Sunday, March 27, 2011

Each Musician Can Do Something

Recently I read a blogpost by Jessica Duchen which prompted this comment from me:
Thank you for this post which speaks to a worldwide issue.
The civilizing influence of music upon human life is under attack here as well as there.
I believe that each and every musician can do something, no matter how seemingly insignificant.
I can play Mozart for a school for homeless children-and when I visit, speak with them -
"How does this music make you feel?"
One child in the second grade level said - "I felt I was in heaven."
Then I leave my recordings at the school (the 24 Preludes & Fugues of Bach's Well Tempered Clavier Book One" - and the "McEvilly-Mozart 17 Piano Sonatas" and ask the principal and teachers to copy it so that each and every child can have these inspiring works in their own environment. This way, the music becomes a part of their life. When I re-visit, the children have learned the melodies of Mozart and Bach "by heart" - I know this because they are humming the tunes.
It is a small thing, but it is some thing.
Thank you for this message you have posted. You are doing something very important, and I will do what I can to reach out with your words to the few people who follow my tweets.

Visit Jessica Duchen's blogpost -

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Oh Such Big Ears! What Are The First Sounds You Remember?

When I was born, everyone commented "Oh! Such big ears!" I began to listen. The first sounds I remember were the train whistles and the various chirpings, tweetings, twitterings, cawings, hootings, shriekings, and melodic singings of birds. Sound fascinated me.
When I saw someone winding up the Victrola "talking machine" & placing the needle down on the disc whirling about at 78 revolutions pr. minute I knew that heaven was about to enter the room-through my ears.

What were the first sounds you remember hearing?
Please comment.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

The Sound Of Discovery

Music is the art through which we most intimately touch the Divine presence.
A musician and his instrument become one in the process of releasing sound vibrations touching the human spirit.
Here is my instrument.
It is more than a piano. It is a Mason & Hamlin.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Why I Am So Awesome

When I consider how awesome I am, I am astonished. I have just resolved to go out there and proclaim my awesomeness to the world without saying a word. (This post is a rare exception.)
Well, that's done.
But wait! I didn't tell you the "Why" - Ah, you see, that cannot be said in words.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

On Listening

Aldous Huxley spoke to our Philosophy Club at USC in 1962 - I do not remember anything about what he said, but what I will never forget is the quality of his listening, after his speech, to what others were saying. His listening was palpable.
I always speak to the children about the wonders of their own listening capacities, about how their listening opens the doorway to great discoveries about the world and about themselves.
I am a fan of listening.

Friday, March 11, 2011

On Tooting Your Own Horn- From a reply to Chris Brogan

. I think a lot of us believe that when we tell our own story, even with the finest set of variations, over and over again there is something "wrong" -that we are being totally egocentric, and that people will see that as selfish, self-centered, etc. (all the things we are told not to be when we are growing up) - Well, gee and guess what - I am about to enter my 4th (and presumably final) quarter century on the planet and I'm still bustin' through these self-limiting myths imposed by the voices of the past (re-inforced by a lot of voices from the present-)
The other day I noticed something about my computer homepage > Safari takes me to Apple - Guess what? I noticed it's all about Apple - Apple this, Apple that, Apple here, Apple there > No one seems to think there is anything "wrong" about Apple telling the story of Apple. So thanks for the post (again) I am happily continuing the story of Wayne McEvilly - How he became a musician, how he became a pianist, how he wrote his way into the heart of Anais Nin, how he is taking Mozart to children all around the world, and I'll do my best to keep the stories interesting.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Response To Brian Solis on "Who Owns the Customer Relationship?"

Brian - This post seemed to me quite simply to be a bit (and that's understating the case) "convoluted". Perhaps I have not sufficiently learned your language and the basic rhetorical gestures with which you communicate. But a few points spoke to me directly. From your post this stuck out: "Who owns the customer relationship? The short answer is everyone." and I connect the dots from that to the word "hierarchy" - I run a simple business as an individual - a pianist-independently contracting my work to an agency which then presents it to the public. At the top of the "hierarchy" is the marketing department. For the most part these folk take a very dim view of my doing my own press and allowing others (word of mouth) to then carry my work on into their communities. Control is the issue. What the marketing people do not realize is that if I weren't doing their job for them, there wold be much less press, tv, radio - all the stuff that connects my event (concert) to the public. It is frustrating at times, but I continue to act as my own marketer and the hall is usually full. On the few times I have left it up to the marketing department, the audience size dwindles.
So finally I make some applicable sense from your post- It is indeed EVERYONE who owns the customer relationship. I am speaking from experience.
Thank you. "Got me to thinkin'!"
Here's> - "Social Media & The Need For New Business Models" by @BrianSolis

Has Grammar Got Relevance In A Surreal Tale?

Off and on I go to work on a manuscript novel I call “The Chinese In Montana” – I fancy that I am creating the language of this book, so there are no errors of grammar therein – It is a novel creating its own language – no editor could possibly deal with the text, because everything in it is correct by virtue of my initial premise. The same holds true for spelling therein – The spelling of words changes with time, and I have cast my tale in a timeless realm where such matters are irrelevant.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

McEvilly Mozart Sets Improve The Lives Of Children

On The Dimensions of Our Mortality

I just came upon a blogpost on Grief and Grieving by Bill Young - We are always deeply touched by death and it is ever present. Yet we live in a world where thought of this is as good as taboo. "In the midst of life, we are in death." I will never forget those words spoken to me as a child while walking on the beach with an adult friend, I. Mildred Johnson, librarian at the Free Library Of Philadelphia. She was an adult. A mentor. I was twelve years old. She introduced me to great works of literature, to Christopher Morley, Walt Whitman, Henry James yet that one statement, so startlingly delivered "out of the blue" at the edge of the ocean, at land's end, was her greatest gift to my mind. I have never forgotten the force with which it sunk in, instantly-never. She did not elaborate. She did not explain. She did not comment. I asked no question.
Thank you, Mildred.

Here is the comment I left on Bill's post:
Thank you for this very thoughtful post. Our mortality is a common thread that should by all rights unite us and bind us together in one humanity with each and every other mortal on the planet. Rather, we seem to ignore it and not see it as conveying a precious quality and quantity on each and every life. This in itself is a fact worthy of grief, and we are surrounded by it. It pervades our social interactions. A true REALization of our common mortality would give rise to compassion and generosity. Yet we are bound to social conventions that place death in the category of taboo.
On a lighter side - I had this LOL moment when news reached me via a tweet (how else?) that Jane Russell had died at age 89 my first thought was: "How young to die!" -it just popped into my brainbox, and I thought 89 young! How funny!
Years ago when I was corresponding with Anais Nin and she was facing her own rapidly vanishing time on the planet I wrote an essay called "The Two Faces Of Death" - she had her publisher use it as an Afterword to her book "Seduction Of The Minotaur" - Time to re-read that and to reflect on the subject you treat here. My mind since childhood has never strayed far from reflections on mortality. It is, finally, what quickens us into an awakening -or not.

& here is Bill Young's post "On Grief and Grieving" from "Okie Reads" >