What can we, the new music community, do to stop the general Wal-Mart-ing and Clear Channel-ing of American culture?
Yesterday at a press conference for Dr. Atomic, its outspoken and sometimes provocative director and librettist Peter Sellars suggested that perhaps there are some places that art should not go.
William Bolcom is a Pulitzer Prize-winning composer AND was popular in high school. Something doesn’t seem fair about that. MORE…
- What if everyone’s favorite child sorcerer was studying composition? Check out this amazing Harry Potter recast from Scott Spiegelberg, assistant professor of music at DePaw University. It’s the ninth installment in John Lanius’s Carnival of Music.
- Musicformaniacs.blogspot.com, curated by Mr Fab since October 2004, is a virtual Wal-Mart of ” ‘outsider’ recordings and utterly unique sounds.” A great lunchtime playground for audiophile adults, recent highlights include a feature on Toydeath, a band that creates music out of an “arsenal of toys to make any kindergarten green with envy”, and the gangsta rap of Philip Glass.
- Talk about service journalism…Ionarts blogger Charles T. Downey gives us the down and dirty recap of the Santa Fe premiere of Osvaldo Golijov’s one-act opera Ainadamar.
- Note to those seeking the youth market: it’s not a short attention span you must deal with, it’s a demand for complexity. Bring on the Ferneyhough.
- Mediabistro.com gives Alex Ross a pop quiz. Come back from vacation, Alex. We miss you!!!
Is the Tate Gallery rejection of a collection of paintings by the Stuckists an example of careful critical evaluation or yet another example of how the arbiters of taste limit audience awareness of artistic possibilities?
With the Beethoven Experience download project, the BBC took a big step forward towards delivering the music to the audience on their terms rather than waiting for them to hurdle our velvet rope.
Does music have meaning and if it does, how far can public intelligibility go?
Thou can rip off Romeo and Juliet, but thou shalt not mess with West Side Story until it enters the public domain many, many years from now.
I’m all for setting up a dialogue between new and old work, which can deepen the experience of both, but is this the only compelling way to present new orchestral work?
In between my fourth and fifth visits to Footlight Records to pick up, at the lowest cost imaginable, more music that I might potentially dislike, I took a websurfing break to Sequenza21, where, in today’s Composers Forum, Galen H. Brown suggests that young audiences “shopping for a subculture” are not “vulnerable” to an “‘eat your veggies’ approach” to new music which has been the way all of classical music has been marketed in this country from day one.
I too have long believed all that “Mozart makes you smarter” stuff is a turnoff, even though I started eating broccoli with a vengeance upon learning that George H.W. Bush hated it, so go figure…
Among yesterday’s Footlight acquisitions is a record that I could barely get through half of. (Another plus in the vinyl over CD battle is that if you don’t like something, it will end sooner without you having to do anything.) The LP in question is Rosemary Clooney’s Mixed Emotions. I’ve long known that Clooney is an icon among fans of the great standards singers, so for a mere 54 cents (tax included) I figured it was worth the risk. Despite my years as a PR hack, I was also sold by the liner notes (another thing CDs can’t do):
If you happen to be one of the few who have never been exposed to her vocal charms, this is the perfect starter-package. Of course, if you are a Rosemary Clooney fan, we do not have to tell you that this album is a must.
From the first horribly unreal stereo-reprocessed mono distortion (not her fault I know, but still) as soon as I dropped the needle, to the opening words of the very first song, “Bless This House” with its saccharine religiosity, I found myself nearly gagging. But why?
Tons of electronic music I love going back to Stockhausen takes acoustic recordings and distorts them all sorts of ways to great aesthetic effect. And scads of music I cherish, from the Bach cantatas to gospel records by James Cleveland or the Davis Sisters, attempt to incite religious feelings I know I will never have, yet I can still love the music. So, why am I so turned off by this? Why am I allowing myself to let these things get in the way of listening to the mellifluous sound of her voice, which is above all else what her fans are paying attention to? Could it just be a little too close to things I heard growing up that made me turn to classical music and the avant garde in the first place? If that’s the case, might I be listening to my feelings and not to the music? Might that be what happens when most people listen to music they “don’t like”?
I’m heading back over there to buy more records within the hour. Undoubtedly, I’ll pick up even more Rosemary Clooney and hopefully figure it out.