I went to something called a “Board Retreat” last week, during the course of which each person seated at the table was asked to recall a defining musical moment of his or her life.
I offered three short vignettes, which I thought showed admirable restraint on my part:
1. The late ’90’s,Â a performance of the Franck Symphony in D minor by the National Symphony Orchestra, conducted by Leonard Slatkin.
My mother took me to this concert, for which I have to giveÂ herÂ all kinds of credit â€“ she had little-to-noÂ classical music background, but she willingly stoked the flames of my enthusiasmÂ by purchasing us a yearlyÂ subscription to the Kennedy Center.
I had never heard (and probably never heard of) the Franck symphony before, and that’s the reason this performanceÂ made such an impression:Â it was the first time I listened to a new work all the way through and could track the themes like characters in a novel or play.
Franck’sÂ ‘cyclical form’, in which themes reappear in all the movements of a symphony, became a major interest of mine, and it gave me a new view of the dramatic possibilities of instrumental music.
2. June 2004, my first day at the Pierre Monteux School, Hancock, ME.
On the first day of school each summer,Â the new studentsÂ areÂ asked to lead the orchestra through a standard repertoire work with which theyÂ are already familiar. I chose the last movement of Brahms’ 2nd symphony.
My instructions were to introduce myself, call the piece, and to say nothing more before giving the downbeat.
“My name is William White, and I will be conducting the last movement of Brahms’ 2nd. In two.”
“What did I tell you!?” came the reply from the maestro at the back of the orchestra.
*Terrified headlit-deer stare in return*
“I told you not to say anything.”
In 2. That’s what got me in trouble.
This might not sound like much, and itÂ perhapsÂ the rebuke wasn’t asÂ gut-wrenchinglyÂ terrifying as I recall it having been. But when you’re 19, every experience has an added weight, because it’s your first, and I proceeded in abject terror.
Somehow I managed toÂ get from the beginning to the end of the movement. This movement represents a few things to me: a) moments of adversity are when we have to rise to our best, b) it’s important to get knocked down a peg every once in a while, and c) weÂ learn the most from our failures.
3. June 2015, Carnegie Hall.Â
I took my CSYO kids to Carnegie Hall and played a Schnittke / Prokofiev / White program.Â The kids were like family, no one inÂ theÂ administrationÂ gave me crap about programmingÂ Schnittke, and I got to introduce my music at Carnegie Hall. Come on.