the victims of The
Voice, that nagging, awful voice we hear inside our heads all day, every day,
telling us we're stupid, we're wrong, and we're going to get caught.
Zander said reminding us of that rhythm, and urging us to ignore that awful
interior voice, is his job.
That rhythm is pure manic energy, he said, pointing out that the time
signature of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony is 180 beats per minute. Zander played a
few bars -- we expect the familiar leitmotif to be grand, because no one plays
it the crazy way Beethoven directed; we don't expect it to run fast as a
cheetah.
An A for everyone
Ever wonder why people don't respond better to your overtures? Maybe it's
because you haven't given them an A in advance. In his composition class
in Boston he gives every student an A -- provided they write him a letter
describing who they will become by the end of the course.
It's surprising how much learning people can do when they know grades don't
matter, and they've sent The Voice to stand in the corner. And you can giver
anyone an A -- your boss, your colleagues, your mother. The Israelis can give
Arabs straight A's and vice versa -- who's to say how that might affect the
dialog?
You might think it is nice to be a musician in an orchestra. But according to
one poll, musicians ranked below prison guards in job satisfaction. Why? Perhaps
too many conductors are Arturo Toscaninis -- temperamental potentates who make
musicians' lives miserable for the fun of it.
(Toscanini once fired a musician with 25 years of playing with the orchestra.
Before the musician left the hall, he shouted out, "Toscanini, you son of a
bitch!" Toscanini called out after him, "It's too late to
apologize!")
Having said that, what kind of conductor is Zander? He invited a former
student, Katja Linfield, now with the Minnesota Orchestra, to practice a bit of
a Bach cello piece. Her first efforts sounded great to the audience. But Zander,
moving all around her, offering suggestions, asking questions ("Which
sounds better?") and compelling her to improve the phrasing, right on
stage. Within three minutes the Bach was incredible, swinging and rhythmic and
strong.
Then he did the same with a quarter Katja had assembled on an ad hoc basis,
composed of herself, violist Kerri Ryan, second violinist David Wright and
concertmaster Stephanie Arado. Zander joked, teased, sweet-talked and cajoled
each of the musicians in turn -- even mussing up their hair -- until they too
were feeling the feelings Mozart embedded in the notes ("weeping,
crying") and the music improved 500% before our very ears.
If you are at all interested in teams and teamwork, you had to find this
demonstration. Masters Forum members quizzed the musicians afterward, and all
agreed that they had experienced more freedom and joy in the music than they
knew they could feel while playing. Why? Because Zander had given them an A in
advance. This did not prohibit Zander from offering suggestions -- indeed, it
made the suggestions welcome.
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"A conductor," he mused, "is the only person in the orchestra
not allowed to make noise." His job, or her job, is to give other people
the power to make music.
And before every concert he attaches a sheet of white paper to every
musician's stand, to fill in with any thought about how to make the music more
engaging, more -- wonderful.
We sang
Zander made many jokes about people's
unwillingness to join in, calling people down from the balcony, and calling them
down again from the back rows, until we were all close to him. And one very
touching moment was when the quartet was playing the sweet-sad Mozart piece, and
Zander ran up and down the center aisle pointing to members in their seats,
explaining why the music mattered to each one -- connecting the musicians to the
audience, their artistry to our emotions.
He spoke of the beauty of the shining face, that we are at our very best when
we feel our feelings, and join with one another to express a poisitive thought.
He led the entire 900-person audience in a "Happy Birthday" serenade
to a member whose birthday it was. And he made us sing it like we meant it, as
if we really did wish him and his whole life well. we phrased, we gesticulated,
we sang. This paragraph can not describe how moving it was to realize we could
do this. Nor did Maestro Zander know that Minnesota audiences have to overcome
an even greater natural reluctance to emote publically.
We concluded with the great choral anthem from Beethoven's Ninth Symphony,
composed when he was stone deaf (not tone deaf, which Zander says is as
impossible). The words are a poem by Friedrich Schiller, "Ode to Joy."
Done badly, as might be expected from a houseful of corporate managers, this
song has the potential to be majorly embarrassing. And our first rendition, and
our second, were none too good.
But by our third effort, we sounded pretty good. Read the words below,
imagine them sung by a heavenly choir of 100,000 ecstatic angels, and ponder
whether they could possibly mean what they appear to mean. It is a song of
unspeakable delight at the simple fact of being part of creation, and embracing
open-heartedly the opportunity to sing.
And that was the message that Benjamin Zander brought us that cold December
day.
Michael
Finley
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Ode to Joy
By Friedrich von Schiller
Joy, thou beauteous godly lightning,
Daughter of Elysium,
Fire drunken we are ent'ring
Heavenly, thy holy home!
Thy enchantments bind together,
What did custom's sword divide,
Beggars are a prince's brother,
Where thy gentle wings abide.
Be embrac'd, ye millions yonder!
Take this kiss throughout the world!
Brothers--o'er the stars unfurl'd
Must reside a loving father.
Who the noble prize achieveth,
Good friend of a friend to be;
Who a lovely wife attaineth,
Join us in his jubilee!
Yes--he too who but one being
On this earth can call his own!
He who ne'er was able, weeping
Stealeth from this league alone!
He who in the great ring dwelleth,
Homage pays to sympathy!
To the stars above leads she,
Where on high the Unknown reigneth.
Joy is drunk by every being
From kind nature's flowing breasts,
Every evil, every good thing
For her rosy footprint quests.
Gave she us both wines and kisses,
In the face of death, a friend,
To the worm were given blisses
And the Cherubs God attend.
Fall before him, all ye millions?
Know'st thou the Creator, world?
Seek above the stars unfurl'd,
Yonder dwells He in the heavens.

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