The Water is Wide, Daisy Bell, by Andrew Stiller

Andrew Stiller’s “The Water is Wide, Daisy Bell”, written for his sister’s wedding in 1987, starts with a halting attempt to remember the tune of “Water is Wide”, which finally appears in full, and is transformed through various keys, including a bitonal variation (two different keys simultaneously). This abruptly ends with an impatient thundering crash, and then picks up with a lead-in to “Daisy Bell” (“Bicycle Built for Two”). The tune climbs up from the bottom of the piano to the top, and then descends to the bottom again, at which point the couple apparently breaks up (temporarily). There is an interminable section of random sighing minor chords, which I tend to abbreviate (I am sympathetic, but not that sympathetic). And then the relationship thaws and comes back to life, combining the tunes in a glorious conclusion.

A Personal Connection to the Stiller Piece: Glenmont MD, 1955

“The Water is Wide, Daisy Bell” by Andrew Stiller (1987)

We lived in a small Cape style house in Glenmont Maryland from about 1950-57. My father bought it on the G.I. Bill in 1946 or 1947 for $10,000. (I see that it was sold in 2024 for $555K). The split level “Jewish” neighborhoods, like Bannockburn, were apparently too expensive, at $12K. My dad was working as a staffer on the Hill in the early 1950’s, for the Sub-Committee on Antitrust and Monopoly. We drove him to the B&O train at the Forest Glen “Castle Station” every morning in our 1940 Oldsmobile (with running boards) to go to work in one of the WWII “temp” quonsets (it was “E” Building) that persisted on the Mall for decades after the war. Glenmont was still farmland and woods in 1950, and was being converted to the “Little Boxes” housing developments of the baby boom. The woods were disappearing before my eyes as a child, but I could still pack a Skippy’s peanut butter on Pepperidge Farm bread and wander off into the woods by myself. There were few fences between lots, and kids roamed freely, taking shortcuts through other people’s yards. Some of the neighborhood kids took advantage of the newness of the storm water system by crawling, climbing, and skating through the sewer tunnels. We would find Indian head pennies, arrowheads, and Civil War bullets when people dug up the soil for gardening. Rose quartz and mica were common. There was a feeling that the War, Civil, that is, had just recently concluded. The Washington Post ran a story about the last veteran of that War finally going to his eternal reward. There were slave houses just to the north in Olney or Rockville, and an abandoned blacksmith shop on Georgia Ave in Silver Spring, about where the Beltway is now. My neighborhood friends regarded me as a “Yankee” because we had moved back from Boston, and I had a bit of an accent. The Washington Post advertised “Help Wanted, White” and “Help Wanted, Colored”, and just a few miles away in Virginia, there were separate drinking fountains and bathrooms.

Our pediatrician was Dr. Stiller on Georgia Ave and Plyers Mill Rd. I don’t remember him, but I remember the intersection. In 1969 I was a music student at SUNY Buffalo, and one of the composition students in the department was Andrew Stiller, son of that pediatrician. I mentioned it to him, but he was not impressed. I would see him frequently in the basement practise rooms of Baird Hall. He was working on a thorough and meticulous notation of Beatles Songs at the time.

Many years later I Googled Andrew Stiller, and found this composition that he had written in 1987 for his sister’s wedding. In some strange way it brought back memories of Glenmont/Wheaton of 1955. I don’t know why, but his evocation of the Appalachian tune “The Water is Wide” moves me deeply, as if it comes out of that mica schist soil. Andrew treats it with the respect that it deserves, as if we share that history, even though he, contemporary composer that he is, makes it work in a bitonal variation. “Bicycle Built for Two” is one of a few songs that my dad would sing in the shower, when we lived in Glenmont. I don’t remember him ever singing after we moved to St. Louis in 1957.

No Kings Takoma

Pretty good turnout, lots of neighbors.

Recurrent Dream

I awoke this morning from a distressing dream, of a recurrent type. I am to play an important concert for a large gathering, perhaps for a religious group like the SDA or Mormon Church. I only have to play one work, one that I have played frequently, perhaps Bolcom’s “Graceful Ghost” Rag. Crowds begin to gather in this large hall. I am treated with great courtesy, but the crowd is quite dense, looks like it will be several thousand. I suddenly realize that I do not have my score, and cannot perform from memory. It is too late to go home. I think, well, the music director must have a score, and I can use that. I ask someone, is there a music director? But they are busy, and just gesture towards a locked door. Then I realize that I do not have my glasses either, and won’t be able to see to play.

I think this is a dream about the perils of celebrity, an issue that bubbles through my subconscious.

The "Indianists"

From Wikipedia:

“Arthur Farwell was perhaps the most important composer involved in the Indianist movement at the height of its influence. He professed interest in all forms of American music, "notably, ragtime, Negro songs, Indian songs, Cowboy songs, and, of the utmost importance, new and daring expressions of our own composers, sound-speech previously unheard." He seemed to show particular interest in American Indian music. Farwell founded the Wa-Wan Press, which published songs and other compositions of Indianist music in America. As a composer, Farwell did not regard American Indian music as a novelty, but as a profound source of inspiration for his work.”

The “Indianists” have been accused of “appropriation”, and as a result are almost entirely dismissed and neglected. But they were running around reservations with Edison wax cylinders, to preserve native American culture, and present it to the general public in notated and harmonized form. How is this different from Bartok, Kodaly, and Saygun?

Chopin, from under the piano

Formative memory: sitting under the piano as a 5 year old, listening to my aunt Thelma play.

Under the Piano

When I was little I used to sit under the piano when my aunt Thelma played, a wonderful experience! This clip is a little like that.

Signs of the Times

Chamber music is a dying art. Highly trained, superb classical musicians of my acquaintance are turning to events management, classroom teaching, and online businesses to get a steady paycheck, health care coverage, vacation pay and sick days, and better control their time. There is no one left to play music with.

Comfort in Hard Times

Samuel Coleridge-Taylor

Whereas Ullmann’s 7th Piano Sonata well reflects the despair and defiance appropriate to the present time, I take comfort from works like Harry T. Burleigh’s “From the Southland”, based on spirituals.

Looking around for more inspiration of this type, I was very excited to discover that IMSLP has Samuel Coleridge-Taylor’s “Twenty-Four Negro Melodies”, Op. 59, 127 pages of piano music from 1905. They are:

1. At the Dawn of Day

2. The Stones are Very Hard

3. Take Nabandji

4. They Will Not Lend Me a Child

5. Song of Conquest

6. Warrior's Song

7. Oloba

8. The Bamboula

9. The Angels Changed My Name

10. Deep River

11. Didn't My Lord Deliver Daniel?

12. Don't be Weary, Traveller

13. Going Up

14. I'm Troubled in Mind

15. I was Way Down a-Yonder

16. Let Us Cheer the Weary Traveller

17. Many Thousand Gone

18. My Lord Delivered Daniel

19. Oh, He Raise a Poor Lazarus

20. Pilgrim's Song

21. Run, Mary, Run

22. Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child

23. Steal Away

24. Wade in the Water

I printed out “Many Thousand Gone”, and was thrilled to find that it appears to be the source of “We Shall Overcome”. Coleridge-Taylor has written a very powerful and moving piece on this theme, and I am determined to learn it. (“No more auction block for me! Many thousand gone.”)

The Times

None of the music I was practising sounded right last night after reading the news. So I went down the basement to pull out Viktor Ullmann’s 1944 Sonata #7. I think I will substitute it for something on upcoming programs.

The Price of Corruption - Defenestration?

emptywheel today.

Dale Williams, artist

One of our favorite artists, Dale Williams, is opening his studio Oct. 18-19. His work gets increasingly relevant as the political situation deteriorates. If you will be in NY that weekend, it is well worth a trip to Gowanus. Here is a note from Dale:

Dear friends and colleagues -

I will be participating in the Gowanus Open Studios this year - once again. The tour takes place on Saturday and Sunday, October 18 and 19 from noon to 6pm each day. My studio is at 75 19th street, Brooklyn, 2nd floor. (note: the number on the door is 65/75). The nearest subway is R train to Prospect Avenue.The map on Gowanus Arts website will offer details. Here is a link to a map of the tour, and a gallery of participating artists:

 https://gowanusarts.org/


And here is a link to my page in the artists directory:

https://gowanusarts.org/directory/dale-williams/

I hope to see you in a couple of weeks.

best -

Dale

"Against All Reason

Artist/mentor Michael David.

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Pardons & Tanks

emptywheel quotes an inspiring opinion from a Reagan-appointed judge.

"Buttcracks and Beerbellies"

ICE is in my neighborhood, and in yours. Marcy Wheeler in emptywheel has a good piece on how this may unravel, and how we might help.

More from Wellfleet Library Concert

From the finale of the Schubert Sonata in Bb, September 26, 2025 at the Wellfleet Public Library, Carl Banner, piano. Video courtesy of Marilyn Banner.

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Granddaughter as Seagull

Our granddaughter turning into a seagull.

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Wellfleet Public Library Concert, Sept. 26, 2025

I will post some more clips from Marilyn’s iphone. She recorded a remarkable amount of music.

Molto moderato from Schubert Sonata in Bb, D. 960.

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Andante sostenuto from Schubert Sonata in Bb, D. 960.

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Scherzo, from Schubert Sonata in Bb, D. 960.

Mac's Ptown

We always go to Mac's Ptown when we are at the Cape. Marilyn loves the bartenders, wait staff, and clientele. She orders miso soup and sushi, and I get a lobster.

Art Grown from Community Need

There is art that grows directly out of community need. Here is a fascinating and timely example from our neighbor across the street, recently fired from USAID. We did not even know that she drew, though we have known her for 16 years. This was posted on the neighborhood listserv:

Hi neighbors

I am a recently fired federal employee (formerly with USAID), and I am doing a storytelling project on Instagram. I am drawing pet portraits of federal employees who were let go under this administration. I post the drawings on Instagram accompanied by a caption describing the person's work (told from the point of view of the pet).  It is my way of sharing the diversity and impact of what is being lost due to the dismantling of the federal workforce.

Check it out: https://www.instagram.com/rocketbearproject/

If you would like to participate, feel free to send me a photo of your pet: RocketBearProject@gmail.com.  

Thanks,

RocketBear's human (Flower Ave)