Magic Happens!: My Journey with the Northern Iowa Wind Symphony
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This is the story of Ronald Johnson's 35-year journey with the Northern Iowa Wind Symphony. It is a story of what they did together in those 35 years, of where they started, where they traveled and, eventually, where they ended. It is a story of what they accomplished together, what they hoped for, what they dreamed, and what they created. There
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Magic Happens! - Ronald Johnson
Magic Happens!: My Journey with the Northern Iowa Wind Symphony
Ronald Johnson
Maxime's Music
Brisbane, Australia
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Copyright © 2020 Ronald Johnson
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ISBN: 9781936512911
Preface
This is a story about magic … a story about love, and inspiration, and discovery. It is also the story of a journey … my journey. And, as with most journeys, the path from before to now was not a straight one … it was not without missteps, errors, slips, blunders, and disappointments. This is an account of my 35-year journey with the wonderful students of the University of Northern Iowa Wind Symphony. It is a story of what we did together in those 35 years … of where we started, where we traveled and, eventually, where we ended. It is a story of what we accomplished together … what we hoped for, what we dreamed, what we created. Our story is not intended as prescriptive … a model for others to follow or imitate. It, simply, is our story.
Ronald Johnson
September 2020 Cedar Falls, Iowa
Acknowledgements
From the time I was six years old, each year, in late August or early September, I started to school … either as a student or as a teacher. Throughout my life, I was surrounded by teachers and other mentors who cared for me, inspired me, encouraged me, and loved me. Many of those people are included in this story, but, for purposes of the story line, many are not. Still, I am a product of all those who have shared my journey with me, and allowed me to be part of theirs. Indeed, I could not have had the life I did without them. With them, I found … and, am still finding … who I am now, who I could become, and what I intend to represent.
When I was in the 8th grade, I discovered the world of music, by means of percussion. In this world, I found the composers, conductors, and performers who would inspire me and motivate me for the remainder of my life. In this world, I found the power of great music to inspire us … to touch our hearts, to heal our souls, to help us become whole human beings. From that moment in the 8th grade until now, I have lived my life in two worlds … the world of music, and the world of teaching.
There are several people who encouraged me, and helped me with the writing of this book. Each of them was needed for this story to become reality. The first of these is Caroline Francis, Communications and Operations Coordinator in the School of Music at the University of Northern Iowa, and my good friend. In our many lunch conversations, when I would recount stories of events from our European tours or the impetus for one of our past projects, Caroline would often say, You have to write this down! This is such a great story!
It was she who asked about the origins of ideas, projects, and other elements of our development. She was helpful as a reader of the text … questioning this, suggesting that, encouraging me to reveal more of what we did. I also give thanks to Lawrence Harper, Emeritus Director of Bands at Carroll University in Wisconsin. Larry has been a close friend and colleague for almost fifty years now, and has enjoyed a distinguished career as conductor and teacher. Larry read the text several times, offering suggestions (most of which I took), and finding small, almost hidden, errors of spelling or syntax. And, enormous thanks to Melody Steed, Professional Organist and Elementary Music Teacher, and long-time friend. Melody was relentless in her attempts to bring clarity and readability
to the narrative. She read the complete text several times, and each time found new questions for me …questions which were always helpful and productive.
Finally, I am thankful to the hundreds of marvelous students with whom I was privileged to work, and make music, for all those many years. While I became a year older each fall, they were always the same age … they always came with hopes and dreams for a better tomorrow, and a willingness to invest in their lives. Every year, they brought me new things to think about … different ways of doing things, questions that I had not considered before. They inspired me with their spiritual courage to continue their journey when conditions of their lives often made that quite difficult. It was from them that I learned that no one goes unscathed in this life … that we all carry a burden, and that we all have wounds, no matter how we may try to hide them. To find healing for our Souls in the spiritual realm of great music … that was always their gift to me. I think of them every day now, and I am grateful.
Introduction
When I was an undergraduate student at Texas Tech University (at that time, Texas Technological College), if someone had suggested to me that I would spend thirty-five years of my life at the University of Northern Iowa (UNI) doing what I got to do, I would not have believed it. Not only was my level of preparation insufficient for what would come later, but the very notion that such a life was available was not in my realm of possibilities. Simply put, I had no idea that this world even existed.
My dream as an undergraduate was to be a high school band director. In Texas, in the late 1960s, high school band directors held positions of influence equal to that of administrators and athletic coaches. Interestingly, it was the one of the few goals that I was never able to achieve. After graduation in the spring of 1968, I spent one year teaching and conducting the band at Robert T. Hill Junior High in Dallas, Texas. I loved the job, and the kids. We won contests and received awards. But, sometime around mid-year, I realized that I was relying on the excellent preparation supplied by my predecessor and that, in the next year, I would have to face my own teaching. So, I determined to leave Dallas, and move to California and pursue a Master’s degree, and career, in percussion.
And I would answer you … that to prepare the future is only to found the present … for the sole true invention is to decipher the present under its incoherent aspects and its contradictory language … You do not have to foresee the future, but to allow it.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
My percussion teacher at Tech, Joel Leach, had taken a position at San Fernando Valley State College (SFVSC), later renamed California State University, Northridge (CSUN). So, I followed him there in the fall semester of 1969. Joel had an enormous influence on me as an undergraduate, and it was he to whom I looked for advice and counsel in finding my direction. My hope was to become an orchestral and/or studio player in Los Angeles. I was fairly capable as a percussionist and had no other real burning desires as a musician. The idea of conducting had not shown up yet. Indeed, I had no idea of what being a conductor meant. I knew band directing,
but that was a long way from the world I was about to enter.
Coincidentally, though I have since come to understand that nothing happens by chance, that was also the first year for David Whitwell, as Conductor of the Wind Ensemble. The Chairman of the Music Department, Clarence Wiggins, had been the conductor since the university opened in 1958. But, the university was growing rapidly, requiring that he give more of his energy to administrative duties. So, in the summer of 1969, he hired Dr. Whitwell, who had just returned from Vienna, where he had spent the previous year working for the Austrian music publisher, Universal Edition; doing wind history research in several major libraries, and conducting concerts and recording sessions with several major European symphony orchestras. The arrival of David Whitwell was to change my direction … and my life … forever.
David Whitwell
That fall, I was assigned to the Wind Ensemble as a member of the percussion section. I can still remember that first rehearsal … Dr. Whitwell entering the rehearsal room; welcoming the students; calling for a tuning note, and beginning to rehearse Hector Berlioz’ Grande Symphony Funebre et Triumphal. There was no score in front of him; no music stand. He had memorized the score, as was his practice for the entirety of his career. It was amazing. I had never heard music like this before. My undergraduate experience had been marches, orchestral transcriptions, some novelty tunes, and works from the standard repertoire which were known as war horses.
I remember leaving that first rehearsal and going out to sit in the courtyard and recover from the experience. I was in emotional distress from the power of this exquisite music. The rehearsals following were equally fulfilling, and the concerts that fall were exhilarating.
A life without once reading Hamlet is like a life spent in a coal mine.’
Hector Berlioz
For the spring semester, I asked Dr. Whitwell if I could study with him privately, now realizing that, perhaps, conducting was my true calling. We spent the semester with him teaching me the basics of score study, and introducing me to the world of Art Music … again, something of which I knew nothing. We listened to, and studied Strauss, and Mahler, and Wagner, and a host of other celebrated composers. It was in this time that I began to understand that it was the composer and the music which was important, that the ensemble was only the messenger, not the message. My previous experience was that attention was given to the ensemble (the band), and less attention to what music was performed. So, this notion of the primacy of the composer, and the importance of the aesthetic quality of the composition … these were new ideas for me. The following year, I continued to study with him, but now as Assistant Conductor of the Wind Orchestra. Dr. Whitwell had changed the name in the previous spring semester. He allowed me to rehearse every week, and conduct on every concert. What a wonderful gift that was for me!
In the spring semester of 1971, on a Friday in May, the Wind Orchestra was scheduled for an evening run-out
concert at Santa Barbara High School, one of the better music programs in the southern part of the state. The group was loaded on to the bus, waiting in the front parking lot of the music building, and ready to leave. Almost at the moment the bus started to move, the department secretary came running out of the building, frantically waving her arms. (This, of course, was a time before cell phones and computers. Once the bus left, it would have been several hours before contact would have been possible.) The secretary told Dr. Whitwell that his wife was at the hospital; she was in labor, and their first child was about to be born. As I remember the moment, he calmly handed me the scores for the concert, indicated that he would try and join us at a later time, and bade me farewell. While I had been present for all rehearsals, I had not conducted any rehearsals on my own, except for the piece I was to conduct. The program included H. Owen Reed’s La Fiesta Mexicana, Jacques Ibert’s Concerto for Cello and Wind Instruments, Henk Badings’ Armageddon, and a couple of other first rate pieces … none of which I had ever conducted.
I asked the principal players to come to the front of the bus and talk to me about tempi, and what happened at certain structural points in the music. I had about two hours, as I remember, before the concert. Somehow, we made it through the program without major problems. Dr. Whitwell never made it out of the hospital. I am certain that the performance was not all that wonderful … it couldn’t have been! But, those were good players, who were well prepared and they helped me along. For me, of course, it was a pivotal moment in my life. While I am sure that I was quite scared of what was happening in the moment, it was also thrilling to stand in front of the ensemble, allowing the sounds of that remarkable music to wash over my body and soul. I was hooked … there was no turning back now. I was now on my path.
Maybe, the journey isn’t so much about becoming anything. Maybe, it’s about unbecoming everything that isn’t really you, so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place.’
Anonymous
The following fall (1971), I joined the faculty on a part-time basis, working with the marching band, teaching a jazz history course, and continuing my work as Assistant Conductor of the Wind Orchestra. In the spring (1972), with the help and support of Dr. Wiggins, department chair, I was able to take a sabbatical replacement position for the band director at Bakersfield College, a two-year (junior) college, about one hundred miles north of the San Fernando Valley. Wiggins had been department chair there before his tenure at SFVSC, and had good connections with the administration. There was a pretty good band program there, though more well known for its jazz band. I no longer have concert programs from that time in Bakersfield, but do remember performing the Requiem for Louis XVI by Nicolas-Charles Bochsa (France, 1789–1856), and Henk Badings’ (Netherlands, 1907–1987) Armageddon.
That summer, I was hired to teach percussion at the Idyllwild School of Music and the Arts (ISOMATA), a summer program sponsored by the University of Southern California (USC). As I remember, I was there for about four weeks. The program was quite famous, with many nationally and internationally acclaimed musicians having been campers
there, when younger. My duties were to rehearse the percussion sections for the wind ensemble and orchestra, and to teach private lessons in percussion. I also conducted the wind ensemble for one week (there were several conductors that summer) and directed the jazz band for a couple of weeks.
As the summer was coming to a close, I was beginning to seriously consider what I might do in the fall, as I had no prospects. I had applied for several small college positions, but had not received any response. By the beginning of August, I was beginning to lose hope. I had pretty much resigned myself to living with my mother, and playing dance gigs and whatever other part-time work I could find in the Los Angeles area. I decided to take what little money I had, and fly to Las Vegas for one last party
before reality was to set in. I flew to Vegas on a Saturday, partied for the remainder of the day and night (I didn’t even book a hotel room) and flew back the next day. I arrived late, maybe 9:00 pm or so, and drove from the airport in Pomona up the mountain to Idyllwild. It was a Sunday night, before the last week of the camp, at around 10:00 pm. Before heading to my room for sleep, I decided to stop by the mail room to see if I had any messages. There, in my mailbox, was a pink message slip with the written words, Call Modesto Junior College,
along with a name and number for me to call. I had applied for the Director