The Milwaukee Symphony Orchestra, according to its recent press release, is "in danger of running out of money and faces possible extinction if additional pledges cannot be secured to fund the MSO's much more modest, prudent budget and business plan for the future." In fact, nearing the end of 2013, the institution now has only weeks to raise nearly four million dollars if it is to stave off bankruptcy.
In November 1968, I was seven years old. The Youth Concert program our music class had been bussed downtown to attend included the Largo of Antonin Dvořák's Ninth Symphony. Nixon had just won the election and my favorite toy was a plastic Apollo 7 model. But it wasn't snowing; it was warm, and raining pitchforks.
Small and awestruck in the plush red velvet seat, I was mesmerized by Kenneth Schermerhorn -- a protégé of Leonard Bernstein's, and a strikingly handsome, athletic, charismatic figure on the podium -- the newly appointed music director of the Milwaukee Symphony Orchestra. Stephen Colburn played the ravishing English horn solo in the Largo of the Dvořák.
I felt a lump in my throat, a profound sense of longing, the feeling of floating in midair. That was the moment, at the age of seven, that I knew that, no matter what, music would be at the center of my existence.
At that moment, the MSO inspired me to become a composer. Forty-five years later, I'm still at it.
My brother Kevin Hagen, who passed away recently after a 40-year career in orchestra management, won his first orchestra job as operations manager of the MSO back in the 70s. He met his wife Judith Koch, a violinist in the orchestra, across a management / labor negotiating table one afternoon. A few months later, they were married. Judy played in the Milwaukee Symphony for over forty years before retiring.
On 13 July 1979, the summer after graduating from Brookfield Central High School, I proudly accepted my first professional fee as an orchestrator -- a Burt Bacharach tune for the MSO--courtesy of John-David Anello, the founding conductor of the Milwaukee Pops. I still have the pay stub.
The same summer Anello also gave me my first music-copying gig -- extracting the solo piano part for the Yellow River Concerto for a "Music Under the Stars" program. Because of that job, when, as a composition student at Curtis, I won a job as a staff music copyist (back when it was still done by hand) at the Free Library of Philadelphia.
In January 1984, I wanted dearly to meet Lukas Foss, then Music Director of the MSO. I had asked my brother Kevin to arrange for me to drive Lukas from his hotel to rehearsal.
"The melting major to minor chord at the very end," he enthused, hands massaging the air between his chest and the dashboard, "is original here. Some say that this is where Mahler got the idea for the same effect in his sixth." We were riffing on Beethoven's third, the great Eroica, the score of which sat on his lap.
"At the end of the second movement, I'm going to try something interesting: as the theme disintegrates -- the part marked sotto voce -- I'm going to remove players one by one from the tune."
"Like Beethoven's hearing leaving him. Cool. How do the players feel about the idea?"
"Oh, they are not too happy. They are a little upset about the scherzo, too."
"I'm making a little Rossini-style accelerando through the theme so that it sounds like nervous laughter."
"Beethoven's nervous breakdown?"
"Night fears following the loss of his hearing...."
"Chattering teeth in a death skull...?"
"Worse. The effects of lead poisoning."
"Wow," I said, turning the wrong direction on to a one-way street. Horns honked, cars swerved.
"What's that?" asked Lukas, abruptly conscious of his surroundings.
"We're driving the wrong way down a one way street," I answered, as mildly as I could.
"Oh," he replied, completely disinterested. "Then, when the finale begins, the variations are a triumph of the..."
I pulled over. We were now five minutes late to the rehearsal and I was hopelessly lost, even though I had grown up in Milwaukee.
"... A triumph," I attempted to complete his thought, "of the rational, conscious mind, expressed through the exercise of craft that composing variations requires, over the irrational fears of the subconscious?"
"That's interesting you should say that," he smiled. "I've always thought that fugue, so rational, was, in the end -- take the Grosse Fuge -- his avenue for exploring madness."
We made it eventually to the rehearsal, and we remained good friends for the rest of Lukas' life.
My first conducting teacher, Catherine Comet, served briefly as the MSO's associate conductor, but I have the MSO to thank for the finest champion of my music I have ever known. Although we had met briefly as students together at Juilliard, I first worked with JoAnn Falletta when the MSO commissioned Lyric Variations, the second movement of my second symphony. She led the orchestra in its premiere in August 1988. She has been a steadfast advocate of my music ever since the MSO brought us together. Recently she recorded my opera Shining Brow with the Buffalo Philharmonic for Naxos; Michael Ludwig and JoAnn will record my violin concerto with that orchestra in a few months. I have the MSO to thank for one of the richest musical associations with which I've been blessed.
The MSO taught me an unforgettable lesson about how to treat conductors. One thing a conductor can rely on, to paraphrase Oscar Levant, is that the players will inevitably grow to despise him. I learned this for myself in Milwaukee on 15 April 1990. With the MSO, I alienated Czech conductor Zdenek Macal forever when, in response to his request for a few words, I mounted the podium and, in five minutes, rattled off all of my notes to the orchestra. The players shuffled their feet, applauding me, but really, they were just enjoying the discomfiture of their sovereign.
Still fresh from conservatory, my ability to thrive at the professional level as an orchestral composer was not yet a given. Therefore, for better and for worse, Common Ground (the piece the MSO was rehearsing) became something of a calling card for me because it was chosen as a finalist for the Kennedy Center's Friedheim Prize in 1990. Commissioned by the Barlow Endowment, it was conceived as the finale of my Symphony No. 2. It combined themes from the previous movements (Fresh Ayre and Lyric Variations) in a sort of Post Cold War Mahlerian stew.
After I left for the east coast, MSO performances became the only place I ever saw my father. "You're fat," observed Father to me in front of his friends in the lobby of Uiehlein Hall after one premiere. My head, as the old Irish story goes, was sticking up higher than those around mine were; Father gave it a whack. "Please Dad," I said, low. "This is my place of business." "You call this business?" he scoffed. "Enjoy the concert," was the only thing I could think of to say in return.
On 10 September 2003, Kenneth Schermerhorn and I lunched together before a concert on which he conducted my Much Ado overture with his Nashville Symphony. (He had long since moved on from Milwaukee.) Did he remember the fan letter from the dazzled child unable find a word grand enough to describe how moved he had been by the experience? He laughed and said no. I told him what I had written: "Dear Maestro, your performance last week was just superfluous!"
He exploded in grainy, rueful laughter.
"How like coming home it feels to finally work together," he mused.
"And how ironic, under the circumstances," I replied, 'that the Largo was adapted into a song by Harry Burleigh called Going Home."
"Indeed," he agreed, smiling.
We swapped stories for another hour, laughing until we cried.
"I am neither a young nor a healthy man," he sighed, wiping his eyes, "but I am glad that we are finally sitting together now at this table."
Alas, although we chatted on the phone now and then, I never saw Kenneth again. But together we had closed our circle, and that was enough.
In retrospect, I'm not surprised that -- sitting in Uiehlein Hall at the age of seven trying to decide which of the many instruments on stage I would most like to play -- I decided to become a composer first and a performer second. It was because Father had unintentionally taught me that although Power can compel, it does not last; Mother had by example taught me that Authority could inspire, and therefore last forever. These issues are central to a composer's life.
Like love, Authority must be earned. Every time a new piece of music is read for the first time the composer starts with all of the Power and no Authority. If the music inspires and moves the performers, then the composer's Authority grows.
If it does not, well, as Virgil Thomson once told me, "Don't worry about withdrawing pieces, baby; they have a way of withdrawing themselves."
Really, my brother Kevin's relationship with the orchestra was more intimate than mine. As one of his first tasks as a new operations manager, he was told to arrange for the sound of canon fire during the finale of Tchaikovsky's "1812" Overture, as is the tradition with the piece. Kevin rang up the National Guard and requested artillery. After a few beats, the astonished corporal on the other end of the line replied, "Um, yes, sir. Will that be with, or without, nuclear warheads?"
Near the end of Kevin's tenure with the MSO, the orchestra was on tour somewhere in Europe and, the orchestra having tuned up, everyone, including the audience, was waiting for Lukas Foss to take the stage and ascend the podium. No Lukas. Kevin was used to packing extra socks, batons, and even pants for his forgetful friend. Backstage, there were three doors: one led to Lukas' dressing room; one led out to an alley behind the theater; the third led below-stage. Looking for his socks, Lukas had chosen the wrong door. Kevin was unfazed. In short order, he found Lukas in the basement, happily looking up at the numbered traps of the stage above. "Isn't this fascinating?" Lukas mused. "Yes," Kevin calmly replied, handing Lukas his socks and guiding him upstairs. "You know it is time to conduct now, don't you?" "I wasn't worried, Kevin. I knew you would take care of me."
Who will take care of the Milwaukee Symphony Orchestra?