I never knew how much Randolph Coleman meant to me and how much of an impact he has made on my life until he retired.
On a hot Tuesday afternoon my first week of classes at 91直播, I stepped foot in my first composition class as a conservatory student. At the head of the class was professor Randolph Coleman. Then he got started. His teaching was like being preached to incessantly. He preached against tonality, against iPods and cell phones, against 鈥渘oodling.鈥
In that first module class, he subjected us young first-years to a series of grueling exercises designed to instill in us the values any self-respecting modernist composer ought to have. Write twelve tonal melodies (to get it out of your system). Write eight modal melodies (to get it out of your system). Write eight non-tonal melodies, and do it again, but don鈥檛 repeat yourself. During those first few weeks, I spent hours writing these short melodies in the practice rooms of Robertson Hall, and I remember running into my classmates in the afternoon, in the morning, or late at night putting the finishing touches on the next day鈥檚 assignment.
We were all terrified of Randy.
Still, there was something that I liked about him and his message. My second year, I took a seminar with him about and . This was his area of expertise, it seemed. He pontificated about 鈥渆xistential listening,鈥 , intentionality, and performance practice. As a class and an ensemble, we performed a hodge-podge of experimental pieces in the Allen Memorial Art Museum at the end of the semester.
Later, when I joined his studio for a semester, I got a more personal view of this great professor. In lessons, even before getting to the music we would mull over the title, the conception of the work, and what I wanted to create. In looking at the music, we always considered how it would be perceived and experienced by the audience. Rationalization鈥攗sing mathematical procedures to compose and analyze my own music鈥攚as something to be treated with caution, as it could easily get in the way of my composition. I composed slowly, as I still do, but I was happy with my work.
Last Friday, I went to a concert honoring professor Coleman and his achievements. The production was spectacular. Not only was the world-class Contemporary Music Ensemble on board, but so were professors of dance Nusha Martynuk and Carter McAdams, the professional GroundWorks dance troupe, and many members of the theater鈥檚 technical staff. The applause afterward seemed endless, and there was a nearly instantaneous standing ovation.
And, in reflecting on the concert and my classes with Randy it dawned on me what he stood for: creativity. With so much of a conservatory education focusing on musicianship and technical skill, there is little creativity left in the curriculum, but professor Coleman was always there, pushing for more. In the program notes from last week鈥檚 concert were some of his thoughts on teaching composition:
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- Don鈥檛 get in the way. Facilitate, don鈥檛 impede.
- Don鈥檛 control the student鈥檚 aesthetic choices. Assist in expanding their field of choices as much as possible, but their music is their responsibility and their fault.
- While young, write profusely, early and often, and listen to everything. As you mature you will slow down and intake less.
- Don鈥檛 fret about quality. Each composer will always do the best that they can. No one deliberately writes bad music.
Lastly, he writes that 鈥渁t the outset, every musician is composer.鈥 All of these words seem like simple advice, but they sometimes fall on deaf ears. Music pedagogy isn鈥檛 always as open and accepting as it should be, and many creative musicians and performers are turned away or turned off because of this. Randolph Coleman is a clear exception, and I am very glad to have studied with him.
More thoughts from his former students are collected at .
