Composition for sk8ter boi, new music Armageddon, and the iPod as cultural scapegoat. Plus Paola and Jeff get married.
Fun with Internet vanity searches, or, how to keep tabs on your place in the new music pecking order.
The outpouring of comments (thanks, by the way) in response to last week’s column prompts me to address another pop music-related tangent: the use of
vernacular materials in new concert music.
The point I would like to make is about the “star” composer and why he or she ain’t around no more.
The process of meditating is remarkably similar to the way that so-called serious music is “supposed” to be listened to or how books are read, even though meditation is ostensibly a personal inward activity while listening or reading are outward activities focused on someone else’s thoughts.
What makes young musicians resistant to playing new music?
In which we view life through the lens of new music and contemplate smell-o-vision, suspicion of terrorism, perfect pitch genes, Yahoo support groups for microtonalists, and more. Plus, send us exquisitely mean reviews.
I had a vested interest in the announcement of this year’s Guggenheim fellows since I was among the roughly 3,000 who applied.
I’d like to backtrack several weeks here and take a look at an issue that was raised but not completely resolved in an earlier post: What’s the nature of the relationship between my generation of composers and popular music?
On Saturday I made my biennial pilgrimage to the Whitney Biennial; why isn’t there a similar biennial in our music community that could involve an orchestra, chorus, several chamber ensembles, soloists, etc.