there’s something i have to say
SATB, a cappella
Program notes
I love so many settings of the mass. William Byrd’s Mass for Five Voices from around 1594 was meant to be sung in secret to avoid punishment from anti-Catholic sentiment in Tudor England. Swiss composer Frank Martin’s Mass for Double Choir from the 1920s spent 40 years in a drawer before being released by the composer because he “considered it to be a matter between God and myself.” Another favorite of mine, Leonard Bernstein’s gigantic two-hour theatrical piece, MASS, was written at the behest of former First Lady Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis to celebrate the 1971 opening of the John. F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts in Washington, D.C. (which then-President Richard Nixon was famously recorded on tape attempting to avoid due to the composer’s lefty politics). Essentially, over the centuries, writing a mass has become to the choral world what writing a symphony might be for orchestral composers: an ancient form so well-established in the medium that the listener can easily hear the unique aspects of a particular work.
But all those works use the traditional Latin texts of the Catholic Church and, as someone who doesn’t ascribe to any faith, I always felt a little iced out of having a full experience with those works; like it was messaging I wasn’t really included in, or that there wasn’t a container for who I am in those works. That’s not to say those pieces can’t transcend religious boundaries—at the very least they’re treasured historical artifacts that show a cultural through line over the course of more than a millennium—but the notion that myself and a host of other choral singers, listeners, and composers might consistently be forced into an areligious relationship with these masses lead me to the desire to write what you’re about to hear.
Even with this tension, it always felt like there was some buried honesty in the mass for me and, besides that, the ritual of saying something cathartic, or meditative, or revelatory seemed deeply human and closely tied to experiences we all take part in at times in our lives. We all have to ask for help sometimes; we all have certain things that we cherish; we all feel pain; we all move in and out of these liminal therapeutic relationships, spaces, or mindsets; and being routinely–ceremonially–reminded of these moments in our lives can be incredibly useful.
That idea of ceremony is the reason for the double meaning in the title, because the Latin mass ordinaries—the Kyrie, Gloria, Credo, Sanctus, and Agnus Dei texts we’ve all likely heard at a choral concert—are the parts of the mass that must be spoken or sung every Sunday; you’re required to say them. Hence, there’s something i have to say, a work about the endless process of becoming the best version of yourself.
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crisis of confidence, is the “Kyrie” of my mass and, because that movement of the genre has such a perceptible, repetitious form, the text by American poet Robert Ressler offers a refrain. The question that keeps returning alludes to the notion that sometimes–to quote theologian Nadia Bolz-Weber–“I have only my confession…of my own real brokenness…to offer.” By the final bars of the movement, though, a transformation has taken place.
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The words of thirteenth-century Sufi mystic Rumi (1207-1273) usher in the next movement scored for double choir. His poetry–presented in a legendary English translation by American poet Coleman Barks–is made up of words of praise and grief; gratitude and play. healing measures is the first time the mass looks joyfully outward as the first beams of light begin to appear.
But stepping out of a dark place takes work, so Rumi’s poetry is presented alongside another text by Ressler about a culinary process called nixtamalization during which raw corn is prepared in such a way that adds nutritional value, detoxifies it, and adds a more enticing flavor and aroma. Here, this laborious marvel of indigenous science is used as a metaphor for the transformative power of self-healing.
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In the English-speaking world, the title of the Catholic statement of belief from the mass—the Credo—is a shorthand for a general list of ideals which guide our actions. I’ve always been fascinated by principles like this that various religions and governments of the world emphasize in order to form a functional society, and rules to live by is my attempt to write a libretto which includes a plurality of them. To do so, I gathered excerpts from the Bible, the tenets of the Bahá’í faith, a declaration from a 1989 meeting of socialists in Stockholm, a mission statement from a non-profit organization, and even a pop song from the 1990s.
However, because choirs are built on micro versions of these larger societal agreements, I also asked the members of The Choral Project to finish the phrase “I believe...” as many times as they wanted. Some of the responses I got were cheeky (“I believe there’s no singing allowed in the bedroom”), while others were heartfelt (“I believe in my children”), but together they all formed a beautiful metaphorical quilt showing how the musical community which has been hard at work here for over 25 years lives its collective life.
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The first line of Allen Ginsberg’s landmark 1956 Beatnik poem, Howl, is iconic in American poetry: “I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.” What’s lesser known is the fourth and final section of that lengthy text–which Ginsberg subtitled simply, “Footnote to Howl”–in which he describes a multitude of things that are “holy” to him. As a composer who came up in the choral tradition, I immediately thought of the countless settings of the Sanctus text I’ve sung over the years; a text which shares the same character of shouting to the heavens that the long, loud cry of “Howl” holds for me as well.
I connected deeply with the contents of Ginsberg’s list of things that are holy. Sacred to him are things like his mentally ill mother, his partner of over 40 years (Peter), the body, the soul, the saxophone, the city, and suffering itself. The list represented here in howl is lengthy, beautiful, and embracing, and I’d encourage anyone who’s unfamiliar with the footnote to this epic American poem to seek it out and find yourself in it somewhere.
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Sometimes, when a burden–be it emotional, psychological, physical, or financial–becomes too much for us to bear, many of us seek out someone else to shoulder it for a moment while we catch our breath. teacher lover lamb is a work about the various roles others in our lives can inhabit when we occasionally need a little extra help.
there’s something i have to say was commissioned by The Choral Project (Daniel Hughes, conductor) and received its premiere on June 24, 2023.
Performed by The Choral Project (Daniel Hughes, conductor)
The Texts
1. crisis of confidence
By Robert Ressler (b. 1988)
I feel full of anger.
Sometimes I hate.
I am vain, cruel, and ungenerous.
Do not come near me.
Lest you be tainted by this misery I have made.
I am unworthy, disqualified.
My heart seems to move through my life like a thresher.
How do I know what I’m doing is right?
That I am still here seems a miracle;
This world a lesson I’m not meant to understand.
There is a place in my heart that feels so
inhospitable that no sound can ever reach it;
a grief so thick it occupies every room I step into.
How do I know what I’m doing is right?
But only fool and fanatic are certain.
That I am confused is a good sign.
My brokenness is not the final word.
I am not the worst things that I have ever done.
How do I know what I’m doing is right?
To open a window from my heart to the world.
To be startled back to the truth of who I am.
To wake up laughing at what I thought was my grief.
I long to be forgiven
and returned to myself.
2. healing measures
Nixtamalization
Use what is near you.
Use what came before you.
Cleanse.
This may involve heat.
It may take a while.
You will be bathed in it.
Ground down by hand.
Combined with what you like.
Formed to what is best for you.
By Robert Ressler (b. 1988)
Excerpts from Rumi
Don’t just ask for one mercy.
Let them flood in.
Where lowland is, that’s where water goes.
All medicine wants is pain to cure.
Give your weakness to one who helps.
Conscious decisions and personal memory
are much too small a place to live
Something opens your wings.
Something makes boredom and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us.
We taste only sacredness.
Inside this new love, die.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side.
Die, and be quiet.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
Dance, when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you’re perfectly free.
Your task is not to seek for love,
but merely to seek and find all the barriers
within yourself that you have built against it.
I know this with all certainty.
I know this with my soul and proof is not required.
Translations of Rumi (1207-1273) by Coleman Barks (b. 1937)
Used with kind permission
3. rules to live by
Text adapted from various sources by the composer. Included in it are responses collected from members of the commissioning ensemble.
I believe...
...your ‘yes’ should always mean ‘yes.’
...you ‘no’ should always mean ‘no.’
...nothing is ever clearly defined.
...we have many ways to reach the same truth.
...what you give to the world is returned to you.
...no one has the right to end someone else's life.
...hate comes from ignorance.
...the future comes from our dreams.
...in hard work.
...in living a life of integrity.
...compassion has the power to heal.
...we are put here to help people.
...in the power of my own body.
...in the strength of my mind.
I believe...
...in the goodness of others.
...that I can make a difference.
...in my children.
...in myself.
...I am worthy of love.
...that everyone is.
...that the world is difficult.
...that the world is good.
I believe we should respect those who helped us become a good person.
And we should try to feed those who struggle to feed themselves.
And we should try to defend those who cannot defend themselves.
And we should see a bit of ourselves in everyone that we meet.
And we should show mercy for no reason than that it is the right thing to do.
And we should try to make peace, even at great cost.
I believe...
...that there must be equal rights for all people.
...that we are many cultures but one humanity.
...that diversity is a strength and not a weakness.
...that we should try to create places of integrity.
...that fellowship is the basis of humanity.
...that families can be chosen or given.
...in “us.”
...there is no such thing as “them.”
I believe...
...we should embrace those who are in need.
...that everyone is struggling with something.
...that we are all just doing the best we can.
I believe...
...music brings us closer to our own divinity.
...divinity can mean a lot of things.
...music can change you.
4. howl
By Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997)
Adapted by the composer and used with kind permission.
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
The world is holy!
The soul is holy!
The skin is holy!
Everything is holy!
everybody’s holy!
everywhere is holy!
everyday is in eternity!
Everyman’s an angel!
…as holy as the seraphim!
the madman is holy
as you my soul are holy!
The typewriter is holy
the poem is holy
the voice is holy
the hearers are holy
the ecstasy is holy!
Holy Peter
holy Allen
holy Kerouac
holy Burroughs
holy the unknown buggered
and suffering beggars
holy the hideous human angels!
Holy my mother in the insane asylum!
Holy the groaning saxophone!
Holy the bop apocalypse!
Holy the jazzbands marijuana hipsters
peace peyote pipes & drums!
Holy the crazy shepherds of rebellion!
Holy New York
Holy San Francisco
Holy Peoria & Seattle
Holy Paris Tangiers Moscow Istanbul!
Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements!
Holy the cafeterias filled with the millions!
Holy the mysterious rivers
of tears under the streets!
Holy the lone juggernaut!
Holy the vast lamb of the middleclass!
holy the clocks in space
holy time in eternity
holy eternity in time
Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith!
Holy! Ours! bodies! suffering! magnanimity!
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!
Everybody’s holy!
Everywhere is holy!
Everything is holy!
5. teacher lover lamb
Libretto from various sources; assembled by the composer
sometimes i need…
…a guide
…a mentor
…a healer
…a teacher
…a neighbor
sometimes i need…
…a therapist
…an investigator
…a contractor
…a coach
…an expert
…a role model
sometimes i need…
…a champion
…an advocate
…an enemy
…a lover
…a partner
…a friend
…my family
…a holy man
…a lamb of god
sometimes i need…
…you