Vincent Van Gogh has, by now, achieved world wide celeb status, even though he expired via a self inflicted gun shot wound in 1890. (I often use Van Gogh metaphorically on how long it takes one to be dead before the artistic and cultural contributions are fully acknowledged by society.) I have had the privilege of knowing so many individuals who have and continue to contribute, but remain largely anonymous to the larger consciousness… even in their own back yards. Perhaps it takes peers to expire before the real stuff is recognized by following generations. Perhaps it takes an inspired media icon to lead the herd. Perhaps it takes a catastrophe of sorts to lead to the revelation of individual value. Whatever it has taken historically to bring a person’s contributions into view, ignorance of the person’s contributions, particularly whilst the person is living, takes it toll.
There are many an example of this. Conan O’Brien, featured speaker at this month’s Dartmouth College graduation ceremonies had this to say (about honorary Doctorate recipient George H.W. Bush) to the graduating and assembled masses:
“Before I begin, I must point out that behind me sits a highly admired President of the United States and decorated war hero while I, a cable television talk show host, has been chosen to stand here and impart wisdom. I pray I never witness a more damning example of what is wrong with America today.”
What it takes to be recognized (by others, not an awards gala) is increasingly difficult, to say the least. In my own back yard, there are many folks who diligently go about their daily lives, contributing—over, and over and over again. No fanfare, not much of anything. Just contributing. Here are just a few:
Aldo Mazza
Aldo has been a close friend of mine for over 25 years. He walked into a music store start up I founded with a former high school upper class man Bill Shafer, called Advance Music, in Burlington Vermont. I knew at once we’d be great friends, and took Aldo out to dinner. Aldo is a percussionist, drummer, and all around musician. He has performed with the great and near great (lots of names you’d recognize like Celine Dion, Chris DeBurgh and many others) as well as being a prime mover in a well-known Canadian ensemble, Repécussion. Radio, television, recordings, Aldo has done them all—for years. Seventeen years ago, Aldo was sitting at our kitchen table, and exclaimed he wanted to develop an educational platform… one where he would assemble a constantly changing group of his peers to teach, live and share with participants. At that moment, Aldo, along with Jolan Kovacs-Mazza (life partner via marriage and Doctorate from McGill) and me laid the foundations for the KoSA International Percussion Workshop, Drum Camp and Festival. As of this summer, the event will be in its 16th year. In addition, the KoSA “method” has been expanded, with Aldo bringing this particularly humanist approach to learning to Europe, Australia, Cuba and China, as well as ongoing events in North America.
The man deserves a medal. Or at the very least, a whopping grant from one of the many beneficent organizations who claim to be sponsoring relevance in society. Further more, in Montréal, where Aldo and Jolan live, he is mostly overlooked.
Many other musical experience camps and events have sprouted since 1995, and many have borrowed liberally from Aldo’s concepts. At the end of the day, Aldo, like so many in his position, shrugs it off. He knows what he is trying to do, and he remains dedicated to the pursuit of ongoing development.
Daniel Harvey
Dan Harvey is from West Rutland, Vermont. You need to be specific, because he’ll correct you if you say “Rutland”. Dan Harvey is a University of Vermont (UVM) grad who now serves UVM as Chief of Staff for the Vice President of Research. He does this job very well. What most people here in Vermont (and within the regional broadcast community) do not remember, is that Dan was also a critical employee for Vermont’s only Public Television network, VPT (originally Vermont ETV for “Educational Television). For twenty years, Dan worked through the ranks of production to become the organization’s General Manager and Vice President of Production. During this time period, VPT developed an extremely deep collection of documentaries and short form magazine programming that celebrated, highlighted and informed the region about its history, its potential and its engaging, talented and eclectic residents. Before UVM sports were on the radar, Dan figured out a way to be the broadcaster of record for men’s and women’s sports, including playoff games. Not only did this mean finding the funding for the broadcast staff, air time and so on and so forth, but also a control truck. No mean feat. The content that Dan was ultimately responsible for is still brought out ever year during fund-raising for VPT (a PBS affiliate) because those many programs are so cherished by viewers, they bring in the largest membership numbers. (An important disclosure here: I am a huge fan of Daniel Harvey, in no small part because of his belief in my own abilities as a composer has led to over a dozen Emmy nominations and five Emmy Awards.)
I don’t believe Dan has ever been formally recognized for his broad contribution to the fabric of what media is in Northern New England. Sure, there are many outlets now, print and web, but what Dan achieved still stands as pretty remarkable, given the skeletal budgets and political/organizational realities he had to deal with. I salute him, and wish others in the greater broadcast and creative community would do the same.
James Robertson
Jamie is, in my candid opinion, one of a very short list of truly inspired geniuses. He is one of my closest friends, and like Aldo Mazza, walked into my music store one day and we’ve been solving world problems ever since. Jamie has been a significant technical contributor to epoch changing technologies, such as the legendary Synclavier (the most intense and expensive electronic music studio system ever built), the LinnDrum 9000, the Izotope ANR-B, products from Frontier Design Group and many, many more to numerous to mention. He is listed on patents. He is also an exceptional musician and composer in his own right, though he is pathologically humble about this part of his contribution. Jamie is one of the most decent people I know, particularly in the rarefied worlds of electronics engineering he lives in. He is concerned for fairness, for politeness, for clarity and makes it a daily practice. He has to be really, really nudged into acknowledging the vast contributions toward the recording arts, theme park design, museum experiences and more. He also deserves a medal. But it would have to be made from a printed circuit board with platinum traces, I think. He also shrugs it off, and moves through the world largely anonymously, enjoying adventures with legal life partner, Standolyn.
Henry Huston, Jr.
Henry, though he always says I am crazy, made it possible for us to pay for our first child. Henry purchased Advance Music (an owner and a half ago) and installed health insurance, just in time. It may not seem like much, but as this child is now healthy and 21 years of age, I think jurors would admit it mattered. Henry’s trajectory has been as pixelated and colorful as a pointillist masterwork. In all his time, though (also a patented inventor, a father, step father, and much more) Henry’s ongoing contributions toward the societal side of technical development, as well as his considerable communication skills, fly unseen above the clouds. Henry, historically has found himself ahead of the curve of cognizance again and again. In online retailing. In online banking. In product development. He is a thinker, a deeply philosophical individual who can exhibit spontaneous combustion into gales of honest laughter when hit with a delectable piece of irony. Henry is a survivor of catastrophes, and diligent practitioner of the values of meditation. He is generous, but honest and deserves a trophy. Something sized like first place in a tractor pull, or a NASCAR race.
Peter Jones
Peter Jones is a commercial lender for a large, northeast U.S. regional bank. (The fact that I have what I consider a close friendship with a professional banker amazes me daily.) Peter is an avid outdoorsman, a devoted father and husband. He has also donated his time to be the chair of our local school board, at a time when his own abilities toward a calm, reasoned approach have been critical. He is a member of Rotary, and a regular feature at many a community event. Peter’s success in his field can largely be attributed to his candid honesty in appraising a given situation, but I believe has more to do with his capacity to listen and his own curiosity about, not only his potential customers, but life in general. He continues to contribute directly toward a notable portion of Vermont’s economy, but also keeps a low profile. His experience is considerable, and his scope is far wider than he would admit. His understanding and empathy defies the clock-wise, spiraling stereotype of a raging capitalist and lands squarely in the practical center of “getting things done.” He is willing to embrace the ideas of others, and when they make sense, is their staunchest supporter. If there is an alternative to the “Green Jacket” for the Masters, Peter Jones should have one on his coat rack.
Caro Thompson, Sandy Paritz, Kip Ross, Paul Dietz, Rusty DeWees, Andrea Robertson, Lane Gibson, Michael Couture, David Geer, Andre Maquera, Harl Hoffman, Suzanne Roberts, Rick and Beth White, Dr. John Julian, Brad Limoge… these are but short handful of dozens of individuals I could list—not including my extended family of very capable, broadly contributing relatives. (I am dead certain, that every reader of this could make their own substantial list.) At every turn, I try to do my personal best to recognize them, and remind them of their importance—not just to my life—but to the world in general.
In a previous blog, I mention “a life well lived.” The most egregious oversight we make as a society is not to recognize and celebrate the contributions of those who make them, every day.
When I was young, I craved being recognized by those whom I respected, and craved the mentoring they might provide. As my own path progressed, eventually, I have been allowed into certain peer groups, and into many groups far loftier than I would have imaged as a teenager. I owe a lot of individuals for my life and livelihood. And because of this, I vowed very early to always recognize contributions as I simply don’t think enough do.
We, as individuals, always have the opportunity to express admiration and support for another person’s efforts, and there is simply no reason to wait until the eulogy to do so.