The back story on performing the music of David Rakowski with your nose on the internet.
Whether Motown or Mozart, the pieces we love are changing all the time as our context for them changes—it’s actually never the same old song.
I’m delighted and admittedly a tad envious of Harry Potter’s seemingly vast impact on people; what could we do to effect a similar response for something in the new music scene?
What makes one work better than another is often a matter of programming and the performer’s style and approach to learning a new piece, but it can also be an issue of playability.
It would seem that dramatizations of composers are stuck either with the low maudlinism of Hollywood biopics or the high metaphysics of Thomas Mann’s novel Doctor Faustus and Adrian Leverkühn, its fictionalized Schoenberg. But wait—author Joan Peyser demurs.
We do the math, so you don’t have to.
Classical music junkies seem to be in cahoots with the audiophiles to create some kind of angry lynch mob and burn their latest heretic, the iPod. Cut us some slack here.
Once new music is taken out of the ivory tower, away from audiences who (ostensibly) have the prowess to put it in a meaningful context, one has to contend with the tastes of normal people.
Despite clever marketing schemes, ultimately the price we’re willing to pay for something has little to do with whether it’s cheap or even fair.
I’m so confused, boss.