State of Practice, State of Backtice

Well what a busy February it’s been!  I just got done a marathon set of gigs playing with the West Philadelphia Orchestra, Three Men and Three Women in Black (Johnny Cash tribute band), and the every ebullient Polkadelphia.  I also recently picked up some private students on piano, which has afforded me a massive new set of challenges.

However, there’s some unfinished business I want to go over.  A few months back I began posting about my new adventures in creating a good practice space, finding a good practice method, and following through with my practice schedule.  And back in October, I posted about several health issues I had run up against, most pressingly severe back pain.  I also outlined a few of the solutions I was trying to remedy the situation and get my back on track.  Since then there really haven’t been any updates.  So allow me to bring you up to speed.

So let’s start with the practice space.  Allow me to give you a virtual tour:


Door open

I had the lens flares professionally installed.

Opening the door reveals…

Practice room

Let’s get this out of the way first of all.  That’s the chair.  The glorious Wenger Musician’s Chair that I’ve been craving for years.  It’s quite tall (which is good, because I am too), very sturdy, and very comfortable.  In fact, the thing I notice most about playing in it is that I don’t notice anything at all playing in it.  With my old squeaky, low, and rickety chair, I was constantly adjusting and feeling where it was inadequate.  Now I just practice.

Next up, notice the oversized mirror in front of the chair.  I used to use a thin door-hanging mirror, but this is so much better.  Not only is the angle consistent so I’m always seeing myself in the same perspective, but I can see my whole body now.  This is huge, as the tuba is unwieldy and often awkwardly positioned.  I can see what I’m doing and make immediate adjustments.  I also like that it’s wall-mounted rather than leaning up against the wall.  This allows me to get really close and pay special attention to my embouchure.

Aww… it’s a nice window.  I use this to get distracted by the colony of feral cats that hangs out in my backyard.

The tangle of wires includes a space heater, which is sometimes my biggest motivator for going to practice.  I keep the rest of my house at a balmy 57 degrees, so having a 70-80 degree space makes practice so much fun.

That beautiful rug at the bottom was a thrift store find.  Together with the wall hanging (coming up soon), it absorbs some of the sound in the otherwise wooden room.  I was finding that I had a hard time hearing myself while playing and needed to dampen the reverberating sound, and this does the job nicely.

Let’s look at more of the space.

More Practice Room

That’s the wall hanging.  I’ve been told by several people that it’s very “me,” but no one can explain why.  In any case, it absorbs the sound quite nicely.

The bookcase was added in to house my music (which for some reason was in a completely different room for a while). It’s in a bit of disarray, but it’s actually still well-organized, broken down by etudes, solos, orchestral works, and band binders.  On top is the invaluable metronome, of which one teacher once told me “If you aren’t using a metronome, you are wasting your time.”  The clock makes it so I don’t need to bring a phone in if I don’t want to.  And if you look very carefully…


There’s a fortunately very blurry picture of my touring days singing Sweet Transvestite.  Just to remind me of where I’ve been.

So that’s the space, and having a comfortable and inviting space is the first step towards having meaningful and productive practice.  Clearly though, it’s not the last step.

Firstly I’ve been conscientiously making the time to practice.  At the very least I go through a 15 minute practice routine each day.  Most days I follow it up with either another session or two of playing etudes, solos, or orchestral excerpts; or I have a gig for which I need to save my chops.  For those of you interested, here’s my 15 minute daily routine:

Mouthpiece buzzing and lip bends (to warm up and “stretch” the embouchure)
Long tones in the middle and low ranges (concentrating on tone quality and breath control) mm=60
Articulation in intervals across the middle and low ranges (concentrating on consistency of attack) mm=72
Lip slurs going from half notes to sixteenth notes (concentrating on smooth transitions between notes) mm=72

Wow, looking at that I notice no work on the upper range.  I’ll have to change that.

Pano Tuner

A tuner isn’t just a fish that comes in a can.

I’ve also added another tool to my arsenal after being (very nicely) shamed by my good friend and first teacher Jay Krush.  When I played for him recently, he started the lesson by saying “and of course you’re using a metronome and a tuner every time you play, right?”  Metronome, check!  Tuner… oops.  While I’ve been paying more attention to the adjusting the intonation of my instrument, I hadn’t gotten specific with it to see how close/far I was.  So I downloaded an app called Pano Tuner after downloading and discarding about 20 apps that couldn’t properly register the tuba’s low range.

It has been an absolutely ear-opening experience using the tuner.  I can’t tell you how embarrassed I am that it took me this long to embrace it.  I now use it every day for my routine, and often when I play the other material as well to see where I am. Also as a result, I’m adjusting my slides more often as I play, which is very entertaining to watch for those of you in the audience.

And as an absolute shocker, I’m sounding a lot better than I did before.  A friend recently commented to me that I was in good form for a show, and I told him “I’ve recently discovered that if I actually sit down and practice my music, I tend to sound a lot better when it comes time to perform.”  One of those silly revelations filed under “why didn’t you know this before?”

I still have lots of improvements to make, but I’m on a track towards being the sort of musician I want to be.  Woo hoo!

Now, onto my back issues.  When I last posted, an ice pick was deeply lodged in my shoulder blade with almost constant pain.  I went through a list of the therapies that I was trying to alleviate the pain and fix the problem.  They included exercises, massage, an acupressure mat, a strange hook thing, Alexander Technique, and a handcart for my equipment.

After several months of working through the pain, with a relapse or two thrown in, I am feeling great.  Here’s what I think helped the most:

  1. Acupressure Mat.  While this had the least long-lasting effect, taking the pain away for even 20 minutes was really important.  I would lie on this on my floor before going to bed, and then fall asleep.  In 20-60 minutes, I’d usually wake up and make my way to bed.  It was very relaxing and therapeutic.
  2. Yoga. I had a breakthrough a few months back in which I started trying yoga classes again after taking a 2 month hiatus.  My first class back, I had a lot of shoulder pain and had to modify my poses.  The next day I was very sore.  The following day I felt fantastic.  I think I had to push myself to strengthen my muscles.
  3. Alexander Technique. This is the opposite of the acupressure mat.  It had the least short-term effect and the most long-term effect.  Taking a detailed look at how I stand, sit, walk, and play was incredible.  I learned that my idea of good posture was in fact straining my body (I blame the ATTENTION of marching band).  Now that I’ve had a few months of it, I take note of it in the many arenas of my life.  Big shoutout to my teacher Ann Johnson.

Then there were things I didn’t expect that were helpful:

  1. Swimming.  In yet another “why didn’t I realize this” moment, I started swimming again after a 7 month break (lost my swimming privileges when I left my old job).  Turns out that the 2 days each week I had been swimming for 8 years was in fact beneficial to my body.  When I stopped and didn’t replace it with something else, my body started to fall apart.  Now that I’m swimming twice a week again, I feel extraordinarily better.  It has once again become one of the most important things in my life.
  2. Mattress pad.  I had been waking up each morning incredibly sore, particularly if I slept on my side.  In fact, I had to train myself to not turn to my left side in my sleep, or I would be in terrible pain after about 5 minutes.  I had a spare foam IKEA mattress that was a lot softer than my current mattress.  After putting it on top of my spring coil mattress, I found I could rest more easily on my side with more support.  I know a lot of people say a firm mattress is the way to go, but after I put on the soft mattress my morning soreness went away.

So here I am today, well-practiced and fitter than I was.  In a more comfortable room with a better chair.  And constantly trying to improve.  There are days in which I wonder if I’ll meet the high standards I set for myself across my life.  Then I think about Pablo Casals’ response after being asked why he still practiced so hard while he was in his 90’s.

“Because I think I am making some progress.”


The Well-Tempered Evangelist

This week’s guest blog is from my friend Bryce Moore Cundick.  I asked him to write a companion piece to my post last week about how I as an atheist navigate the minefield of discussing religion, but from the perspective of a person of faith.

Confession: this is the second version of this article that I’m writing. The first one was an immediate response I started as soon as I read Dan’s original piece. It was an article where I defended my beliefs and explained why I believe what I believe. I didn’t send that article to Dan. In fact, I didn’t even finish it–for a number of reasons, the main one being that I think it missed the point of Dan’s post. He didn’t write it as an assault on religion, although his views definitely colored it. Rather, he wrote it to explain how he can believe one thing (firmly enough to participate in a rally about it) and yet at the same time be accepting of other people’s very contradicting ideas.

Web comic xkcd. also helped that I had the chance to talk about belief extensively in the Facebook comments section of his post. (Honestly–sometimes I wonder why we even have comments sections on blogs. Everyone wants to do the talking on Facebook.) By the end of that discussion, I felt like I’d come to a good place as far as my reaction to the piece went, and I could move on to the real question Dan had asked me:

After some discussion with Dan, we decided the exact topic was “How to talk about religion in a way that is both non-obnoxious but also makes people listen.”

More or less.

Reading over Dan’s remarks, I was surprised by how much Mormons and atheists have in common. Growing up in a very non-Mormon area, there were tons of times when my beliefs felt marginalized. For example, I remember the time in eighth grade social studies when my teacher (whose name has been lost to the sands of time) went on and on about how silly Mormons were. In the middle of class. I am not making this up. He ended his mini-tirade saying, “I hope I don’t have any Mormons in *this* class.”

Have any of you had an experience like that? A time when someone very publicly calls you out for being stupid–not knowing that he’s doing so–and then gives you a chance to self-identify as stupid? How about when you were thirteen? I’d been sitting there in my chair, squirming uncomfortably and feeling more than a little irate about the topic, and then came that question. What was I going to do?

I didn’t bat an eye. I raised my hand. “I’m a Mormon.”

The teacher got quite uncomfortable and asked to see me after class, where he apologized. Called it a “misunderstanding,” as I recall.

Mormonism has had plenty of opportunity to get grief from believers and non-believers alike. We’re one of the few groups in America which the law said was okay to murder, so I suppose things have improved remarkably since then. Now we just have people make fun of our missionary efforts or our clean cut appearance. (Or get outraged by our social views, of course.)

Just like the thirteen-year-old me, I’ve continued to engage any and all comers to talk about my religion. Why I believe what I believe. For two years, I served a mission for the LDS (Mormon) church in former Eastern Germany–a place that has since been declared the most godless place on earth. In other words, I spent two years talking to people who had spent 40 years believing there was no such thing as religion or God. As a missionary, this was far from a part time experience. I’d spend eight or more hours every day talking to complete strangers–many of them hostile–about what I believed.

Is it any wonder that I have no qualms discussing it on the internet?

The thing is, I don’t take an approach of “I have to prove I’m right and you’re wrong,” and I think that’s likely why Dan asked me to write on this subject. I’d like to believe I’ve developed an approach that can both engage all readers, letting me discuss my beliefs in a way that will both make people listen and also not come off as obnoxious. (Those two don’t always go hand in hand.)

Like Dan, I had a chance after high school and my mission to go to a place where my beliefs were accepted and even encouraged: Brigham Young University. As a Mormon church owned and operated school, there were prayers and hymns before classes and football games. You had to take Mormon theology classes as part of your general education. Almost everyone I knew was a Mormon. They all knew what I believed and why.

And yet I still found myself not fitting in. After I got over the rush of having everyone agree with me on a topic so many had disagreed or ridiculed me for, I began to see that not everyone really agreed. There were gradations of belief akin to the range from heretic to orthodox (though Mormonism doesn’t really have anything approaching rigid lines like that). In other words, I found I had to defend my beliefs against believers, as well.

For example, there’s a series of “rules” that elicit no small amount of discussion and debate among Mormons. You might think they’re silly, but they have some deep-seated feelings for many members. Whether or not caffeinated soda is okay to drink, or whether watching R-rated movies is acceptable. Yup. We’ve got the wonders of eternity to discuss, and sometimes we end up quibbling over caffeinated Coca Cola.

In my experience with believers and non-believers alike, it seems at times that we’re arguing about what the winning lottery numbers are going to be. Everyone has an opinion, and everyone wants to be right, but the only way to prove “once and for all” who’s right and who’s a few numbers off is to actually have the lottery. Many people have real reasons for why they picked what they picked, and they want everyone else to come around and acknowledge that their numbers are the one true numbers. Often this is for very noble reasons: if they can just convince others that their numbers are the right ones, then those people can win when the numbers are drawn. (Or, in the case of atheists who choose not to participate in the lottery, they can convince everyone to avoid the stupidity tax altogether and spend their money on something more worthwhile.)

So how do I go about wading into this debate? I keep a few rules in mind:

  1. Be respectful. People can have very real, valid opinions about this topic. Dismissing them is akin to stomping on either their family heritage, their relation to God, or both.
  2. Be informative. I do my best to tell people what Mormons actually believe (or at the very least, what I do). I learned early on in Germany that if I went up to people and said “you better believe what I do or you’re going to burn in hell,” that wouldn’t go over too well. It also helps that I don’t believe that. I believe (and Mormon doctrine will back me up) that all people who earnestly try to do good and improve themselves and follow the light and knowledge they’ve been given will one day return to live with God, regardless what their current beliefs about the existence or non-existence of God might be. My job as a missionary (and my goal in discussions like this today) is to let people know what I believe and offer them the chance to find out for themselves if those beliefs are right. After that, it’s up to them and God to figure things out. I’m happy to answer follow up questions, of course–but this leads me to my third point:
  3. Remember that I’m not going to “convert” anyone. In the end, religion is about a personal relationship with God. I might point out to people what I have discovered is true, but if they reject that, they’re not rejecting me. It’s between them and God.

It feels like I should have a few more points there, because who has just three bullet points? But really, it boils down to “Don’t be a jerk.” I avoid arguing like the plague. Discussion is fine. (The difference for the present case is that people discussing something rarely get emotionally charged and involved. People arguing something, on the other hand . . . ) If we keep things at a discussion level, defenses are lowered across the board, and an open flow of communication can happen. Once we escalate to an argument, it turns into the climax of The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.

One of the things I’ve learned working at a public institution (yay libraries!) is that to be fair about things–to avoid discriminating against people–you need to come up with a core set of rules and then apply those rules across the board to everyone. No exceptions. So for example, if you see homeless people sleeping in your library and decide that sleeping isn’t allowed there, then when you see a tired well dressed senior citizen dozing with a book, you go over and wake them up. The rule gets applied to people you like and people you don’t like. It’s once you start only applying rules to one or another that you get yourself into trouble.

So I apply these “rules” to any discussion I have about religion, regardless of who I’m having it with. It’s easy to always assume that other people agree with you. We like to believe we’re reasonable beings, and we like to think that everyone agrees with us. In actuality, opinions range all over the place, and it’s easy to step right into a minefield when you make foolish assumptions.

Anyway. I could go on about this topic, but I think I’m about typed out at the moment. If anyone has specific followup questions, I’d be happy to answer them. Thanks for reading this far, and let’s try to keep things civil.

Bryce Moore CundickBy day, Bryce Moore Cundick is a librarian, currently serving as the Vice President of the Maine Library Association. By afternoon, he’s the author of Vodnik, a young adult fantasy set in Slovakia (which you can find at

The Ethical Atheist

My mother was raised Catholic; my father was raised Jewish.  So perhaps it was a bit of a surprise the day in second grade when I announced to my predominantly Christian classmates that the Greek pantheon of gods was the one I wanted to follow.  I’m not sure if I really believed it or if I was just set myself apart from my classmates (if the latter, mission accomplished, as they reminded me for the rest of the year).  It also could have been the only way I knew how to let my classmates – and by extension the world – know I didn’t believe in their Judeo-Christian God.

My penchant for atheism only grew from there.  Later in elementary school I would desperately try to crack the arguments of my classmates that hinged on the simple truth “the bible was written by God, so anything written in it is true.”  In middle and high school, I had many friends who were devout Christians, though I never quite felt I could relate. When I got to college, I got particularly adamant about my disdain for religion.  I remember in one class when the teacher asked why many pagan holidays lined with with Christian holidays, I proudly replied “because Christians like to convert things.”  I started making plans to rewrite the Christmas carols with secular lyrics instead, and every year I avoided the dreaded “Christmas Sing” in the main hall of my school.

After 9/11, I became even more convinced that religion was a misguided and deleterious institution.  Certainly I was horrified that the hijackers would murder thousands of innocent people in the name of their god, but I was also disgusted by the jingoistic Christian-led backlash in the United States.  Watching people with supposedly Christian values demonize and call for the extermination of Islam invoked the memory of a history we were doomed to repeat.

At the height of my atheist zeal, I was asked to play a show with the band overlord at the Godless Americans’ March on Washington in November 2002.  It was a rally on the National Mall in Washington D.C. in which atheists, humanists, and freethinkers spoke about subjects such as creating a national identity for atheists, the separation of church and state, and the harmful effects of organized religion.  It was exhilarating to finally be surrounded by people with whom I could identify, in a context where we could rebuke the religious.  I had a great time laughing at the ridiculous religious people who believed in the “invisible man.”

Lest you believe I wasn’t actually there:

So there are a few things I want to point out in my rhetoric to this point.  Things like my “disdain” for people who follow the tenants of a religion, and how I “rebuked” the religious.  I was trying to “convince” my classmates that their blind faith in the bible was misguided. I’ve even used the word “zeal” to describe my passion for the subject.  It kinda sorta sounds a little like I was doing and saying the same things that irritated me about organized religion.  And while I do believe that atheism is attacked most frequently by a cultural machine that equates “no god” with “no morality,” I also think we atheists do ourselves no favors by sinking to the same level.

This has become increasingly more apparent with the development of social media and Facebook arguments.  For one thing, the ad hominem arguments against the religious are vicious.  “Jesus freak idiots who can’t think for themselves believe in an invisible man.”  “Faith is a waste of time, as science subsumes and disproves every piece of fiction the believers come up with.”  The slightly tenable arguments of those statements are hidden underneath a pile of insults.  It’s no wonder no one ever gets convinced to change their minds in these situations.

Indiana Jones with Sousaphone

Throw me the idol, I throw you the sousaphone!

While we’re on the subject, why do we try to change people’s minds?  Certainly when I’m directly affected, I may need to persuade someone to “book my band,” or “put down that hacksaw,” or “throw me the idol.”  There are so many great ways in which one can go about his or her life.  Your belief in a higher power does not threaten my lack of belief.  There may be specific times where this isn’t true, such as if a law were passed making prayer mandatory in school.  But that’s not the fault of organized religion.  That’s the fault of organized people, as my depiction of vehement atheism demonstrates above.  There is plenty of space for both belief systems, and plenty of overlap of lifestyles outside that single pillar.

These days I’m as much of an atheist as I’ve ever been.  I still don’t believe that a higher power exists, and I still don’t see the appeal of faith over facts.  However, my disdain for religion and the religious has been replaced for an admiration of the beauty of a belief system outside my own.  That something so delicate and intangible can be the source of so much happiness is delightful to me.  I find the discussion of why we believe what we believe to be an incredibly exciting and interesting exercise, as long as both parties are treated with respect.

I regret that my younger self couldn’t see when he was saying things about religion that hurt other people’s feelings.  And also that he couldn’t see that he was so threatened by the implications of what atheism meant that he had to show disgust towards the institutions of religion just to make a point.

Last Christmas I was surprised to come to terms with the fact that there are things about the holiday that I absolutely love.  I love the music (and the religious lyrics that come along with it), I love the lights people put up, I love the traditions that bring people together.  I even love the story of Christmas, regardless of whether Jesus was really born in the summertime, regardless of what race he was, and regardless of whether the holiday came together as a way to co-opt the Winter Solstice.  Sure, the false sense of righteousness about the War on Christmas makes me crazy, and I’m not really into buying presents.  Overall, though, I really do love the season.  I wish I could have been so brave when I was younger.

I don’t like the term “Ethical Atheist,” as it implies that the natural state of atheism is unethical.  What I mean by it, though, is that we can overcome the cultural perception of atheists as lawless selfish people.  We can also overcome the cultural perception of atheism as a nihilistic and vindictive way to give Christians a “taste of their own medicine.”  The tools of elitism, condescension, and ridicule don’t get us anywhere.  Let’s instead be tolerant, respectful, and perhaps even engaged with the fundamental stories in the lives of our fellow humans.  Let’s be ethical in our approach to religion and open up the door for others to be ethical in their interactions with us.

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