Friday, February 22, 2013

The AcoUstiKats


The AcoUstiKats
            If you ask any girl who went through Rush week at the beginning of August, I’m sure most of them would remember it vividly, the first night especially. After visiting all thirteen sorority houses, girls (especially myself) were tired, and a little disoriented. For me, UK was still a huge, new world, and the hot sun had exhausted me. Before we were allowed to return to our dorms and crash for the night, we were led through what seemed like a giant maze of buildings, to the large clock tower that is basically the trademark of the University of Kentucky: Memorial Hall. We approached the back of this picturesque building, where the ground concaved into a crater, and stones outlined the seats. This was an outdoor theater. Hundreds and hundreds of girls sat down in the grass, and a group of ten to fifteen men stood up against the brick wall of the building, on a small platform. All at once, they started singing, but there was no music playing from a speaker. There were only the sounds of these men, singing in unison to produce a sound that made my jaw drop.
            The AcoUstiKats are an a cappella ensemble, formed by some of the men on UK’s campus. These men create music, using only their vocal chords, as they sing a vast array of modern and classic songs. The members of the AcoUstiKats range from music majors, to fraternity men, who practice twice a week in the Fine Arts Building, and occasionally perform in front of the UK student body.
            I had never been in the Fine Arts Building on the University of Kentucky’s campus; I did not even know where it was. I am a nursing student, so generally my classes are on the opposite side of campus, or in Whitehall, where it seems like every student enrolled at the University of Kentucky has at least one class a semester. Walking into the Fine Arts building, I was pretty nervous, for I had no idea where I was going, or even what I was looking for. I was instructed over email to go to ‘Room 6’, which I assumed to be in the basement. I headed down a flight of stairs and waited. Sitting on the floor, waiting outside Room 6, I  
watched as students walked up and down the hallways. There was a little lobby, where a few students gathered and were laughing. Sounds of the piano, singing, and laughter floated out from behind closed doors. The atmosphere was light. I saw a student approach Room 6, and I asked him if he was in the “AcoUstiKats”. He was dressed for the weather, a heavy black coat and scarf. He had a warm smile on his face as he replied, “Yes, are you Katie?” He shook my hand, and I realized he was expecting me as an observer. His smile calmed my nerves slightly. I followed him into the room, which turned out to be a small classroom, and he yelled out “Guys! This is Katie, and she will be observing our practice today.” There were about six to ten other guys scattered about the room, conversing amongst themselves. A bunch of them yelled out “Hey Katie,” and some of them asked me what class I was observing for. I went to the back of the room and sat in the very last desk. Looking around the room, it reminded me of the classrooms in my high school. Unlike the large lecture halls I became accustomed to in college, this room was small, with big windows in the back, and two large white boards in the front. On one white board, there was black tape, organized into musical staff lines, and a couple drawn-in music notes. On the other white board, two set lists were written in red marker. There were four songs in each set, a mixture of music I recognized as relatively recent, and some songs I did not recognize at all. One song stuck out to me: a mash up of  “Call Me Maybe” and “Payphone.” It hit me then that this was the song the AcoUstiKats sang when they came to my sorority house the day before, to serenade us, a traditional act done by fraternities during the weeks after Rush. I recognized one of the men by the piano as the president of Sigma Alpha Epsilon (SAE).
            There were random bits of singing, the classic warm ups I remember hearing from choir in my middle school years. Some guys had extremely low voices, and some relatively high. Some were pacing, some were sitting on the desks. Eventually, everyone sort of gravitated to the piano, which was situated in the far right corner of the room. It was a pretty basic piano, wooden, and painted black. I noticed that one man sat on the piano bench and started giving instructions. He was leading the group through warm ups, and I associated him as the leader of the AcoUstiKats. He didn’t look very much older than the rest of the group; he might have been a senior or graduate student. He was moving his hands a lot, making motions that the rest of the group responded too, either changing their pitch, or the sound they were making. I associated the guy behind the piano as the director. The atmosphere was still casual: there was no standing in a formation, which you may think of when you hear “choir”. Some stood close to the piano, behind it or right in front of it. Some still sat on desks, and when it was not their turn to sing, they were talking to their neighbor.
            Finally, when the group finished their warm ups, they each grabbed a binder, which I assumed was full of sheet music, and started to sing a song. I don’t know the name of it, but I realized the piano had stopped completely. The song was somber, and the different vocal ranges of each guy created a mix of music that could stand alone, and background music was not needed. One of the major things that made the vocals of the AcoUstiKats stand out so much was their musical dynamics. The loud and soft parts really made the song emotional. At one point, the director stopped the group, and told them to “whisper sing this part”. The group did as they were told and then at a new verse, they sang in much louder voices. This definitely floored me, and the song was made much more interesting to listen to. Most of the men were looking down into their binder as they sang, reading the music, but some seemed to have their parts memorized. The president of SAE was texting as he sang.

            As the AcoUstiKats went through their set lists that were written on the white board, I noticed that they did not sing all of the songs straight through. Actually, they mostly practiced singing the background music—not actual lyrics. I quickly learned from observing this a cappella ensemble, that background music is just as, if not more, important as singing the words, because singers can not rely on sound from a speaker to guide them through a song. From the instructions I heard the director give throughout practice, there seemed to be tenors and baritones. The whole group seemed to be divided up into different parts, and each group sang a different sound, at a different pitch. When you put this all together you get music. Then one or two men got the privilege of singing the words.
            Another thing I noticed was how into the music these men got. Instead of just standing ridged and singing, they were lively. There was foot stomping, hand clapping. It was impossible to get bored while watching them perform, because everyone looked so happy—they let the music envelope them. This is the main thing that dominated my experience watching the AcoUstiKats. From start to finish, the practice was filled with a light and casual atmosphere, that even though there was immense talent in the room, it was clear that every member was there to have fun. At the end of the hour, the practice concluded and as everyone was gathering their stuff, three different guys came up to me and thanked me for observing. The AcoUstiKats performed in a concert last week.

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