How to be a Deep Thinker in Los Angeles

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JENNIFER JOLLEY HOW TO BE A DEEP THINKER IN LOS ANGELES (2009)

for speaking percussionist text by Kendall A

! www.jenniferjolley.com



INSTRUMENTATION Glockenspiel Vibraphone Woodblocks Clay Pots (Small & Medium) 2 Suspended Cymbals (Small & Medium) Small Tam-Tam Triangle

PROGRAM NOTE At the beginning of 2009, I wanted to write a solo percussion piece, and to ease my way into it, I decided to use spoken text. Kendall A. wrote a sestina called “How to be a Deep Thinker in Los Angeles,” and with permission I was able to use it. A sestina is a highly-structured poem form consisting of six six-lined stanzas followed by a tercet for a total of thirty-nine lines. The same set of six words ends the lines of each of the six-line stanzas, but in a different order each time. These six words then appear in the tercet as well. This structure creates a cyclical poem, and therefore, the poem creates a cyclical piece. Each percussion instrument is specifically used to match certain events in the poem, and the listener can track the rotations. The text for this piece is taken from the poem “How to be a Deep Thinker in Los Angeles” by Kendall A. Copyright © 2000 by Kendall A (BMI). All rights reserved.

PERFORMANCE NOTES 1. The percussion setup should be in a circle, arranged in a way the percussionist sees fit. 2. In the beginning of the piece (marked PRELUDE), the percussionist is to come on stage with a bocce ball in his/her hand (in front of the percussion setup), kneel to the floor, and slowly and gingerly roll the bocce ball offstage, focusing his/her attention completely to the rolling ball until it comes to a complete stop. 3. The percussionist speaks the text while striking certain objects. If the dotted line is next to a note, the percussionist strikes the object at the same time the word is spoken. If not, there is a quarter rest next to the boxed text. Please recite the text as smoothly and naturally as possible; the narration should be audible at all times. Also, the percussionist should wear a headset microphone; this way, he/she can be heard for most of the piece. Duration: ca. 5 minutes Copyright © 2009 by Jennifer Jolley & Kendall A (BMI) All Rights Reserved.


How to be a Deep Thinker in Los Angeles In an expanding universe it’s good to be part of a galaxy. Some of the stars we see now could be beyond our view; you know, moved out of sight millions of years ago, still leaving their light to tell us where they were once. Stars of our galaxy though, will always be with us. While those others leave and take their separate journeys, it’s good to know that a few at least are going in the same empty direction, at the same rate as us. That’s another thing, at least we have a direction, riding on this hurling discus of a galaxy with our brother and sister stars in its incredibly futile journey. Some galaxies in the center of the universe have hardly moved, I bet, and just spin there wishing they were more like us, the movers and the shakers of the universe. Once I thought it would be good to be created, just here on-the-spot, all-at-once, in a special and fixed place, non-vector for lack of motion and direction, a special place made by a loving God just for us. However, now I see that it’s a beautiful thing, our galaxy, and if it’s God who caused it, I’m glad for the granted ability to move and thankful to the boom for giving us our journey —even though it’s a pretty dark universe. The journey isn’t completely dark, I guess; after all we can see further then we could once, and like I said before, there are other stars to accompany us on our move. Heaven knows where we’re going, but it’s not like we can stop and ask for directions, or get off of our speeding galaxy at the next stop like it was the Metro-train or a taxi-cab, saying, “that’s far enough for us, thank you,” as it continues on its way without us. Kind of silly if you think about it, ending our journey as if it were a trip to Mann’s Chinese Theater or the Galaxy theater next door and we were Hollywood tourists…or something. We could only get off once, of course, but who knows? There are different directions to explore and maybe there’s another moving galaxy willing to pick us up. As long as we’re moving, that’s the important thing, regardless of who takes us. Hell, I don’t really care about the direction even, what’s the saying, “It’s not the destination, but the journey…,” right? Yeah that’s what I think, though for once I’d kind of like it if we were in one of those less controlled galaxies, I find moving in this spiral crap too structured for a journey, I mean as long as it’s taking us nowhere in particular, why not, once we’re in and heading the right direction, let us pick our own spot in the galaxy? Copyright © 2000 by Kendall A. All Rights Reserved. Used with permission.








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