Do you really look like that?
Are you the font guy?
It turns out I'm not the self-promoting type (I seem to have been born without that gene), I've never hired a manager or publicist, and I occupy a portion of the Brandeis web presence anyway. I get a free web page (10 megabytes!) with my Earthlink subscription, and verily I say unto you, I'm not passing up any free stuff, at least not today, this month, or even this year. If you think this web page is kind of poopy, well, tough. You can always turn the page. In general, self-promoting composer sites make me anywhere from slightly to violently ill, and this one isn't much different (I'm suppressing a gag reflex as I type this). Like all composers, I am, after all, at least secretly self-obsessed. I am endeavouring not to use that breathless press-release style prose -- especially the stuff written in third person -- that so many composers use on their sites, as we prefer first person plural. Meanwhile, if you prefer your self-promotion to be more official-lookin', click on the "Brandeis page" link -- it's about as generic as it gets. It should be fairly self-evident that I haven't paid a professional to put this page together. And incidentally, I used to have hair.

There are five pages of "Reviews". Both good ones and bad ones are included, because they are equally true. "News" is a sort of occasional diary, and it's really, really boring. Yet there are people who tell me they love reading it, and they hound me when it's late. The number of regular readers is well into the low two figures.

My friend Gregg says that the Worldwide Web has become little more than a huge, bad J.C. Penney catalog (which may be redundant). This web page doesn't try to fix or disprove that. But they say that the first step is to acknowledge the problem. Thanks, Gregg.

The picture on the left is me (partly obscured by scarf), Beff, and Christine Schadeberg, in a cafe near Carnegie Hall after Christine had performed Beff's "Not Dressed For This". It was taken in 1994 when I was still on the faculty of Columbia; I still have the shirt. The picture in the middle was taken on June 8, 2003 in our dining room soon after I had figured out the timer function on a Nikon Coolpix 4500. Feel free to compare my forearms to Popeye's. The picture on the right was taken by Ines Huergo at JB's Seafood Shack in New Smyrna Beach, Florida, on June 3, 2005. I was soon to stuff myself with the best grilled tuna I had had all day. If you stare at my lips in any of the pictures for a really, really long time, eventually you will have to go to the bathroom.
Davy's lexicon
Brandeis page
I write music. Concert music. Texas tea. The music is difficult to describe, and difficult to play (it's not just hard, it's damn hard, or in Maine, wickid had), not tonal in the familiar diatonic sense ("tonal" as it's usually used is imprecise, and in many senses, and to my ears, my music *is* tonal -- people have also called it atonal, with more tonal centers than you used to have, sounds like it's in a minor key, pretty, opaque, accessible and unremarkable) -- sort of a supercharged chromatic tonality if you will (my eyes rolled instinctively when I typed that) -- and pretty traditionally structured -- and it has lots and lotsa notes. Some people call the music Modernist. Julius, age 8, remarked "the notes don't fit together but make sense". Others have called my music Romantic, total rockout, borderline Neoclassical, zany, too melodic, not melodic enough, jazzy, postmodern, eclectic, and highly unified. Go figure. I live in Massachusetts and Maine with my wife Beth, and we own two red canoes. Both of us grew up in Vermont near Lake Champlain, me in a dairy farming region (where we don't talk about our feelings, we don't talk about how much we make, and the word "cow" has between five and six syllables) and Beth in the ultra-cosmopolitan Burlington. I teach composition and music theory at Brandeis University, and Beth teaches composition, theory and clarinet at the University of Maine in Orono. Thanks to our long-distance marriage, we have two of many things, including cats, houses, mortgages, cars, vacuum cleaners, back yards, refrigerators, garages, lawnmowers, iPods (actually, we have six), back doors, mud rooms, attics, futon couches, driveways, kitchen sinks, basements, washers, dryers, belly buttons, and fingernail clippers. And of course, also two canoes (both of them red), thanks to a recent co-inheritance in Vermont. And six computers. And eight printers. Including a color laser printer (bitchin).

My students, both graduates and undergraduates, get to call me Davy, as do my colleagues. I do not know what any of them call me behind my back (this expression would not make sense if I were a mobius strip). Other very good (but strange) friends, and relatives, call me Uncle Davy (note: "Davy" is a four-letter word).

If you have read this far, it may be time to get a life.
The story so far
My best meal ever
A little bit of Davy on the web
Symphony of Fonts
Fear and Loathing in A minor
David Rakowski
(a program that is fantastically easy to use, and that crashes over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over)
Call me Martler
Dear Mummy
Scool papers
Beff - UMaine
Other David Rakowskis on the web that aren't me
Part of my collection of friends and acquaintances whose first and last names both have five letters
Hayes Biggs
Susan Orzel
Candy Chang
James Ricci
Dewek Huwst
Emily Brown
Daron Hagen
Shira Dentz
Kathy Dupuy
David Adjmi
Hiram Moody
Aytsh Dzhay
Jason Uechi
Galen Brown
Yotam Haber
Yu-Hui Chang
James Siena
Steve Burke
Jared Field
James Scott
Linda Toote
Donel Young
Mikel Kuehn
David Horne
Chris Dietz
Jason Cloen
Janey Pater
Jason Royal
Bayla Keyes
Aleck Karis
Emily Smidt
Alexa Glane
Peter Bayne
Gilad Harel
Composer web pages (Variety-Pak) (* studied with me)
Charles Coleman
Daron Hagen
Gusty Thomas
Hayes Biggs
Lou Bunk
Ken Ueno
Jay Eckardt
Hillary Zipper*
Tobias Picker
Ross Bauer
Anthony Cornicello*
Kyle Gann
William Susman
P. Kellach Waddle
Yotam Haber
Stacy Garrop
Our House
Anagrams on "David Rakowski"
Work avid as kid.
Work a Davis kid.
Dr. Kiwi's a vodka.
I vow a dark disk.
Kirk voids a wad.
Dr. Wok (via a disk)
Kid saw Kirov ad.
Kirk avoids wad.
Kid, I was Dvorak!
Sid Krakow, diva.
Dr. Wok said "Kiva."
I work. Ask David.
Peter Child
Frank Oteri
Elena Ruehr
Craig Walsh
David Froom
Eliza Garth
Keith Fitch
Gilda Lyons
Lynda Schor
Becky Davie
Afton Cyrus
Susan Botti
Linda Matos
Peter O'Shea
Susan Horan
Elena Sisto
Brian Hulse
Obama Biden
Sarah Helen Brady
Pablo Ortiz
David Shohl
Nikki Smith
Wanda Field
Emily Stone
Ethel Farny
Debby Norin-Kuehn
David Hoose
Steve Ricks
Katie Davis
Cathy Remus
Bruce Taubb
Rossy Bauer
Martn Butlr
Muffy Zmurp
photo by Bradley Wester
Jeremy Sagala*
Elodie Lauten
Dan Coleman
Gilda Lyons
Daniel Dorff
David Froom
Brigitte, Graefin von Bulow
Eric Moe
Interview 1 in CBDNA Report (PDF, scroll to p. 21)
Interview 2 in CBDNA Report (PDF, scroll to p. 6)
Hyperblue liner notes
My collection of people who want to be on that list
Robert ("Bobby") Ceely
David "Szmuk" Smooke
Dalit Warshaw*
Eddie Jacobs*
Alvin Singleton
Tania Leon
Is Band Really Better?
Renee Coulombe*
Rick Carrick*
Michael Torke
Jefferson Friedman*
Danny Felsenfeld
Lee J. Hyla
Dan Sonenberg
David Smooke*
Ezra Sims
Jim Ricci
The Title Pool
Carson Cooman
Philipp Blume
E-mail me
Additional friends and acquaintances whose names average five letters
Samni Chols
Jayec Kardt
Joshg Ordon
Kenhe Sketh
Johnm Allia
Valer Ieguy
Danst Epner
Danco Leman
Elian Elust
Donco Lburn