I could be dramatic, and tell you that it saved my life.
Or, I could be factual and say that it saved my life. Why?
Because I struggled for most of my teenage years with a chronic depression that
flared into the acute; during those periods, I would walk the streets thinking
of suicide. Then I would go home and practice the cello, often preparing for
the next rehearsal of the Wisconsin Youth
Symphony Orchestra (WYSO).
Obviously, I never committed suicide, nor am I sure of how
close I really came. Nor was it just the cello, or WYSO, that kept me alive—but
it was a huge part of it. I was tall and lanky, struggling not to admit that I
was gay, and not fitting into any discernable clique in high school. So when I
played, those three hours on Saturday morning, it was both the chance to escape
and to be a part of something larger.
Here, taken from the official website is the history:
Founded by Dr. Marvin Rabin in 1966, the Wisconsin Youth
Symphony Orchestras (WYSO) has grown from one single orchestra into a
comprehensive program that includes three full orchestras, a string orchestra,
chamber music program and a full array of ensemble programs. Today, WYSO,
under the direction of James Smith is recognized as one of the finest youth
orchestra programs in the country.
Right—that
might be the official history, but who knows the unofficial history? My
recollection—quite possibly incorrect—was that Dr. Marvin Rabin was invited to
found the orchestra by Professor Richard Wolf. But what prompted Rabin to
accept? He had created at least two other youth orchestras—why go to Wisconsin?
But
there he was—variously mercurial, raging, loving, cajoling, demanding—charging
down the halls of the Humanities Building shortly before nine every Saturday
morning, assembling the troops, shouting for Sharon Levanthal to stand up and
get Emily Auerbach to give us an A. Then, it was on to rehearse music that, as
I now think about it, was of surprisingly high quality, nor was it simple. In
my day, it was Shostakovich Fifth, Dvorak’s New World, and Rimsky-Korsakov’s
Russian Easter Overture.
It
was a small operation, in those days—yes, there was a manager, a former nun
named MaryJo Biechler. There was an office, about the size of a bathroom today.
Oh, and the phone—but unless I’m wrong, that was it.
There
were supporters, who contributed time and energy, often in substantial amounts,
and they were often as high-powered as the music, or the idea behind the
orchestra. Here’s a list of the life trustees:
Marian
Bolz
Shirley
Inhorn
Stanley
Inhorn
Richard W. Wolf
Marion
Bolz? She was the daughter of a woman named Eugenie Mayer Bolz, and that
“Mayer” is there for a reason: She was—I think—the granddaughter of Oscar
Mayer. Yes, that Oscar Meyer.
The
Inhorns? I now realize that he was the director of the Wisconsin State
Laboratory of Hygiene—but that was incidental: They were both big champions of
music, and Mrs. Inhorn, as I remember, decided in middle age to take up the
marimba. And Richard Wolf was a big music educator, and director of the Summer
Music Clinic, which was the first of its kind in the nation, as is still
going strong.
They
would say that who they were wasn’t the point, it was about the kids; here I
cannot speak—again!—with any certainty. But I strongly suspect that the WYSO
kids went on to do surprisingly diverse things, and do them very well. The
Sharan Levanthal who provoked the tweet from Emily Auerbach? Well, Sharan went
on to teach at the Boston Conservatory; Emily became a professor of English at
UW-Madison, and created the Odyssey Program.
Two
of 6,000 people who have been in WYSO, all of whom have stories of their own.
What do we have in common? Well, brain functioning, for one thing, since it’s
been established that musicians’ brains—time to be smug, here—are both
different and in some ways better than non-musicians’ brains. Discipline, of
course, since how many hours of practice did you have to put in, to get into
and stay in the orchestra? Then there’s the teamwork involved, as well as the
magic of being one of 100 plus people all doing the same and beautiful thing.
But
there’s more than that: This morning on my walk, what did I listen to? A piece
by Hans Gál, about whom I knew nothing until I heard a CD conducted by Kenneth
Woods, himself a WYSO alumnus. Confession—I wasn’t wild about it, and so I
skipped to a later track, and heard a Schumann Symphony.
Music,
in short, is woven into the cloth of my life—as important (nearly) as my
husband and (certainly) my friends, books, and writing. Would I have that
intensity of feeling for music without WYSO? I suspect not.
There
was something else as well: In 1974, I won the concerto competition, and
performed twice the famous—and to me ersatz—Boccherini Cello Concerto. OK—I
hated it then, I hate it now, but remember that gawky kid I was telling you
about? He got an ovation, and it meant a lot.
Curiously,
the most memorable thing about WYSO was not a concert or rehearsal, but rather
the drive my father made to get me to a rehearsal. Why? Because it was
sub-zero, it was snowing hard, and we were the only ones on the road. It was,
in fact, a blizzard, but was the rehearsal cancelled? Of course not.
So it
was important to him, as it was to so many parents, this opportunity to do
something with music, this lifeline that he must have sense was connecting his
son. And it was important to my mother, too, who up until the last days of her
life wrote out a check to the organization.
And
now, in less than a month’s time, the orchestra will have a fundraiser, Art of Note, with the aim of
raising $50,000 for scholarships and operational costs; in addition, they will
be auctioning some wonderful, whimsical violins. Take a look:
(Rich
Readers out there—I want the third one….)
I
appeal to rich readers since, well, I am not. I will give some money, but I’ll
do a bit more: Each day I will venture into the café where I write, and where
there is a small performance area. So I’ll take the cello in, sit down, put a
couple of dollars in to prime the hat, and then play Bach solo suites for an
hour. I do this anyway, and donate the money to four wonderful
organizations that could use some help. Then, I’ll do a formal recital of
the first three suites as a fundraiser a week before the official fundraiser in
Madison. That will give me time to upload a video clip to a YouTube page I’ve
created.
I’m
in Puerto Rico, but where has life taken all of us? I know a couple of WYSO
alums are in Europe; I suspect we are everywhere, and some of us, certainly,
are still playing.
Anybody
want to join me?
