Why not tap composers to specifically create these aural pacifiers, rather than compromise music not designed to be presented in such a context? What about a sonic environment designed to gently transition the ears from the constant din of whirring airplane engines to the comparative peace and quiet of the terminal?
Welcome, Colin Holter, a first-year grad student at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign who will be blogging on grad school issues. You can read him here each Wednesday.
While the notion of a premiere occuring on a specific date and geographical venue in history is comforting to musicologists and folks who compile best of the year or best of the nation lists, it presents a somewhat incomplete picture of how creative works evolve and manifest themselves.
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Should we really be calling ourselves composers when we’re really just part-timers?
Imagine being an actor and being given a copy of a script that only contained your lines; that’s exactly what composers do to musicians when they give them parts that only contain the notes for that particular individual to play.
Escorting you through the velvet rope into the World Wide Web.
Music gets remade when people dance to it, and music is not what ballet is ultimately about.
An active performer, teacher, and composer of art songs responds to Corey Dargel’s article, “More Song, Less Art(ifice): The New Breed of Art Song.”
A starter’s guide to hacking and shredding the web, violin smashing technique 101, and how to resurrect the dead… But wait, there’s more: futuristic blogging birds. Read within the next five minutes and we’ll throw in K-Tel’s dodecaphonic classics.