Singing La Di Da to a Screen

Lennon Stella and Betcha visited students’ screens for Cornell’s StayHomecoming. 

Excited comments flood in on the side of my screen, replacing the usual cheers of a crowd. The Cornell Concert Commission (CCC) introduces the event of the night through Zoom. This reminds me that instead of being a part of a lively performance in Barton Hall, I am sitting on the bed in my room with my laptop screen staring back at me as my only source of interaction. As sad as this might sound, I could not have had a more perfect night, lounging in my PJs with a bowl of popcorn in hand. 

Even as the corona virus plagues many aspects of our lives, Cornell’s flow of music entertainment continues. On October 10th at 8PM, instead of walking into a concert venue, I logged in with my Cornell NetID for a free virtual concert presenting Lennon Stella with special guest Betcha, part of Cornell’s StayHomecoming initiative. With Lennon Stella being one of my favorite artists, I knew I had to tune in. 

Betcha appeared on my screen and I was shocked by the atmosphere, as I was so used to in-person concerts. Usually, there are bright lights that project onto the stage and lots of background dancers, so the band’s creation of a casual ambiance in their basement served as a stark contrast to pre-corona times. Yet, at the same time, I did not mind this difference. I felt as though I was hanging out with the artists on their couch, just having a jam session with them. It almost felt more personal, despite them being miles and miles away from Ithaca. 

I was not familiar with Betcha’s music before watching this concert. Their musical artistry—the command of their instruments and the lead vocalist’s emotion-filled, gritty voice— combined with the genuine chemistry between the four musicians made me question why I had not listened to the band earlier. I found myself swaying to their retro, alternative rock sound and I could imagine how lively the crowd would have been if it had been in person. This feeling was intensified by the fact that their sound was a bit low despite being on the highest volume, making me wish I could hear each lyric better. However, their energy still managed to reach me through the screen. Their first performance “If That’s Alright” had the artists belting the catchy lyrics “Hey, Oh… Say So.” The gentle and insistent acoustic guitar met with the hectoring and proud electric guitar to create a unique sound. This was a mesh of instruments that I had not seen before, and the two distinct sounds blended surprisingly well. While showing their musical talents through other hits such as “Lucy Lucy,” “Deja Vu,” and “July,” the band was also able to connect to the audience and show their personalities. Between songs, they introduced themselves, joked around, and spoke to the audience of Cornell. Their lead vocalist concluded the performance by singing “Falling” while projecting pink lights around the room. By playing just his acoustic guitar, he took a more mellow approach to the original, upbeat tune. This acoustic setting gave off a warm sonority that made the whole performance feel more intimate even through the often arid medium of Zoom. 

After Betcha’s last song came a Q & A, led by a fellow classmate from MUSIC 2311, Miles Greenblatt. Even through Zoom, they could interact with the audience in this way. They were able to answer individual questions, something that an in-person concert rarely does. I found myself absorbed in the band’s words as they spoke about meeting their freshman year of college, the advice they give to young musicians, and their musical inspirations and influences. I loved getting to learn about this band, but I was also anxiously awaiting Lennon Stella to come onto the screen. 

A quick intermission came before the main performance, and photographs of the CCC’s past work were shown on the screen. It was definitely strange to see maskless students at crowded, outdoor concerts. As pictures of the members carrying speakers to the stage came up, I recognized that the members still have a lot of weight to carry on their shoulders because of the new virtual setting. This made me appreciate these Cornell students, and all they have done to flip around how they run their club and bring us this event. 

A CCC member emerged on my screen, from their own bedroom as well, to introduce Lennon Stella. Suddenly, Stella was staring back at me. Her joyous spirit immediately took over as her smile spread from one side of my screen to the other. She began to strum her guitar and the comments quickly streamed in, as fans recognized her hit song “Kissing Other People.” It sounded just like her acoustic recording of the song, stripped down with just her guitar and her soft falsetto. There was also one piano player in the background of her performance who simply accompanied whatever direction Stella went, and let her do the talking. I felt as though I was having a coffee chat with her and that she was playing her music solely to me. I wondered if her performance would have been like this in-person or if it would have been much more extravagant.

After finishing up her other popular song “La Di Da,” Stella said, “even though I can’t hear you, I can feel you.” A few songs later, she also said “it’s so weird to sing to a screen with zero interaction when I know people are there. But I hope everyone is having a good time!” I was glad that she mentioned how bizarre this experience was for her—it would almost feel weird if she had not. Of course, it was a new experience for the audience to be sitting at home watching a virtual concert, but it was just as strange of an event for the performer.

Yet, Stella did an incredible job at still connecting with the audience. She made an effort to look directly at the camera, and talked to us between performances. She explained the meaning behind each song, citing her “very cheating boyfriend” that inspired her song “Bad.” She even had an iPad next to her in order to read the comments coming in. Stella also made a fun production out of her otherwise bland living room scene. Even sitting on her stool, she swayed along to the melody, making me feel like I was truly watching a concert, rather than listening to a recording.

With Stella’s last song “Goodnight,” it was time for her to say goodbye and goodnight to the audience as well. Just like that, with a click of a button, she exited the screen. Concerts that I have attended in the past do not end this abruptly— there is this lingering excitement even after the singer exits, there is merchandise to buy, and conversations with friends as you walk home, reminiscing about the event. Despite this unusual setting, I was pleased by this performance. It could have been my introverted self who liked sitting in my room instead of going out, but I also believe that Betcha and Stella made the best out of the situation. This first virtual concert of mine surpassed my expectations, and my respect towards these musicians grew immensely, even if I had not left my bed the entire evening.

Good Morning from Bingalee Dingalee

Every morning, the clocktower rings over the entire campus to signal another day. The chimes and their masters remain an integral part of the Cornell experience. 

A Cornell music performance cannot get more local than the glorious clock tower that rises over the Arts Quad, serenading students every day with its powerful chimes. This past Friday, Emily Liu, a Masters Engineering student at Cornell, began her morning at the bottom of the clocktower steps to meet me. As we breathed in the crisp, morning air and trudged up the 161 steps, she asked me to choose the songs for the concert. I started rambling off some of my favorites, chuckling at my intensely eclectic mix of choices. She nonchalantly responded, “Sure, works for me!” and my heart raced with excitement (and from the steep ascent).

As the chimes came into view, Liu turned to the cabinet and started scouring through the thousands of files of sheet music to fulfill my requests. She then kicked off her shoes, set up the papers on the music rest, and proceeded to adjust the bells.

The clock struck 7:45 and the concert began. Every morning concert starts with the “Cornell Changes,” also known as the “Jenny McGraw Rag.” The level of physical movement shocked me, despite hearing the song every day. The songs seem almost automatic from down below, and one tends not to ponder the lively acrobatics that are actually taking place up above. Liu swiftly glided across the floor with her socks, with frequent one-footed hops to depress the large keys as her arms crossed over one another in order to quickly transition between notes. I could feel each vibration, each undertone of the piece that I had not recognized before. Liu’s rendition was vivacious, and at the same time, heartwarming. As the strings moved up and down, it looked as if they were cheerfully dancing to this lively melody. I could feel the Cornell spirit seeping out of her and onto the bells. 

Up next was my first song request, “Here Comes the Sun” by the Beatles. This song has a prominent chorus that is repeated throughout, so it required less side to side movement, but Liu’s short height required her to fully reach her legs out to get to the lowest note and operate the hulking levers. Despite the extra time it took to do this, she was able to continue with smooth, effortless transitions. The meaning of the song rang true, and even my not-so-morning person self was happily woken up as the sun was pulled from its own slumber by the echoing chorus.

My bizarre music taste chose “La Fille aux Cheveux de Lin” by Debussey to follow the Beatles. This slower melody still required Liu to move her diminutive frame with energy and expertise, but this time, her movements matched the mood of the song. She looked graceful, and carefully lifted her hands up in the air before softly placing them on the handles. She expressed the emotions of the song through beautiful dynamics, progressing from subdued, calming sounds to more forceful at times. 

To satisfy the Disney fan in me, Liu played “Under the Sea” from The Little Mermaid. This was the only slightly weaker performance due to a few errors and pauses. I was still impressed that she was able to spontaneously play such a fast-paced song, and again, make it so animated. If I were a student walking by the tower, her performance of this song would have added a beat to my step. 

To end the concert, Liu played “Love Story” by Taylor Swift. The chimes are a loud instrument, but Liu’s command of the different volumes throughout the piece was incredible. She clearly knows the lyrics and the dramatic sentiments of the song, playing with a crescendo as the man in the song “pulls out a ring and says, ‘marry me Juliet.’” I could feel the emotions behind the lyrics, despite it being fully instrumental. Liu perfectly encapsulated the poetic expressiveness of the original through her subtle hesitations and dynamic swells through the song’s different fragments. 

After the performance, we climbed to the highest point where we could see the verdant hills with their first blushes of fall color crossing over the landscape of Cayuga’s Waters. As we overlooked the buildings and students from above, I realized how quintessential this clocktower and its chimes are to the Cornell experience. As the tunes drift through the air and into libraries and classrooms, there is this overwhelming sense of belonging to the common rhythm of Cornell. Liu showed me her talents that day, of course, but her concert also represented how some simple bells can bind a community together. 

 

A Socially-Distanced Octet

Chamber music during COVID: a logistical challenge with spontaneous rewards

6 feet apart please

It began with an email. “Well, the weather is glorious–see you at the tent at 5:30!.” What was supposed to be a normal Friday rehearsal in Lincoln Hall transformed into a concert thrown together last-minute by our octet coach. 8 musicians were not what innocent passersby of the arts quad were planning to see.

The tent? At our first rehearsal three weeks ago, I was sure that one of the following two scenarios would define the fate of our chamber music group: 1. We get through this first meeting and the school shuts down all in-person gatherings the following week, or 2. We don’t get shut down, but we continue rehearsing aimlessly without the traditional semester-end chamber concert to look forward to. So, when news arrived (granted at the latest possible moment) of this rehearsal-concert hybrid, I was euphoric. The weather gods had gifted us 82 ֯F weather that Friday to play a socially-distant outdoor concert.

Much like the case of the pandemic, however, chaos ensued. Nothing about this concert was extravagant in any way. In fact, it was as far as it could be from refined.

I had imagined walking into the tent with my fellow musicians, sitting down, and playing seamlessly through the first movement. But instead, we found ourselves scrambling to secure our sheet music on the wobbling stands with masking tape amidst the aggressive flapping of the canopy tent in the unanticipated wind.

Insert intermission here. Those first twenty brutal minutes of logistical triaging called for a necessary contingency plan.

Like any musical group, we wanted to execute our piece to perfection. So as per our coach’s request, we ran through parts of the development and recapitulation to recalibrate. That process didn’t work too well though. With our socially-distant seating arrangement and lack of walls, we might as well have been playing in individual soundproof rooms. Then came the point of the dreaded synchronous, or so they were supposed to be, sixteenth notes. I do not exaggerate when I say that this segment has always been the ultimate test of our octet’s musical chemistry, so when a passionate gust of wind knocked over one cellist’s stand and jeopardized the already precarious tape holding all the music together, I was bracing for a crash landing. Sure, a couple violins and violas dropped out of the race here and there, but that one persevering communal brain cell we shared that somehow allowed us to reconvene at that last chord was an accomplishment, to say the least.

I do not doubt the fact that Mendelssohn was most likely rolling in his grave hearing the harmonic discord of our performance. But given the fact that Mendelssohn was only 16 when he composed this universally celebrated work, I’d like to believe that he would have appreciated the youthful mayhem of our concert. The piece features extremes in fortes and pianos and the umpteen use of hairpins throughout, mimicking the bipolar weather throwing us, quite literally, around. Mendelssohn meant for the octet to be full of “youthful verve, brilliance, and perfection,” as music critic Conrad Wilson describes. We blundered on the last requirement but definitely exceeded all expectations on the first.

This glorious mess of a concert was not destined to be ordinary, and I wouldn’t have liked it any other way. When would I ever get the chance again to play the Mendelssohn Octet in E-Flat with this same group of musicians in the middle of a pandemic wearing masks seated six feet apart (more or less) under a tent in the Cornell arts quad with dogs playing fetch and four different games of spike ball happening simultaneously?

Local Artist Shows Courage, Creativity, And Vision

Nathaniel Oku’s Driver EP was a solid project produced in a very uncertain summer. With smooth bass line and a groovy feel, Oku delivers the funk in this four song EP.

Image: Nathaniel Oku. Driver EP

While most college students were concerned with re-starting school, or complaining about the lack of parties on campus, former Cornell student turned New York City resident Nathaniel Oku worried about perfecting funky bass lines and smooth vocals. His reward – the Driver EP, released just days ago on September 25th.

Unfailingly smooth, the four-track EP won’t force. A listener will not jump out of their chair and hit the dance floor, but they also will not put up with stillness. Oku urges the listener to move and groove to his funk, easily fitting the bill for music that was perfectly suited to be played in the car with the windows down.

“For Summer” provided the best song of the bunch. The groovy bass line is an easy one to identify with, and produces the best moments of the song. Oku has a voice that is easy to listen to, but it is the groove of the bass guitar and other instrumental tracks that give the tune its flavor. The track seems specifically designed to put your hand out the window and let it pass through the wind, perhaps only breaking to tap along with the bass line on the window sill.

“Driver,” the project’s title track, features a bass line that puts a strong fight for the best one on the EP, and should have been used more. In the moments between these guitar riffs, Oku seems lacks an identity in his music, often just continuing for minutes without much variation. In an online description, Oku claimed that one of the concepts of the song was to break away from the boredom of the summer of 2020 and drive away on a roadtrip.[1] This authentic message meshed perfectly with the smooth beats of the song.

And that is exactly what happened on the first track of the project “Animated Movies.” The track starts out with a light piano accompanying the vocals, before quickly turning into what feels like a knock off of The Weeknd with some dramatic drums and synthesizer tracks. But the tune doesn’t progress as well as the others, and seems to be stuck in the same moment for three plus minutes without any real change. Then Oku introduces a violin at the end of the track that fails to change the feel of the music, but does feel sort of strange and unnecessary. “Animated Movies” doesn’t fit, and feels more like music to be stuck in traffic to than cruising the freeway.

“Simple Times” is the last track and a solid ending for Oku. It has better pace than the “Animated Movies” and has an excellent feature from Alex Vince that gives the song some bravado. Oku has a talented voice, but takes a soft tone throughout the EP, so Vince is a welcome aggressive voice, and he takes the beat and makes it his own. The songs message of making the best of the situation is again a poignant one, and helps to add to the road trip motif.

Oku’s music doesn’t to have a major message behind it, and his lyrics are universal and bordering on cliché. But the project is well produced and is a pleasant listening experience. Considering Oku created the project in such a divisive and utterly confusing time, he should be commended for just completing the project, let along creating something that has some soul behind it.

In a normal world, bravery is the willingness to discuss difficult themes in music that confront big challenges. Perhaps in the bizarre world we find ourselves in, artists like Oku are the real brave ones. To have the spirit to look towards a better day, when society can get back to enjoying long drives and bass lines. Oku had the courage to imagine that things will get better. Given the circumstances, that is not an easy thing to do.

[1] Nathaniel Oku, Genius Lyrics, https://genius.com/nathanieloku

Klezmer at Cornell: A Peek into Music as a Religious Vessel

Religion has long inspired music composition, just as music has shaped faith practices since the beginning of organized religion. The most prominent religious works of music are Christian, as almost every major classical composer has been Christian and written music about his relationship with God. In this age of diversified religious backgrounds and increased accessibility to a wide variety of musical genres, there is no excuse for the predominance of Christian music in classical domains.

At Cornell University, Chabad – a facet of the larger Hasidic Jewish organization – strives to provide its members the opportunity to experience spiritually and culturally Jewish traditions. Their virtual Klezmer concert on Thursday, October 8, was a wonderful example of how musical experiences are being preserved during the age of COVID-19. The concert, which was held over zoom, beautifully shared the stunning and spiritual music of Eastern European Jews with members of the Chabad community. Jennifer Levine’s clarinet-playing was energetic and exciting – her notes bouncing off one another as she moved her instrument along with its swells – while David Zakalik’s accordion kept the music steady and added a sweet heartiness to the melodies. Eventually, Rabbi Eli Silberstein joined the duo, his mahogany voice floating above the instruments.

As the director of Cornell Chabad, Rabbi Eli introduced the instrumentalists and briefly explained the significance of music during the holiday of Sukkot – the reason for the performance. While Rosh Hashanah welcomes the Jewish New Year and Yom Kippur serves as an introspective time of repentance and forgiveness, Sukkot is a celebration of the hope of a new year. Before Levine and Zakalik lept back into their jubilant playing, Rabbi Eli invited his audience to take this time to be cheerful, saying, “Tonight let’s rejoice…now we embrace a whole new future!” And with that, the clarinet and accordion dove in again, echoing each others’ melodies and beckoning others at the Chabad house to clap and dance.

A week after the concert, I had the opportunity to interview Rabbi Eli about Klezmer and the broader contours of Hasidic music. He started by explaining that he knows more about Hasidic music, since he grew up with it, and less about the more secular Klezmer that evolved out of the traditional music. “Hasidic music is tied to a deep philosophy about life,” he explained, “most of the music was composed by spiritual people, whose music was just an extension of their faith.” For Hasidic Jews, their entire life revolves around Judaism and they spend much time reflecting on their relationship with God. Rabbi Eli shared a memory of his from childhood, when he witnessed a man who had been deeply reflecting and praying for hours, suddenly burst into song, with tears streaming down his face as once-hidden emotions escaped from the confines of his soul.

Rabbi Eli and I spent most of our time talking about the role that music plays in Judaism, and how this differs from music produced for the secular public. To him, “music is a vessel to arouse deep spiritual emotions. It enables you to transcend the stresses and constrains of life.” He explained that this is why very few Hasidic melodies have words. “Words are limited,” he said, “They cannot express an emotion that is deep-seated in the heart and has an intense energy to it.” The tune, the melody, is the only language that can express an emotion in the soul.” The aching notes of Zakalik’s accordion complemented by the fast-moving lines of Levine’s clarinet, reminded me of the fast-paced life that distracts us from reflecting on feelings that are hidden within us. Levine and Zakalik’s emotions could be felt through their instruments, their bodies moving along with the notes that they produced, beckoning me and others in the audience to feel the meaning behind the music being performed.

Jewish music has significantly developed since its origins, but still serves to unite the Jewish community, both in its cultural and spiritual significance. Rabbi Eli explained that initially, music was simply part of Jewish services, with choirs singing so that “the music could be heard all over Jerusalem. The music was meant to inspire within those attending a soulful turmoil and repentance.” Hasidic music aims to arouse spirituality in its listeners, playing the same role that music did in the first synagogues. Klezmer, on the other hand, “is a more cultural experience,” being played mostly during holidays and bar and bat mitzvahs…hence the charming Klezmer performance that Chabad held for Sukkot. The Klezmer style “evolved into the hands of Jews who were not as interested in the religious aspects of life, but wanted to be Jewish, culturally.” Even if Klezmer may be more secular than its Hasidic ancestor, the music is still unequivocally tied to spiritual Judaism and inspires those who listen to think more about their relationship to religion.

As a rarely spiritual person, I didn’t expect to feel particularly introspective when attending the Klezmer concert. To my surprise, the engagement of the audience – though mostly virtual aside from the few people in the Chabad house clapping along – paired with the dynamic songs brought me deep into the performance, enveloping me and igniting my curiosity about faith. I never felt fully comfortable sitting in a service and listening to people read religious texts; the liturgy always seemed so oddly formal. But being beckoned into the warm hospitable atmosphere of the Klezmer concert, with Rabbi Eli singing soulful syllables over the brisk and jovial tunes of the accordion and clarinet, I found solace. While I would love to say that the Klezmer concert was a spiritual awakening for me, that would be an immense exaggeration. The music did, however, evoke a curiosity in me about the role of religion in my life and what it would mean to be more spiritual. If I spent more time reflecting on my relationship to God, would I sing with the vigor that Rabbi Eli does? Is there a meaningful connection between singer and song that can only found in sacred music?

Trommer Sextet: Channeling Socially Distanced Vibrations

Cornell’s Trommer Sextet jazz combo rehearses to develop as a group and prepare videos for the new JazzDesk Youtube series.

The Trommer Sextet gathers in Lincoln Hall after a productive rehearsal.

Six Cornell musicians, instruments in hand; four separate rooms scattered throughout Lincoln Hall; one professor, steering the ship; the Trommer Sextet is ready to play its first notes, and none of the musicians can hear one another in their headphones. After a tweak of the controls, Professor Paul Merrill, director of jazz studies, counts in the first tune and the musicians’ fingers are at work. In any other year, technology used in jazz combo rehearsals plays a minor role in connecting the musicians, but in the age of COVID-19, dozens of black coiled black wires flowing from room to room are an important ingredient to making the magical musical sounds come alive.

Long before the fall semester of 2020 began, Professor Merrill was resolved to make the 2020-2021 Cornell jazz combo program a success. As a result of his careful planning and a determination to simply make the best music possible, the Trommer Sextet had five rehearsals in the books just by the end of September, as well as a recording of Clifford Brown’s “Tiny Capers” on the Cornell Jazz Youtube channel as part of the new JazzDesk series. Before I get too excited about what is to come for the Trommer Sextet, first take a seat in the isolation guitar pod during our second combo rehearsal.

I unpack my Ibanez jazz guitar (the same brand used by jazz guitar greats George Benson and John Schofield), review the chord changes of “Alone Together,” and ensure that my camera, the visual passageway from the main room into my guitar pod, is at the right height. Guitar amp on, levels set, and Evan Kravitz (drums) counts in the tune. “Alone Together” by famed mid-century song-writing partnership Dietz and Schwartz was originally played as a slow ballad, but over time has morphed into an upbeat must-know for all jazz players.

This tune has an AABA form, which allows Samantha Rubin (alto) and Reed Landry (tenor) to split up the melody, and Edward George (piano) and myself on guitar to have equal opportunities to “comp,” or play chords behind the horn player’s melody or solo. As a result, the first and second halves of the song have vastly different types of feel; the tune begins with my lighter comping on Rubin’s softer sound and then quickly transitions to George’s forceful block chords in the spaces of Landry’s staccato-style playing. Throughout the whole piece, Teddy Rashkover (bass) keeps the rhythm locked and steady, which allows Kravitz to punctuate sections with creative fills and hits.

The time comes for Professor Merrill’s feedback, a critical and constructive part of this rehearsal. He challenges the horn players to diversify the punctuation in the melody with a mix of long and short notes, and for Kravitz to outline the sections of the form more distinctly. He also inspires George and me to not restrict ourselves to our predetermined comping organization and to listen to the soloist to know when to add a new color or accent a particular chord. While challenging at first, George and I begin to develop the feel of when to act upon an invitation to contribute rather than play every chord change. After a few takes, Professor Merrill’s advice begins to sink in, and the group loses its rigidity.

With the trio of drums, bass, and piano in one room, and guitar, alto, and tenor each in separate pods, listening to one another far outweighs what one musician plays at a given moment. As six selfless players, the Trommer Sextet is able to sound its best. At every rehearsal, our group continues to make progress musically both individually and collectively, despite the restrictions COVID-19 placed upon us.

Under the diligent instruction of Professor Merrill and our continued dedication to the music, the Trommer Sextet has the potential to develop into a force of nature. JazzDesk, filled with eclectic recordings from all four jazz combo groups, will serve as a hub for the fresh and exciting jazz music Cornell students create this year. Check it out, and you will feel the socially distanced vibrations.

Trommer Sextet:

  • Samantha Rubin, alto
  • Reed Landry, tenor
  • Spencer Nachman, guitar
  • Edward George, piano
  • Teddy Rashkover, bass
  • Evan Kravitz, drums
  • Professor Paul Merrill, instructor

Taking Flight

No observer gets higher above Cayuga’s waters then I— except maybe the turkey vulture, red-tailed hawk, jet plane or Reaper drone visiting our lake from its Syracuse aerie. None of these is friend to the Warbler.  My outsized avian cousins would just as soon have me for a bit-sized, grab-and-go snack, and those civil and military flying machines would blithely shred me with their engines and spit me out as feathered confetti, tiny dots of red and white floating down in final descent to the place I love: Cornell!

Even if I now and again venture up to the heights (though never to Cayuga Heights) for the view—look in on the chimes of McGraw Tower, flit over to the twin towers of Ithaca College, or check the progress of the high-rise construction in what our alma mater hopefully calls the “busy humming of the bustling town”—my favored destinations are the trees, bushes and flowers of our glorious campus, the lapidary steps and benches, the sills and eaves of its edifying edifices. Rather than assuming the bird’s-eye-view, I prefer to be quad-level peering out from an oak or maple branch, listening and watching.

It is not only planes that have been absent of late. The university’s quadrangles, paths, and bridges do not see the continual rush of humanity coursing from its buildings every hour or so.  The place appears largely vacant, the humans having apparently taken up the habit of hibernating as if in emulation of the university’s mascot, the bear, but doing so, oxymoronically, even during the summer and autumn.

In the Arts Quad a large tent with open sides was set up. I liked to perch atop its apex or duck inside if a sight or strain caught my fancy. Mostly the temporary pavillon remained empty, though occasionally during the day I spied parents snatching a nap while their toddlers roamed the temporary floorboards. Now and again I spotted an instrumental duo inside or under a nearby tree, and flew down to do what I do best: observe. Sometimes individual lessons were underway, the musicians looking a bit stranded, their music not reaching far beyond the tent stakes. Once I sang my colorful song to encourage a fledgling clarinetist, but my improvised duet elicited only an annoyed glance.  I flew away.

This weekend the wind ensemble came outdoors to present an afternoon concert.  A black grand piano was even schlepped out of Lincoln Hall for the festivities. People roused themselves from their slumbers and emerged from their lairs to assemble for the music, standing well apart from each other, as I’ve noticed they are wont to do nowadays.

The highpoint (like I said, I do like occasionally get high, even if I mostly stay low), was Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue, a rousing keyboard concerto that has always set my wings to flapping.  Its symphonic blasts raced across the lawns and echoed off the vacant buildings, while the pianist ripped off his solo part with the brashness of the blue jay and the nimbleness of the chickadee.  The fall afternoon glowed red and resounded in blue—an optimistic, American blue.  The people swayed like trees in a jaunty breeze.  The straps of their masks flexed. Their ears were cocked. They were smiling as they listened.

 

Any Person, Any Genre: Cornellians Reflect on Their Quarantunes

5 Cornellians. 6+ months of a global pandemic. Endless hours of brainstorming, writing, creating, and producing music.

From left to right: Nathaniel Oku’s EP Driver, Victoria Alkin’s single Better Left Unsaid, West St.’s album VICE VERSA., rubin’s single “Still Dreaming,” soyybean’s single “refocus.”

“Effective at 5 p.m. today (March 13), we are suspending all classes on the Ithaca campus for three weeks… All undergraduate students and most professional students are strongly encouraged to return as soon as feasible to their permanent home residences.”

President Martha Pollack’s urgent plea for the evacuation of the Ithaca campus came as a surprise to many students, drastically transforming the next six months as they retreated back into the confines of their childhood bedrooms or cramped Collegetown apartments. With a three-week suspension of classes and strict lockdown restrictions, Cornellians were faced with what they always wished they had: all the time in the world. Students, normally over-scheduled with maximum-credit schedules, work commitments, and research labs, suddenly found themselves locked inside with nothing to do but rewatch The Office and bake sourdough. But for five Cornellians, quarantine has brought an unprecedented amount of time to create, produce, and polish new music.

While Cornell fosters far more famous academics and public servants than musicians, various current Cornell students have recently broken into the music scene. For example, Sean Yu ‘23, known professionally as soyybean, boasts a song with more than 61,000 Spotify plays. soyybean, along with Nathan Abel ‘21 (Nathaniel Oku), has used quarantine to redefine his style and focus on music that speaks to him in light of the pandemic. Other Cornell musicians, like Rubin Smith ‘21, better known as rubin, began producing music for the first time in quarantine. “I wanted to explore music creation and I had a lot of time,” rubin said. This surge in musical production mirrors a nationwide trend of channeling pandemic-related emotions into music — a Quarantine DIY musical renaissance, as Rolling Stone describes it.

Cornell musicians exhibit just as much diversity in the genres they span as their alma mater does in major disciplines. Victoria Alkin ‘23’s poppy musical theater-inspired melodies in songs like “Better Left Unsaid” stand in stark contrast to Phil Schofield ‘21 of West St.’s lofi EDM-rap project or soyybean’s dark R&B-hip-hop fusion album, Tomorrow Doesn’t Exist. Yet these musicians exude passion and exquisite attention to the nuanced details of their respective genres.  Quarantine has also inspired them to explore new sounds and lyrical focuses as they watch the world spin into an endless positive feedback loop of chaos. rubin emphasized that his synth-heavy sound reflects “dystopian, end of the world vibes” — a sonic reflection of the heavy, uncertain days of quarantine. Oku has written quarantine-inspired lyrics, most notably in his song “Simple Times.” “[This song] is about how I feel like a lot of people feel like they were waiting for [quarantine] to be over for them to go on with their life,” Oku explained.

With social distancing regulations enforced — and the potential of singing to be a super-spreader phenomenon — singers must take extra caution when producing music with people. soyybean noted that while he had more time to write, he struggled with the lack of social interaction during the writing process. “When you’re by yourself, you don’t come up with many creative ideas,” soyybean lamented. Schofield agrees, especially since the other half of his musical duo is 225 miles away at the University of Maryland. Unable to collaborate like he does in normal summers, he has instead directed his energy into refining unfinished tracks to release on his next album, Upstate. On the other hand, although Alkin also misses the lack of human interaction for song inspiration, she has gained more opportunities to collaborate during quarantine. Normally a solo artist, she has since co-written songs with her brother while confined in their house.

Cornellians are all too familiar with feelings of imposter syndrome and expectations to perform their best in the midst of a global pandemic. That’s why music has been an important outlet. “Everything is going to shit, so I might as well express myself,” rubin said, laughing. This period has given students time to write music that resonates deep within the hearts of their peers, according to Alkin, or channel their quarantine-related boredom or anxiety into a “snapshot of the time,” as Oku describes. soyybean said that’s why he wrote his newest single, “Refocus.” Much more mellow than his usual upbeat hip-hop, the song is an open letter to himself about the frustration and loneliness of quarantine. Time seems to be at a stand-still — students joke this year has so far consisted of January, February, and 201-day March — but Cornellians once again continue to push boundaries of innovation and creativity in their personal expression.

 

You can stream their music here:

soyybean https://open.spotify.com/artist/0Ptqd6bjK9rZUr3Sy9T2Qe?si=rOLlMO_UTsqFDF22zKW3lA

rubin https://rubin.bandcamp.com/

Nathaniel Oku https://open.spotify.com/artist/7pBC4SdUjVgndLGtdt5r7D?si=WRIbka29Rhyk76dfCCAdrg

Victoria Alkin https://open.spotify.com/artist/7ivAkVcTGWXpP7BHC2nQKs?si=8Bd13ZhHQ1ubjSS9FWqMWw

West St. https://open.spotify.com/artist/1yaiG4c43WNVmOmkfQizdM?si=QHJ6csqESxK7_EtUuhIpfA