Diagnosed as Sound

Twitphonic?

2009-07-23T13:18:00.006-04:00

The National Symphony introduces real-time program notes via Twitter.

This is going to stir up a bit of controversy. I am far from a purist and all about embracing technology for musical audiences but does this take it too far? Surely, going to the symphony is about experiencing the music as it happens and how each individual audience member engages with that performance in his/her own way. I view these live tweets from the conductor creating two potential problems: disengagement from the audience (aren't the symphony, opera, ballet, theatre, etc. places we go to get away from our smartphones?) and changing the way an audience member might receive and react to a piece. I feel the last one might be more harmful than the first and interfere with the audience member's interpretations of the piece by being fed the conductor's insights to the work in real time.

Also, by allowing the live feed from Twitter on the lawn and not in the house, aren't we promoting an even further division of highbrow/lowbrow value judgments by reserving the technology for the less elite lawn-seating? As if those on lawn seats would benefit from the tweets?

Tweeting from the opera probably isn't in our future but pending the reaction to this it might be at the next symphony concert we attend. What are your thoughts?

Visual Representation

2009-07-23T11:18:00.005-04:00

Here is a visual representation of all 28,266 words of my master's thesis from Wordle. Good to know that it all looks pretty common in the end!

Transitioning

2009-07-23T09:22:00.006-04:00

I'm back from the blogging hiatus of a ridiculously busy spring quarter which was filled with writing too many research papers and grading too many from my students. However, I was quite pleased with the variety of topics and overall writing skills my students developed throughout the past year. I'd say most, if not all, improved their writing skills, which was no small feat (for either of us) but I trust it will pay off for them in the long run. But the best news is that I am finished with coursework. HALLELUJAH! Now, onto prepping for exams and writing that darn dissertation... Oh yes, and welcome back to the real world (see above comic for real life experiences with this so far).

Moving from the frenetic pace of reading, writing, teaching, and pumping coffee just to stay awake into this stagnant stillness of not having any classes and having to gear up for pending exam studying is quite disconcerting. I'm spending many hours a day looking for work (apparently, not a huge market for us overqualified academics at the moment) and trying to build up a core of students to teach lessons to. It's amazing how quickly life can shift from completely crazy over-scheduled madness into unfettered sluggishness. No close deadlines or upcoming projects--it all feels so foreign and far-removed. Thankfully I've had friends to entertain me to keep me from cleaning my living room AGAIN and trying out a ton of new recipes for fun.

But really, WHAT'S NEXT? I recently experienced high competition applying for a barista job. The sad part that everyone looked over 30 and probably was either in or finished with grad school. Oy. (Again, see above comic).

I guess this is a lesson in how to transition. I think I'm not doing very well as I'd much rather plunge forth into work than figure out whatever it is I'm supposed to be figuring out but I guess during the "figuring out," everything will fall into place.

Buried

2009-05-09T00:09:00.005-04:00

My apologies for a lengthy absence, it's been a busy couple of terms. I am currently allergy-ridden and buried underneath a pile of term paper drafts and midterms. I will probably reappear at the end of the quarter once I finish my term papers. Bear with me. In the meantime, I was seduced by New Orleans and think I would immediately move there if I had the opportunity. The PCA conference was awesome, my paper was very well-received, I met many new friends from different disciplines, danced onstage at a drag show, and now have academic groupies...all in all, an awesome trip. I'm also currently pining to go back to Vienna, but that's not in the cards at the moment.

HRC: Gettin’ Sneaky With It

2009-01-23T07:27:00.004-05:00

I attended The L Word HRC premiere at Adonis last weekend. I will say that the HRC is getting sneakier in its tactics and this year, the “suggested donation” for entry to the event was not a “suggested donation” at all . . . you had to pay it to get in and bonus, it counted as your one-year membership to HRC. Now as a general rule, I support HRC because queers need a group that is nationally visible and promotes queer rights. However, since HRC does not view all queer people as equal--I am speaking specifically about transpeople here. HRC cast off transpeople when they thought ENDA (the Employment Non-Discrimination Act designed to protect LGBT people in the workplace) would not pass. When it looked like this legislation wasn’t going to pass, HRC only included gays and lesbians in the proposed legislation . . . never mind that this legislation still failed after cutting out what they felt were the “non-normative” queers. There are also a host of other issues with the corporate, assimilationist nature of the group—it’s all that heteronormative two married gays or lesbians and an adopted baby blather; you never hear about the plights of someone in transition. I’m not saying HRC should be all trans all the time, rather as inclusive as they wanna be (to quote NWA). This is a rant that could go on for a long time. But it’s a real problem—how do you reconcile belonging to a queer political organization (that is rooted in corporate politics, not queer politics, not coalition-building) that is trying to provide a visible (albeit, heteronormative) face to queer issues when it is exclusionary of what they consider to be “non-normative” levels of queerness? By not belonging, we lose national impact; by belonging, we are hypocritical. It’s a catch-22.

#34 and The State of the Arts in the United States

2009-01-23T06:55:00.002-05:00

Apparently I’ve been given a shout-out as #34 in the Top 100 Musicology Blogs.

But wait—top 100 musicology blogs, you say? How many musicology blogs are there? I’m going to guess that we are like Dalmatians and there are 101 musicologically-related bloggers out there. Even so, seeing that this blog is relatively new and my updates are few and far-between, I’m quite pleased I was given the status of the glorious number 34. Not only is 34 an awesome number, cosmically speaking, (according to Doreen Virtue, Ph.D. of the angels, who claims it means “Your prayers are heard and answered by the angels and ascended masters, who are with you right now.”) it is also the title of a lovely instrumental track from Under the Table and Dreaming by the Dave Matthews Band highlighting Leroi Moore. If some of my students had to write a paper on that piece, I could imagine them writing that it sounds like a “heavenly jam session” or “Jazz 4 God.” So, being bestowed the honor of #34, I will blog more with more frequency and try to keep it to music, gender, and pop related issues.

Several of my colleagues were also noted on this list, and you should visit their blogs as well: Good Noise and i am sitting in a room. Sadly, the Omniscient Idiot’s new blog was not applauded, but I am sure it has to do with his change in blog providers. OI had quite a following back in his typepad days [insert virtual shout-out here].

I’ve been in a feverish haze of sickness the past few days, am hopelessly behind in my tasks, and there has been much blog-worthy news. First and foremost, Obama is IN! And while that is exciting on its own, Quincy Jones has begun a petition to ask President Obama to appoint a Secretary of the Arts. This is huge! While many other countries have had Ministers of Art or Culture for centuries, there has never been anything like this in the United States. If you are reading this blog, you are probably (at the very least) marginally involved with the arts. I encourage you to sign this important petition.

Show Me the Money

2009-01-11T08:29:00.009-05:00

The winter term has begun and the grant writing is in full force. I'm applying for a couple grants to support my summer dissertation research and presenting my research in Liverpool (and possibly another conference which I am sending an abstract to in London). I also found a week-long intensive seminar at the Clinton Institute for American Studies at University College, Dublin that occurs around the time I'll be in the UK, so I think I will go ahead and apply for that as well and aim to keep myself ridiculously busy this summer. The seminar I'm really interested in is "Memory, Trauma, and Mediation" which has a lot of wiggle room for potential topics. Needless to say, I'm tiring of explaining the scope of my project and why I am the best candidate for the cash. But I do think the more frequently I force myself to simplify my aims to be understood by the non-specialist and keep questioning "Why should this organization fund my research?," I am getting better at doing this. It's still bothersome and takes time away from what I should be doing (coursework, teaching, etc.) but I am confident that this year's proposals will rock and my trip will be funded. Gotta keep it positive, right?

In the meantime, I am glad I have no conference obligations until April. I have a really varied bunch of courses to keep me occupied until then and I am teaching nineteenth-century music this quarter. My course load is weird, but I think because all the classes are so different, it's causing me to think and connect completely unrelated things in new (and probably unnecessary) ways. I have a seminar in lesbian and queer theory, a seminar in historiography, and an upper level topics course on "the art of silence" in music. Should be a thought-provoking quarter!

2009

2009-01-04T18:28:00.005-05:00

This Piled Higher and Deeper comic pretty much sums it up...although this will be my last new year returning to coursework. I'll have the joy of student loans and hopefully a real (likely adjunct) job to return to after next winter break. So, as I'm thrown back into the harsh reality of another quarter, I hope the bleak midwinter passes you by quickly bringing only the fluffy and pretty snow that is easily driven upon and does not make the roads a mess. Here's to another great year--grad school style.

Happy Holidays

2008-12-24T10:47:00.003-05:00

I think most everyone is in full-throttle holiday break mode at the moment...dealing with traveling, buying presents, etc. I was stranded in the Cleveland airport since my flight to Syracuse was canceled due to low visibility en route. I made it on a standby flight to Rochester later that evening though...even though the flight was overbooked somehow ten people who had canceled flights made it on that one. Spectacular really since there was no chance of getting another flight until the next evening! By the time I made it home I was quite glad to arrive. I am visiting with family for one week before returning to the crunch of grant writing and research.

So dear readers, I wish safe travels, rest, and stress-free days ahead for you. Like Clark W. Griswold, I hope all of your holiday wishes come true.

UK-Bound!

2008-12-18T10:05:00.005-05:00

Recently, I found out that I will be presenting at the 15th Biennial IASPM (International Association for the Study of Popular Music) International Conference in Liverpool, England. That's right! I am not only going to England...I am going to Land of the Beatles! And presenting at a university where there is an entire INSTITUTE OF POPULAR MUSIC. YES!

Now that I know even more Brits, I plan to couch-surf at least part of my way through England (not Liverpool though, since I don't know anyone that lives there) and also visit Dublin and possibly Glasgow. I'm applying for research grants again since I am waiting to hear about a conference in London I submitted to the week prior to the Liverpool conference and also hope to conduct the scholarly interviews with Tori Amos for my dissertation in Cornwall. Those three items grouped on a grant application make a pretty convincing argument, I hope! It would certainly be fantastic to spend three weeks in the UK instead of a week!

I am über excited about this...I've been wanting to go to England forever!!!

I Left My Heart in Vienna

2008-12-18T10:01:00.002-05:00

The weather upon the return to Vienna had markedly improved and the sun was beginning to peek through. Regina caught up on some sleep and I hit the town. I decided to return to Stephansplatz because I loved it so much the first time. I did some window shopping, bought a currywurst recommended by Liz, bought some of the young wine at Wein & Co., and traipsed around in the twilight. Later that evening I met up with Regina at the hostel bar where we prousted with more travelers who suggested we hit the Schönbrunn the following day.

Our last day in Vienna seemed to last forever. We took the UBahn to the middle of nowhere to see Beethoven's grave in Zentralfriedhof. Three hours and snow, wind, and rain later, we found it. I was not surprised I discovered Falco's grave before I found Beethoven's though. "Rock Me, Amadeus," the relic of my childhood, forever remains. Although we covered a lot of territory, we went Schönbrunn Palace, had a lovely dinner and dessert at the cafe and explored the expansive palace grounds as the sun set. We returned to Stephansplatz for one last hurrah--I can't get enough of that place and Regina wanted to purchase some wine. Wine in tow, we returned to the swanky gelateria, only to discover in one week tht the establishment was under new management. They still had the delicious tartuffo chocolate-hazlenutty delicious gelato I'd had the previous time, so I was pleased. After delightfully decadent Viennese treats and a Campari cocktail we lingered in the streets of Vienna before retuning to the hostel to cram our belongings into our luggage once more. Upon packing, we made our last venture into the hostel bar for 1 Euro Ottakringers and shut the place down and waited for our 3 am cab to take us to the airport. The trip home seemed to last forever and when I returned, jet lagged and sleep deprived, I was bitch slapped back into reality by a life-size stack of quizzes and papers to grade and my own reading to catch up on. But every time I reached for my Starbucks refill in chilly Cincinnati, I remembered the taste of the frothy Viennese melange walking down the cobblestone streets, and smiled fondly. Someday, I shall return.

Graz: Where I Went to a Conference and Was Almost Arrested

2008-12-18T09:50:00.003-05:00

The train ride to Graz was amazing. The Eurail traveled through the Alps taking us to southern Austria (Styria), famous for pumpkin seed oil and traditional cuisine We arrived and were promptly lost once again in the rain. We checked into our less than stellar accomodations of the Jugend & Familiegästenhaus and headed out into the rain, got lost again, and eventually met the musicologists for a wonderful dinner at GlocklBräu. I met a lot of lovely ladies from England, Austria, and Germany, and was excited for the promise of meeting more international conferencers the next day. GlocklBräu provided me with some real traditional Austrian fare--my first Wienerschnitzel breaded in toasted pumpkin seeds, a side of potato salad, and a maßt of the GlocklBräu bier. Of course, I could only manage half the meal, since the Wienerschnitzel was the size of my face, but oh so good! After a tiring day of train travel and meeting internatonal musicologists, I headed back to the hostel to get some sleep before presenting my paper early the next morning.

We were greeted at the 1st International Conference for the Students of Systematic Musicology with much pomp and circumstance. My paper was surprisingly well-received considering it fit into the second category of the Austrian conception of systematic musicology--i.e. interdisciplinary methodologies drawing on aesthetics, gender, etc. I got to hear a lot of papers using my conception of systematic musicology and sparked some ideas how I can incorporate these methods into my dissertation research. One of my favorite presentations of the conference considered house music as a South African phenomenon, presented by Thokozani Mhlambi from the University of Capetown. He danced during his presentation, which was pretty cool! Later that night we were treated to a wine and cheese reception and a jazz performance. I met peple from all over including Poland, Croatia, Italy, Mexico, Finland, etc. It was the musicological UN.

On day two in Graz, en route to the conference from the hostel, I got a ticket from the bus police for not following proper procedure and had to pay 60 Eur. Ugh. However, I soldiered on and enjoyed another day filled with conference papers, hung out with some witty Brits, drank a lot of coffee before heading off to our swanky send-off party at the super cool Murinsel where we had a delicious dinner and drinks with new friends. I wished we could have stayed longer if only to have more conversations with these fascinating people and to explore the town some more! But, I had left my heart in Vienna and had to retrieve it. Off on another four hour train ride to return to Vienna.

The few pics of Graz are here.

Full Moon Over Salzburg...and the crazies were out!

2008-12-18T09:41:00.003-05:00

The four hour Eurail to Salzburg was beautiful, but upon arrival I understood why Mozart was crazy. We shared our train cabin with a 20-something guy from Australia who had been traveling Europe for months and looked exhausted and travel-worn (i.e.--he needed a good sleep and a shower). The views from the train were gorgeous, even though it rained most of the ride to Salzburg. Once we got there, the weather had cleared up and we discovered that Salzburg, like the U2 song, was where "the streets have no names." Seriously, not one street was labeled until we got closer to our lodging. We wandered and finally found the Institut St. Sebastian, an old church with female dorms, where we planned to stay for the two nights. Upon arrival, the receptionist had left the maids in charge of handing out room keys. They asked to see our passports and gave us our sheets and a towel and upon our asking about payment, they giggled "gratis." We put our things away to discover one of the younger professors at the Mozart Universität was staying in the room with us...apparently she takes the train in from Berlin to teach piano once a week at the university. We dumped our stuff and hit a small cafe called Cappucino next to the Institut to get our bearings. We headed off into the evening only to discover that a) Salzburg is a very small city and b) there isn't much going on outside of the cobblestone streets near the Salzach River. We found a place with döner kepab, had dinner, and courtesy of Rick Steves (our travel guide for a good portion of the trip) we got lost again and then with the help of a few native Salzburgians and my ever-improving German, we found our way to the Augustiner Bräustübl, a bierhaus where monks brew the beer in the basement of the monastery. Sound too good to be true? No way. This place was like you died and went to beer heaven. If you've ever been to a German bierhaus, or even a psuedo bierhaus such as the Hofbrauhaus in Newport, KY, you know that the inside with the long picnic tables and mugs afloat is a pretty huge space. Well imagine climbing atop a small mountain at night to find a monastery built into the mountain, climbing down several flights of stairs to discover that this place is at least four times the size! Freaking gigantic. And the beer is a ritual. You must get a stein, wash it from a spicket, take it to a serious-looking Austrian woman and buy your beer ticket, and then take your ticket to the beer-pourer and try not to slide your way out of the room with the sudsy, beer-drenched floor. When you successfully find an empty table (which was difficult the night we were there) proust away! However, drinking amazing homemade beer, with the love of Christ stirred into the hops, wasn't enough fun for us. We apparently intruded in on a tänzverein meeting--complete with the inaugeration of the new dance group's president. There were high school age girls dancing, ballroom dancers swinging to "La Bamba," and everyone wearing Drindls and Trachts...complete with silly-looking shriner-esque hats with sequins and/or feathers. Enjoying the complete cultural experience, we raised our glasses "Proust!" We ended up taking an hour long bus ride back to the Institut as the bus took us in a giant loop in the wrong direction.

The next day, I awoke unable to breathe and feverish, probably due to the cold draft coming in from the Institut's old window directly above my head. I had plans to climb the Alps, go to the Mozart museums, among other things, but I felt like shit and it was pouirng down torrential rain. I slept in and took a shower, encountering a strange woman from Tyrol had moved into the room next door to us and was confused about her key. I tried to explain to her in my shoddy German that she needed four keys instead of the three she had, but we were both lost in translation and she had no desire to let me loose from the conversation...I got to listen to her close to a half hour before she let me get ready to see the Mozart museum. She looked like a crazy person. Hair leaping off her head in every direction, wearing Christmas colored plaid pajama pants and a silk flowered shirt. She talked faster than a native New Yorker with an accent thick from the back hills of Austria. I eventually backed away and got ready to leave. Feeling a little better, I trudged through the museum and took a ton of bootleg photos for my students and bought some postcards from the gift shop. The rain got even more torrential, so I decided to pick up an umbrella, although to my chagrin, every single umbrella in Salzburg has a picture of Mozart on it. I finally found a boutique with various umbrellas, all of which appeared to be solid in color. So I grabbed a black one that was cheap and hit the road. When I opened it in the street, I discovered I was duped...the plain black umbrella I purchased blossomed into a bust of Mozart. Oy vey! I met up with Regina where we found a weird little restaurant with Rick Steves's photo in the window. We decided to dine there in homage to Rick who guided us toward great alcoholic beverage on the trip (the heuringer and Bräustübl). I had a delicious Hungarian goulash with a giant semmelknödel (wheat dumpling) which was seriously the size of a softball. Amazing. Regina a plate full of wurst. We then went to a hokey Cafe Mozart with snobbish waiters and ordered dessert. Reg got the apple streudel and I ordered the Mozarttorte, which is similar to the Mozartkugeln sold throughout Salzburg. The chocolates are made of almond paste, marzipan, and pistachio and covered in chocolate...and the torte was similar, although it had green frosting. Freaking fantastic! We then wandered the cobblestone streets before heading back to the Institut.

I decided to stay in and get some more rest so I would be healthy and ready for the conference in Graz, but Regina wanted to go to a smoky jazz bar. I was about to head to bed when I heard some banging on the outside door to our room and having just seen the crazy Tyrolean woman, I assumed it was her and did not want her coming in and yapping my ear off for another hour. The knocking got louder and soon was coming from the crazy woman's room. I was seriously confused and I got up to see what all the commotion was only to discover CTW (Crazy Tyrolean Woman) had stuck her key in the inside of the door, locking Regina out. Reg was pissed and CTW began apologizing profusely in her undeterminable dialect. Salzburg had officially lost its charm. Perhaps it is more picturesque in the summer when the hills are more alive and are not dangerous mudslides. We got our free hard roll and tea from the Institut and were off to catch our train in the morning before CTW appeared and held up our plans. She felt so bad, she fashioned a nesting box made of Salzburg travel guides to give Regina, and I received a phallic looking flourescent green magnetic pen. Score! She gave us her address and insisted that if we ever ventured into Tyrol that we could stay with her...aww. Upon our leaving, the Institut only charged us for one night instead of the two. Actually, the one night charge didn't even appear on my credit card until the following week...the mysterious Institut St. Sebastian. I opened my Mozart umbrella and walked toward the train station, anticipating Graz and the new adventures I'd experience there.

Salzburg pics are here. The weather did not cooperate in the taking of lovely photos.

I <3 VIENNA

2008-12-18T09:24:00.007-05:00

Oh beautiful Wien! The flight wasn't too bad, although ridiculously long. From Dayton to Atlanta to Düsseldorf and finally to Wien! Upon getting completely lost in the airport trying to find some public transport to the hostel, Reg and I took a bus to where we thought the hostel was located...only to discover in the pouring rain that there were indeed 2 Mariahilfer Straßes. Nice. We arrived at the Wombats Hostel (a clean, American-friendly place where we had a private room) with wet pants and hair, but ready to see what Vienna had to offer us. Immediately upon putting our stuff away, I met a girl Liz who lives in London and was staying in Vienna for the weekend on holiday. Regina and I invited her to come see Carmen at the Volksoper with us, since she wanted to see an opera while she was in town. The exploration began in search of traditional Austrian fare. We found a restaurant where the waiter spoke little to no English, so I got to test my ordering skills in German and succeeded. I had a nice hearty meal of roasted chicken and potatoes and leitungswasser (tap water--the water is from the Alps, so no need to spend 3 Euro on the plastic bottle really). After dinner we walked around town and met up with Liz at the Volksoper where we saw the worst production of Carmen I've ever tolerated in my life. It wasn't so much that the entire thing was in German--I've heard the spoken text in German before, but the amateurish production and staging made it all the worse. Thankfully, we decided to hit up Club Flex afterward, a hot underground club next to the Danube. Drinking cheap Ottakringer bier and contact high from all the weed in close proximity, I had conversations with people in German, French, Spanish, and English (hot gay doctor from San Fran)...even some Turkish guy was trying to talk to me. We were almost like royalty in the club...everyone was so pleased with the election and shouting "VIVA OBAMA" at us! We decided it was time to head out around 4 am once the polizei showed up because some guy had a ball of crack next to the Danube and was pissing all over the stairs. AH EUROPE!

The next day, we made sandwiches from fresh Austrian turkey pastrami, mozzarella and fresh bread and took the UBahn to Heilgenstadt, walked around Beethoven land, then took a bus to Kahlenberg which sits atop a mountain near the emergent Alps. Once at the top, where it was freezing, I had melange (Viennese special latte, which is more steamed milk than coffee and absolutely delicious) and hiked down through the wine vineyards in search of the local Heuringer (traditional Viennese wine tavern). We ended up somewhere in Nussdorf and as soon as another Beethoven house appeared, we had found the Heuringer. Only, we had to wait another 30 minutes for it to open...so we hung out on a street corner since we were exhausted from our hike and eventually got to taste the sweet neue wein (new wine) that they just harvested! Of course, I bought two bottles...it's made from a blend of three grapes specific to that part of Vienna and tastes AMAZING. I've never had wine that tasted like it dances on your tongue before! I don't claim to be as much of a wine snob as some of my friends, but this wine tasted so BRIGHT! Seriously amazing!

Monday, we headed to Karlskirche, where we were greeted by Mozart concert ticket sellers at every turn, and then to Stephansplatz to see the huge Gothic St. Stephan's cathedral and the trendy shopping district and horse-drawn carriages. I walked along the Vienna's musical mile while Regina was enjoying a nice Catholic service and kept looking at the mod Haas Haus. We found a fabulous gelateria and had gelato that looked like art for lunch and then took the UBahn to Belvedere Palace, which was amazingly gorgeous. Inside, I indulged in the Gustav Klimt exhibit, which was not as expansive as I'd hoped it to be. We then hopped the UBahn to the Staatsoper, where we scored standing room tickets for 4 Euro to see Barber of Seville. The opera was fantastic, as it was accompanied by the Vienna Phil, singers were fantastic, and the staging, while traditional, was great. After the opera, we went to Cafe Sacher and indulged in their world-famous sacher torte, which was delicious! We walked around the Rathaus (City Hall) and saw the vendors setting up the Christkindlmarkt. Even the Rathaus was dressed up as an advent calendar...and I was thankful even though back home in the states it appears that the Religious Right appears to be in control, that I at least have the option to worship who and/or what I wish...not so much in Austria. On the way back to the hostel, I fell in love with the döner kepab and I'm actually craving one right now. Then to the hostel bar, where we met and partied with many other travelers and got some free Ottakringers.

After three full and glorious days in Vienna, I was tired, I had blisters on my feet, but I still felt ready to take on the world...or at least the rest of Austria.

Here are the pics from Vienna. Enjoy!

Back from Blogging Hiatus

2008-12-18T09:09:00.003-05:00

I haven't updated in what feels like forever, but I am back. I anticipated blogging during my travels to Austria, but I was running around so much and having a great time I decided not to spoil it with things such as keeping my blog updated. So I filed away all the adventures in my mind to share when I had the time, and I found myself with a couple hours...so now you get to read about my Austrian travels and adventures. The conference was a success and I was glad to have met so many new international friends. I cam back to piles of grading and my own work to deal with...but it was all worth it. I made it through another quarter of perilously lengthy term papers and finals week grading mania. I am pleased that the majority of my students did very well in the course and hope they continue on this path as we begin our journey through the 19th century this winter. I'm excited about the holidays as well, I fly back to Syracuse on Sunday for a week and am ready to enjoy a really white Christmas!

Fucking Austria

2008-09-13T08:33:00.003-04:00

While randomly Googling around about Austrian travel, etc., I came across this website, reveling in the hilarity of Fucking, Austria. It amuses me that the traffic sign to the village is frequently stolen. I doubt I will get to visit Fucking during my travels, but the photo-op would certainly be priceless!

A Call to Action

2008-09-06T09:57:00.004-04:00

Change is coming. I can feel it.

Even though this fall is going to be a ridiculously busy quarter with teaching, travel, and that pesky little nuisance of coursework, I will be getting involved with getting voters informed on the issues and out to the polls. I've been awash in the media clusterfuck surrounding the Sarah Palin nomination and stand by, aghast when she opens her mouth to speak for the Hillary Clinton supporters who will rally by her side, or how she has dealt with the old boy's club and plans to shatter that glass ceiling. WOW. She obviously is blind to see that the old boy's club is pimping her out to get votes for the old boy's party and support oppression by white capitalist patriarchy (pardon my bell hooks coming out, but it is so evident here). Due to this mess and that Ohio is as crucial as ever, I will be back to taking it to the streets as I did for Kerry in 2004. To those that scoff at grassroots organizing, this year's election could have the biggest payoff yet in grassroots campaigning than America has seen to date. Bring it on!

Identity Crisis

2008-09-06T09:43:00.005-04:00

Not much scholarly news to note as of late, other than me being face down in piles of queer theory and issues of lesbian identity and representation. I find myself getting really annoyed (as are some of my other women's studies colleagues) as I slog through this material. Everything is butch/femme. The butch is invisible. The femme is invisible. But in a world where identities and performances of gender and sexuality have become overwhelmingly fluid, where the heck is the scholarship on other identities? I only found a handful of articles addressing an "inbetweener" aesthetic...and to me, that's still another way of saying these binary constructions do not work. Neo-femme and post-femme and post-lesbian are tossed around quite a lot as well, but don't really speak to an identity. I've yet to hear someone label themselves as post-femme. It is problematic to me that a field grounded in the deconstruction of these binaries, still upholds them so firmly in scholarship. And as I try to find some answers for my own research, I realize the answers don't exist because the questions haven't been asked. So perhaps my research is going to take the path of asking a lot of serious questions rather than theorizing within a framework that doesn't exist at the moment.

My friend, k, is doing some groundbreaking work on this exact issue with bisexuality. And kudos to her for that! The scholarship on bisexual identity and sexuality is perhaps even further behind lesbian identity and sexuality (which may have to do with so-called lesbian privilege in women's studies...but that is a can of worms I am not opening). So, fellow gender scholars and music scholars who deal with gender--in this area at least, it looks like we've got some work to do.

Back to Sunny California

2008-07-19T00:44:00.003-04:00

So the good news keeps on coming! I just found out I will be speaking on a panel on Queer Musical Genealogies at the Los Angeles Queer Studies Conference in October. My first panel paper and a chance to go back to a city that I am in absolute LOVE with? I am SO there!

My paper for this panel will be on lesbian musical identities in Showtime's drama The L Word. Of course, I am starting all the research from scratch, so I need to get rolling on that now. However, I am very excited to contribute to this panel with two brilliant queer musicology scholars from UCLA I met at the ECHO Conference.

I am excited not only by all the travel that awaits me this year, but the opportunity to stretch out my ideas into new interdisciplinary zones, such as this queer studies conference, the systematic musicology conference in Graz, and the popular culture association conference in New Orleans. If nothing else, I am sure these opportunities will stimulate a lot of new interdisciplinary connections. I am happy, in the nerdiest possible way.

Possibilities

2008-07-18T14:58:00.003-04:00

My colleague and I are considering a short trip (i.e.--two days) to another city before heading on to Graz. Airfares are currently le cheap from Vienna to Milan, which would mean potentially getting to see an opera at LA SCALA! And the joy that is shopping in Milan. Oh bliss! So I am asking my well traveled readers some questions:

1. Have you been to La Scala and had success with acquiring tickets?

2. The Italian train website seems to be a mess to navigate. Any idea on fares from Bergamo to Milan?

3. Does Milan seem all too much to squeeze in during this trip? Will our tastes of espresso, pasta, chianti, tiramisu, and La Scala all be tainted by squeezing in this adventure? It doesn't seem likely to me (lover of all things Italian), but perhaps it's something to consider. Maybe we should float along the Danube for a day instead.

4. Paris is also on the radar although airfare is double that of Milan and travel time is approximately the same. I'm convinced I would need at least three days in Paris (not including travel time) whereas I could probably take on Milan in the time we have. Upon returning, my closet will be grateful for either option.

Thanks for any input you have and expect continued questions until I leave in November!

Katie Reider

2008-07-14T11:18:00.006-04:00

Cincinnati singer/songwriter Katie Reider died this morning. Read more here.

By downloading songs here, you can help defray family medical expenses. The family is also accepting larger donations via PayPal at that site.

"And now I know what it means to be completely free, cause I'm free."

Flavors of Collaboration

2008-07-14T01:52:00.011-04:00

I've been streaming Alanis Morissette's seventh album, Flavors of Entanglement, nonstop on my iPod. She heroically captures the true essence of a breakup--the pain, the soul-searching, the questioning, the introversion, the letting go--with such grace and, dare I use the loaded term, "authenticity." While her songwriting is stronger than her last efforts Under Rug Swept and So-Called Chaos, the production is what makes the CD on par, if not better, than Jagged Little Pill.

Lyrically, it's a breakup album about breakups...typical Morissette territory. But there is also a none-too subtle subtext about universal law and her relationship with God, which is fine by me. While many haters complain of her whiny vocal timbre (which I actually enjoy), this depth to the lyrics makes the album less diary entry-esque and gives it that wide-appeal that everyone that has been through a breakup can appreciate and identify with. Of course, not everyone's been dumped for Scarlet Johansson, but the result appeals to non-Hollywood types as well. I think Flavors of Entanglement showcases some of the most well-crafted songs she's written, but her collaboration with producer Guy Sigsworth is truly why I cannot stop pumping this into my ears. He's worked with Madonna, Björk, Imogen Heap (one half of Frou Frou), among others, and his subtle and eclectic use of electronica and acoustic elements highlight structurally strong songs (even the ones that veer off into obtuse diatribes). The eclecticism is really what excites me--a fusion of Icelandic soundscapes mixed with tabla on "Citizen of the Planet," to radio-friendly pop in "Underneath" (the first released single, which is one of the lease musically exciting offerings on the album although it is catchy and I enjoy the lyrics), to hardcore anger therapy with Evanescence-esque bass reverb in "Straightjacket" and "Versions of Violence." Sigsworth manages to mesh together these styles, layered vocals, and subtle electronic pulsing in the über-catchy "Giggling Again For No Reason." Sparser textures on "Not as We" and "Orchid" also help the overall balance from becoming too inundated with electronic layers. Some of the tracks are available here for listening. Many of you are aware of my penchant for music videos and with few good videos being made since the demise of MTV, I appreciated Sanji's video for the mediocre "Underneath." It's kind of cheesy, but I like his fusion of the outside/inside worlds. He also directed the video for Tori Amos's "A Sorta Fairytale" starring Adrien Brody and I've been a fan of his work since.

I'm glad I had to wait four years for this--it helps me to appreciate it more. It's probably the most honest group of songs I've listened to in a while. And while honesty can be trimmed and edited to be sleeker, shinier, and have more mass appeal, I appreciate that she kept many her over-the-top grammaticisms, odd word choices, and occasional rants.

On a side note of excellent collaboration, Coldplay's Viva la Vida or Death and All His Friends with the lovely rendering of Eugene Delacroix's Liberty Leading the People on the cover, is worth checking out. For everyone that writes off Coldplay as a U2-ripoff, Brian Eno collaborates with the band on Viva la Vida, but the effect is something different than his previous work with Coldplay on X&Y, which was so dirge-ridden it should have come with a bottle of Prozac. While Viva la Vida slags into a formulaic slump in the middle of the album, what frames it is everything X&Y was not. It's downright inspirational. "Lost!" is the catchiest thing I've heard in a while and I don't want to get it out of my head. It's beautiful. According to my friends at Wikipedia, this has been the most downloaded album in history. You can listen to "Violet Hill" here if you are one of the few has yet to download this album. Viva la vida!

Vienna and New Orleans?!?

2008-07-09T12:14:00.004-04:00

I just found out one of my colleagues will also be attending the Graz conference with me, so I will have a travel buddy. The two of us represent 2/3 of the Americans (in that there are only three of us) attending this conference--there will be one other student there from Brown. We booked our airfare last night and got a surprisingly good deal to Vienna. Plans are tentatively to fly in to Vienna, chill there a bit, Salzburg, somewhere in Italy, and then head to the conference, go back to Vienna and fly home. The timing is bit weird since AMS is the weekend before, so we planned to extend the Europe trip in lieu of going to Nashville this year. So, the airfare is purchased! Now we have a couple months to plan out the hostel and train situation.

Today I also received an email that my abstract was accepted for the 2009 Popular Culture Association/American Culture Association national meeting. Sort of like AMS/SMT for pop culture studies. My paper is on various issues surrounding Gwen Stefani's Harajuku Girls: fashion, imperialism, mass marketing, narratives of the body, representations of Asian sexualities, and of course--the music. Oh, and the conference is in New Orleans!!! It looks like 2008-2009 is going to be my year of traveling, so I'm pretty excited so far.

Europe, Here I Come!

2008-07-05T13:27:00.002-04:00

I am going to Graz, Austria to present a paper in November at the First International Conference of Students of Systematic Musicology at the University of Graz! I am super excited as I've not yet traveled to Europe (a sad excuse for a musicologist, I know).

Now, to figure out how to afford the ridiculously expensive airfare, lodging, etc.

I am finally going to Europe!!!! I am beyond excited.

I Made It

2008-06-20T15:55:00.003-04:00

I survived the 2007-08 academic year. I'm not usually one obsessed or even that concerned with grades, but I am quite pleased I managed a 4.0 with all that was happening in my personal life this term. WOOT!

It's summer and even though I've got a lot of work ahead of me, I am feeling happy. Someone sent me a link to this video in my email and it made me ridiculously happy. So I want to share. I hope everyone is also having a nice start to their summer, bringing people together, dancing, and smiling.

What the blog?!?

2008-06-15T12:47:00.005-04:00

I finally decided to break down and document my scholarly adventures online. After pumping out seventy-five pages of papers in three days and having just endured the mess that was my spring quarter, I've realized there is a lot of entertainment value in the masochism that accompanies graduate school and most of it is good for a laugh at the very least. I see a kind of solidarity among musicologists in coursework toward the end of the quarter. Our hearts and souls are weary as we approach the finish line, we become sleep-deprived and cranky, and begin to base our nutrition on how many lattes we consume. We have relationship issues. We wonder why our partners are frustrated with us. We wonder why he or she decided to break up with us. We wonder why we are still single. We wonder how and when will we ever have the time to find someone who understands this breakneck pace of insanity. We wonder if we can ever possibly catch up with the work, or if we will forever be two steps behind. The stress builds, but we bitch, we moan, we drink, and somehow we make it through. Having just made it through another year of this rollercoaster, I am feeling very calm at the moment. Since September, I've lost many nights of sleep, a gall bladder, and my partner of over three years. But I've gained many friends, drinking buddies, a few good ideas, and a better sense of myself as a scholar.

This summer, since I am not in coursework, I will likely use this blog to discuss the projects I am working on and planning the insanity that will soon follow this fall, when I enter my final year of Ph.D. coursework. During the hot and hazy days of the Cincinnati summer, I will probably be spending a couple days a week bundled up in the frigid icebox of our music library, doing research, and hanging with some colleagues at local coffee shops as we begin preparing for the qualifying exams. Lots of plans on tap for the fall, including potential trips to various conferences, a full course load, and teaching duties. To jump-start my summer, I've been writing abstracts for a bunch of conferences, a book review, and created a YouTube channel for my Tori Amos-related research. Cheers to the internet and a great summer!