Archive for December, 2013

It’s the shortest day of the year, the beginning of winter and the end of our Intensive Arts session.  We flew in Steve Mackey, one atom at a time, on Wednesday, hosting him as a Skype guest for our Composition department.  He was a lovely guest, though the method of transportation left him necessarily two-dimensional.

To prepare, our students broke into four groups, each group studying a specific work: Beautiful Passing, Dreamhouse, Lonely Motel, and Physical Property.  Each group gave a report on their piece, discussion followed, then we grilled the composer for ninety minutes.  He answered all of our questions with sincerity, humor and insight.  The whole process was very rewarding.

Now a three-week break before we resume with a gentle January and a fierce February.  Time for me to go jingle some bells.

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Hearing complaints these days about the Classical scene being inundated with centennials and bicentennials.  Another common complaint is the central place Beethoven is given in the Classical canon.  In response to those two complaints I think it’s safe, in 2013, to point out that the opportunities for Beethoven bicentennials over the last 10 years have been largely ignored.  Consider all the pivotal works and warhorses that poured from his pen in the early 1800s:

-       1803: Kreutzer Sonata, Waldstein Sonata
-       1804: Fidelio
-       1805: Eroica Symphony
-       1806: Fourth Symphony, Appassionata Sonata, Fourth Piano Concerto, Razoumovsky Quartets, Violin Concerto
-       1807: Coriolan Overture
-       1808: Fifth Symphony, Pastoral Symphony
-       1809: Emperor Concerto, Les Adieux Sonata
-       1810: Egmont Overture
-       1811: Archduke Trio
-       1812: Symphony No. 7, Symphony No. 8

Considering the attention that was paid to the Sacre and Pierrot centennials, it seems a number of well-known Beethoven works were given short shrift – I certainly didn’t hear any fanfares about these bicentennials.  And now we have five relatively fallow years before the next wave, when we reach the 200th anniversaries of Beethoven’s late works.

Not that I’m complaining: I’ve had enough of the centennials myself.  I’m just pointing out that things could be far worse.

While I’m at it, though, here’s a pet peeve: How can it be that we still don’t have a comprehensive chronological numbering of Beethoven’s completed works?  Opus numbers are charming, of course, but relatively meaningless.  Who really cares, at this point, in what order the works were published?  Wouldn’t it be far more illuminating to name them by the order they were completed?  And yes, I know all about the Biamonti catalogue, but that includes every sketch and aborted idea – it’s so cluttered as to be almost as useless from a practical standpoint.

Oh, by the way: happy birthday, Ludwig.

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The world is so full of a number of things,
I ‘m sure we should all be as happy as kings.

-       Robert Louis Stevenson

The title of this post will raise some hackles, as there are gobs of composers who style themselves postmodernists as a cover for lazy composing.  But the practitioners of every style, every genre of music throughout history, are mostly hacks, so we shouldn’t be surprised if the rule holds true for this one.

Lazy composing, post-postmodern-style, can mean slapping borrowed ideas together randomly, without purpose, to cover up an inability to devise ones own thoughts, or to cover up the inability to investigate the potentials of a given thought.

Lazy composing, post-postmodern-style, can also mean license to revel in old techniques, to hang onto compositional habits derived from ways of viewing the world that are inappropriate for our times.

Postmodernism has been defined as “the violent adjacency…of pure expressivity and pure accessibility,”* a definition that carries equal parts truth and vitriol. Classic Postmodernists (to coin, tongue-in-cheek), overwhelmed by the sheer velocity of civilization, resorted to the shock of clashing ideologies: a wallop of Beethoven with a smack of Beatles.  The world is so incoherent — they seemed to say — that coherent art is a lie.  To the postmodernists, art had to be chaotic, a chaos comprised of coherent parts combined in ways that subverted their meaning.  The postmodernists had been born into the certainty of modernist aims and felt assaulted by, among other things, the rise of pop culture, which called those aims into question.

The children of postmodernism, on the other hand, were not raised in the purity of modernist pursuits.  We were born into a multicultural world, a world of parallel, powerful (yet distinct) value systems.  Rather than railing at the lack of uniformity, we rather enjoyed having a multiplicity of options.  Rather than bashing the heads of opposing viewpoints against one another, we sought common denominators for distant equations.

It’s taken me an awfully long time to comprehend the meaning of the postmodern inheritance in my work, but an awfully long time is a wonderful thing to have when it comes to meaning.  At this point, with 30+ years of compositional adventures behind me, so much more is clear.  I was, from early on, powerfully drawn to postmodern impulses, yet strangely distant as well.  From my current vantage point, I can see I was taking postmodern techniques and applying them in a way that reflected my time: I have lived in an era of muchness, an era when all of history is part of our present, all of our world cultures mingle in our living rooms.  This plenitude is its own form of chaos, and its own form of coherence.

The artists I admire are the ones who can find agreement where previous generations found conflict, rhymes where history has taught us we should find randomness.

I’ve found myself, and many others of my generation, drawn to a pursuit that seems both timely and easily disdained in these days of shattered focus.  We have wanted to create works that try to resolve possibly unresolveable tensions, hoping that at least the effort might prove of value.

Some broad generalizations in all of this, but the broad view is helpful from time to time.  As Popeye knew, and all children must discover, we yam what we yam: conveyers of a legacy and challengers of that legacy.  We don’t have a name for the artists who grew up in post-postmodern times, but they’ve grown up, and are having their say.

*Charles Newman, The Post-Modern Aura (1985)

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This past week has seen three major deadlines come and go for my students.  First, and biggest, was the deadline for compositions for the nu ensemble, the new-music band batoned by Saxton Rose.  Their concert is on February 22nd; this past Wednesday was the deadline for penultimate drafts, so parts could be assigned.  Now the composers have until January 15th to make whatever tweaks they please to make the pieces as fine as they can be.  We’ve got a horde of pieces, from solo piano to chamber orchestra.

Next up was the deadline for flute ensemble works, organized by Tadeu Coelho.  Tadeu was looking for pieces for 7-14 players, bass to piccolo, for a concert on March 22nd, a tour, and publication.  After the seminar we had on flute ensemble back in September, students had a fair sense of the strange range of possibilities from various combinations of flutes. We had five submissions, ranging from prickly aleatoric to sweet lullaby.  With all the flute ensembles out there (seriously, there are gobs of them), performance opportunities abound.

And last was a deadline for guitar ensemble works, for a performance on April 1st featuring music from the 16th and 21st centuries.  Three guesses which century our students were charged with representing.

All of these deadlines have had my inbox and outbox jammed with PDFs, as I shared years of proofreading experience with relative neophytes.  Now that all those deadlines are past, I’d like to take a deep breath – except Composition Jury packets are due this Thursday.

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