Tag: Philadelphia

  • Discovering Robert Moran A Philadelphia Story

    Discovering Robert Moran A Philadelphia Story

    I first encountered Robert Moran’s music while browsing through the bins at Tower Records Classical Annex, then located at 6th & South Streets in Philadelphia. As was the custom, new recordings would be played over the sound system on the sales floor. On this particular occasion, one of the clerks put on “Arias, Interludes and Inventions,” a suite from the opera “Desert of Roses,” Bob’s take on the Beauty and the Beast fairy tale, premiered at Houston Grand Opera in 1992. Before I was wholly aware of what was happening, my heart had melted all over the polished hardwood floor. I floated to the counter to inquire what it was we were listening to, and an instant sale was made.

    I first encountered Robert Moran in person a few years later, when he wandered into my original bookshop on South 17th Street. I didn’t recognize who he was until he handed me his credit card. “Robert Moran?” I said. “Any relation to the composer?” That kind of question has led to its share of enduring friendships. It turns out people like being recognized. (The exception was a certain principal of the Philadelphia Orchestra, who slinked out as soon as he could, never to return again!)

    Although a small business owner, with all of the nightmarish zoning and tax obligations that entailed, I was also still very much a bohemian, with my living space extending off the back of the building, all German Expressionist-like, at the end of a long, crooked hallway, separated from the sales floor only by a magic curtain. On certain winter afternoons, you could smell the crock pot percolating in the kitchenette, not far from a mass of black mold that had formed around one of the many leaks in the stucco ceiling. (No stucco in the immaculately redone retail space.)

    My record collection, already substantial, was rather modest by comparison to today’s library (which continues to expand with a tenacity any mold would envy). I laid my hand on Bob’s CD and was back in a flash.

    He took the booklet and inscribed in his florid hand:

    For Ross –
    What a lovely
    Surprise!! Wonderful
    Luck – your
    splendid Bookstore –
    Robert Moran
    Oct. 15, 1997
    Phila

    Bob gained notoriety in the late 1960s and early ‘70s through a series of “events” incorporating, respectively, the cities of San Francisco (“39 Minutes for 39 Autos”), Bethlehem, PA (“Hallelujah”), and Graz, Austria (“Pachelbel Promenade”). These involved tens of thousands of performers.

    For “39 minutes for 39 Autos,” he enlisted skyscrapers, airplanes, radio stations, musicians, dancers, and yes, automobiles, to create a one-of-a-kind, purely-of-the-moment spectacular of light and sound. Sooner or later, such a thing was bound to occur to a composer living in San Francisco in 1969.

    But he actually could could write music, too. Classical music’s merry prankster studied twelve-tone technique with Hans Erich Apostel in Vienna, before being accepted into a composition class of four at Mills College, where he was taught by Darius Milhaud and Luciano Berio. His classmates included Steve Reich, Phil Lesh, and Tom Constanten. Lesh and Constanten went on to play for The Grateful Dead. And Reich? Who knows what happened to that guy.

    Bob was also influenced by Minimalism and became a friend and collaborator of Philip Glass. (On my wall is a signed poster for their collaborative opera “The Juniper Tree.”)

    Last year, he composed a monodrama for God – yes, you read that correctly (in case you’re interested, God is a baritone) – and a 20-minute choral work, “Circles of Iron.”

    He continues to experiment with aleatory, or chance elements. With Robert Moran, you never know what you’re going to get. In his more puckish moments, he might write for 39 autos, giant puppets, or an electric popcorn popper. But then there are times when his natural gift for lyricism will melt your heart.

    Happy birthday, Bob! Let Bob eat cake!


    Lo and behold, Robert Moran is the subject of today’s Composers Datebook, broadcast on classical music stations nationwide. Listen here.

    https://www.yourclassical.org/episode/2024/01/08/more-on-moran

    An aria from Bob’s opera “Desert of Roses”

    Selections from “Trinity Requiem,” for the tenth anniversary of 9/11

    Flying high over Albania

    “Alice” for Scottish Ballet

    Looking groovy and introducing his “Lunchbag Opera” for the BBC

    “Buddha Goes to Bayreuth,” Part 1

    “Buddha Goes to Bayreuth,” Part 2

    “Modern Love Waltz” by Philip Glass, arranged by Robert Moran for accordion and cello

    “Waltz. In Memoriam Maurice Ravel”

  • Lion King Flutist Philadelphia Encounter

    Lion King Flutist Philadelphia Encounter

    Yesterday, I was in Philadelphia to meet composer Robert Moran for lunch, and we wound up at Indian Restaurant (yes, that’s the name) at 1634 South Street. We were the only ones eating in, until the arrival of a third diner, who couldn’t help but overhear our fascinating conversation, as we sat in the window of the otherwise empty establishment. This is how we came to meet Darlene Drew, a musician, it turns out, in town with a touring production of “The Lion King.” That’s Darlene in the pit, during the show, playing no fewer than 13 ethnic flutes! She’s been doing this for 20 years, and has received a fair amount of press for it, as here, in Salt Lake City…

    and here, at the Kennedy Center:

    https://wjla.com/news/local/iconic-disney-the-lion-king-returns-kennedy-center-flutist-darlene-drew-plays-13-flutes-throughout-show-music-musician-performance?fbclid=IwAR0bMKMqThDI6ICxG6sfEFnmQk2aP5JytChOFNSyXJISZuuh5D0EIxS8L2M

    You can learn more about her at her website.

    https://www.darlenedrew.com/

    “The Lion King” continues in Philadelphia at the Academy of Music through September 10.


    PHOTOS: Fast friends in Philadelphia

  • Debussy’s Birthday & My “Flaxen Hair” Moment

    Debussy’s Birthday & My “Flaxen Hair” Moment

    Following a leisurely walk through Rittenhouse Square in Philadelphia about 30 years ago, I sat down at a keyboard in my studio apartment, hoping to recapture the hazy, haunting music that had flitted around the periphery of my consciousness. I smiled with relief and satisfaction, when I knew I had finally gotten it down. I was proud of myself to have created something so beautiful! It was only later that I realized it was “The Girl with the Flaxen Hair.”

    Claude Debussy, always stealing my thunder. Happy birthday, mon vieux!


    Here it is, performed by flaxen-haired twins in a field full of wild flowers.

  • Bob Perkins WRTI Legend to Podcast

    After over a quarter century on the WRTI airwaves, BP is taking his GM to the PC.

    Anyone who listens to jazz on the radio in Philadelphia is familiar with broadcast legend Bob Perkins’ shorthand. “BP with the GM” is “Bob Perkins with the Good Music,” naturally.

    Perkins eased into semi-retirement last year, going from full-time hosting on WRTI to anchoring its “Sunday Jazz Brunch.”

    The “PC” is my own unauthorized addition to Perkins’ lingo. It stands for podcast. At 89, Perkins will be taking the leap into producing fresh digital audio content. You can learn more about it at the link.

    During my time at WRTI, we crossed paths occasionally, if I happened to be filling in on an afternoon classical shift. Knowing his sly sense of humor, I offered once, “It’s not every day that British Petroleum meets American Oil Company” – a play on BP and Amico (Amoco).

    I wish Bob the best. With a lifetime of experience in jazz and the media, the man himself is living history. And of course he’s always had impeccable taste. Whether it’s Yusef Lateef’s “Love Theme from Spartacus” or Dakota Staton’s “The Late, Late Show,” I’ve always enjoyed his GM.

    https://www.wrti.org/wrti-spotlight/2023-03-29/as-bob-perkins-signs-off-at-wrti-a-broadcasting-legend-looks-ahead?fbclid=IwAR0GnvcZ-hHUhffcgm0ZI5RlZOd47j3KjAC9zKjMAvxLTkfwt5yP7c6Q2XA

  • Jerry Blavat Philly’s Geator Rocks On R.I.P.

    Jerry Blavat Philly’s Geator Rocks On R.I.P.

    Broadcast legend Jerry Blavat, the Geator with the Heater, the Boss with the Hot Sauce, is dead at 82. My roommate and I used to call in to Blavat’s request program in Philadelphia back in the mid-1980s. Already, he seemed as if he had been around forever, but of course he was only in his 40s. On one memorable occasion, we got into an on-air contest of matching Woody Allen character names with their respective movies. These were simpler times, before the very mention of Woody stirred controversy. Of course, the Geator himself was not without his complexities. The Boss was saucy to the end, with his annual oldies all-star concert at Philadelphia’s Kimmel Center pending. As Jerry proclaimed in the title of his autobiography, you only rock once. R.I.P.

    Obituary in The Philadelphia Inquirer

    https://www.inquirer.com/obituaries/jerry-blavat-dies-82-philadelphia-geator-with-the-heater-20230120.html

    Talking Sinatra, the mob, and music in Philadelphia Magazine

    https://www.phillymag.com/news/2020/04/04/jerry-blavat-interview/

    With my editor, Dan Aubrey, in the Princeton weekly U.S. 1

    https://www.communitynews.org/news/legendary-dj-jerry-blavat-still-spinning-at-80/article_cf5b452a-ba38-5e2d-a45d-a6401b71050d.html


    PHOTOS: (left) The Geator strikes a characteristic pose; and (top to bottom) spinning discs at his club, Memories; with James Brown; and on “The Monkees”

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