Thursday, February 16, 2017

The Tragic Tale of George Butterworth

My community orchestra has a fun concert coming up. Our concerts are always fun, of course, but I especially love the theme for this one: British composers. We've enjoyed rehearsing a wide range of tunes, from Ralph Vaughan Williams' English Folk Song Suite to Elgar's first Pomp and Circumstance march and Gilbert and Sullivan's overture to H.M.S. Pinafore. We even got someone to play bagpipes.

We're moving up in the world.
Image credit: Zazzle

My favorite piece for this concert, though, is George Butterworth's Banks of Green Willow. I love that song for a few reasons. It's fun to play. It carries the beautiful combination of hope and melancholy characteristic of so many folk songs of the British Isles. And then there's the story of the composer, George Butterworth himself, that gives the music extra meaning. Have a listen while I share that story with you*:


George Butterworth was meant to be a musician from the very beginning. He started composing as a child and played the chapel organ for services at his prep school. In college, he served as President of the Oxford University Music Club and formed a close friendship with fellow composer Ralph Vaughan Williams, who traveled the English countryside with him to collect the folk songs that so heavily influenced both of their work.

In fact, we might not have Vaughan Williams' London Symphony as we know it today if not for George Butterworth. Vaughan Williams recalled:

We were talking together one day when he [Butterworth] said in his gruff, abrupt manner: ‘You know, you ought to write a symphony.’ I answered . . . that I’d never written a symphony and never intended to. . . . I suppose Butterworth’s words stung me and, anyhow, I looked out some sketches I had made for . . . a symphonic poem about London and decided to throw it into symphonic form. . . . From that moment, the idea of a symphony dominated my mind. I showed the sketches to George bit by bit as they were finished, and it was then that I realised that he possessed in common with very few composers a wonderful power of criticism of other men’s work and insight into their ideas and motives. I can never feel too grateful to him for all he did for me over this work and his help did not stop short at criticism.

Ralph Vaughan Williams, 1913
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The Banks of Green Willow premiered the same year as Vaughan Williams' London Symphony, on February 27, 1914. Butterworth's piece was performed again three weeks later in London.

That concert was most likely the last time Butterworth ever heard his own music.

The promising young composer joined the British Army at the outbreak of World War I later that summer. He proved himself as well on the battlefield as he had on the concert stage, and a series of promotions (plus rotten luck, in my opinion) eventually led him to the Battle of the Somme.

If you're unfamiliar with what went on during World War I, let me take five seconds to fill you in on the Battle of the Somme: It was not a good place to be. The battle lasted four-and-a-half months and 1,054,000 people were killed or wounded--minimum. But not only is the Somme famous for having been one of the bloodiest battles in all of human history, it was also the first time anyone used tanks in war. I can only imagine the terror those gigantic machines inspired in the hearts of men who had never seen anything like them before.

German officer Friedrich Steinbrecher put it best when he said, "Somme. The whole history of the world cannot contain a more ghastly word."

Machine gunners at the Battle of the Somme
Image credit: BBC News

George Butterworth--the talented mind behind The Banks of Green Willow--fought at the Somme.

I want that to sink in.

Do you know why I hate war so much? Why I can't fathom the ugliness the human race is capable of? I can sum it up in just two words: George Butterworth.

Early in the morning of August 5, 1916, Temporary Lieutenant George Butterworth, 31 years old, took a sniper's bullet to the head. Far from home, far from the idyllic music he composed, he met a sudden, bloody end.

Butterworth's men hastily buried him in the side of the trench where they fought. His body was never recovered, and his beautiful Banks of Green Willow has come to be seen by many as an anthem for all Unknown Soldiers.

George Butterworth, 1914
Image credit: Wikipedia

Why do I mourn for a soldier I never knew? Why does my heart break for a man who died a hundred years ago?

George Butterworth had talent. He had potential. He helped his friends. By all accounts, he was an honorable, hard working man. And he left some truly breathtaking music behind him.

He could have been as great as Ralph Vaughan Williams. Maybe even greater.

He just didn't have enough time--but he didn't waste it, either.

None of us know when our number will be called to leave this world. I could live to be a hundred. I could die tomorrow.

All I know is that whatever time I have, it's up to me to decide how to use it. And I don't want that dash on my gravestone to represent a high score or a browser history. I want it to represent my family. My friends. My concerts and service and jokes and love.

My writing.

I wish George Butterworth had been given more time . . . but I'm glad he used the time he had the way he did.

I only hope the same could be said of me.



*All research was done on Wikipedia here, here, here, and here.

**If you're in the Salt Lake City area and want to hear The Banks of Green Willow live, come see the Taylorsville Symphony at Bennion Jr. High School, 7:30 PM on March 10. It's free!

***Edit: The Banks of Green Willow has been pushed to our May concert, but come see us in March anyway!

Friday, February 10, 2017

One Surefire Way to Save Money at Every Restaurant

My wife and I are big Dave Ramsey fans. His practical advice helped us not only to survive, but to prosper through some difficult financial times, including an entire year of zero income. Things are more stable for us now, but we still try to do what he says because he hasn't failed us yet.

But you can only go so far with articles on his website like "15 Ways to Save $100 to $1,000 With Minimal Effort." We already drink tap water, pack our own lunches, and buy generic. Neither of us has even had a sip of coffee--like, ever. (And do people actually pick up Starbucks every single morning, anyway? Seems kind of expensive.)

You'd think they'd at least get to know you well enough to spell your name right.
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Basically, we're running short on ideas to save extra money, and the local plasma bank won't take anything from me.

We have been cutting down on eating out, though, and that's going okay so far. I don't mean to make it sound like that's easy for us. It's not. Shoot, after I quit my job at Red Lobster, I needed a twelve-step program to get over my Cheddar Bay Biscuit addiction. We love restaurant food; we're just willing to do what it takes to eventually live someplace where the neighbors can't hear us use the bathroom.

I'm thinking twenty acres. Because Mexican food.
Image credit: Alabama Estate

I've actually come to enjoy cooking at home better than eating out. Before I got married, I could have burned a peanut butter sandwich. My then-fiancée made fun of me one time for having to read the directions on a pack of ramen noodles. I even let a mission companion microwave an egg in its shell once (but only once; the first explosion was loud enough).

Marriage has turned me into a pretty decent cook, though. Somehow I've ended up doing most of the cooking in our house, and I've picked up a thing or two. I get as excited over a new recipe now as I do over a new Lego set. And if we have guests over, I try to turn it into dinner as often as I reasonably can, just so I can cook for people. (Special thanks to my writing group for letting me try a new cupcake recipe on them last week. You guys are great!)

Image credit: More Than Sayings

Discovering our own kitchen has given my family and me a lot of freedom. Just last week, my wife and I were talking in the car about all the restaurants we no longer have to go to for the foods we like to eat. Burgers? Easy. Tacos? Fáciles. Chicken Alfredo? We'll still go to Olive Garden for the breadsticks.

"But you know what's still better at a restaurant?" my wife said. "Pancakes. And restaurant syrup is better than anything I've seen at the store."

"It's true," I answered. "And I could still go out for a country fried steak. I haven't learned how to make one of those yet."

Next thing we knew, we were in a booth at Village Inn. I like to think we hung our heads in shame, but we were probably just looking down at our menus. Like fools.

Have you ever stopped to think what a scam restaurants are? Especially the kids' menu. Holy cow. I get that restaurants have to pay their employees and take care of operating costs, but really--five bucks for a portion of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese ($0.99 for an entire box at Target, minus the milk and butter), banana slices in a tiny bowl more fit for dipping sauce (usually around $0.59 a pound at my local grocery store), and a little cup of apple juice ($2.88 for 48 ounces of name brand Juicy Juice at Walmart)?

I don't know what makes me more upset: the price, or the fact that I ordered this at a restaurant.
Image credit: CBS News

But you do pay for convenience. After a long week of watching your toddler not eat his dinner at home, a few dollars are hardly a sacrifice when you can watch your toddler not eat his dinner someplace else. And the to-go box is free!

But fret not, fellow penny pinchers. If a free to-go box isn't good enough for you, there remains one surefire way to save money at restaurants. It works every single time!

So, without further ado, here's my list of one reliable way to save money at every restaurant:


1. Don't Go to Restaurants


That's it.

That's seriously it.

I don't know what you were expecting.

Feeling ripped off? Welcome to my world, friends. Welcome. To. My. World.
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