The acclaimed singer, minimalist and intermedia artist gets a new documentary and a new record

Meredith Monk has long attracted the attention of journalists and filmmakers intrigued by her synthesis of minimalism, vocalism and theater, and by a personality whose conversational informality masks the stoic tenacity that’s propelled one of the most iconic careers of any avant-garde performing artist. Monk in Pieces, premiered in February 2025 and currently touring the indie movie house circuit, is the latest and most biographically-oriented entry in a line of Monk documentaries whose predecessors include Peter Greenaway’s 1983 portrait for BBC 4 (which remains a useful guide to her earliest and most experimental works) and Babeth VanLoo’s 2009 Inner Voice (which emphasizes Monk’s engagement with Buddhism, a topic that receives only glancing attention in Monk in Pieces).

What’s most notable about Monk in Pieces is that it shows its subject, 82 years old at the time of its release, preparing for the inevitable final chapter of her life, whose trajectory is traced in a broad (though not strictly chronological) arc, divided into a dozen-odd chapters each centered (as the title implies) on a single major work. Helping to underscore the theme of mortality is Monk’s pet tortoise Neutron, given to her as a gift by Ping Chong in 1978 and the inspiration for her 1983 album Turtle Dreams. We hear Monk conversing with Neutron (“Do you even know who I am…who’s fed you 42 years? It’s like, what does turtle consciousness tell me?”), and nursing her through an ultimately fatal illness that leads into the film’s final and most touching scene in which Monk is shown by herself contentedly eating a simple supper in the kitchen of the Tribeca loft she’s occupied since 1972.¹ Afterwards she cleans the table, the ritual poignantly accompanied by one of her earliest songs, Do You Be?, first recorded on her 1970 debut album Key (though the version used in the film is a later one from the eponymous 1987 album).

It’s Chong who contributes the film’s most candid and insightful commentary. Four years Monk’s junior, he was her student at NYU in 1970, and later her lover and company member. To the accompaniment of Madwoman’s Vision, he recounts how Monk suggested that they have children together. “I went, ‘Uh, I don’t think so! Artists shouldn’t have kids because the art comes first'”. The tension between family and art turns out to be a recurring theme in Monk’s life. Chong eventually left Monk after a decade to focus on his own art (“I wanted to be a director, and I kept giving her direction when she didn’t want it”). And he attributes much of Monk’s career motivation to the strained relationship she had with her mother, the swing singer Audrey Marsh. (“I think a lot of Meredith’s anger comes from not being valued by her mother. She just wasn’t there for her. And also she had to fight to be accepted in the performing arts world. In a way it’s a fight to survive. Pain is where art comes from, it has to come out of need. EM Forster stopped writing when he found his lover—he was too happy!”).

Monk seems to concur with Chong’s assessment. As Marsh sings These Things You Left Me (she enjoyed great success as a young woman singing jingles for radio commercials before becoming another expendable industry castoff), Monk relates: “She wasn’t home a lot. I was dragged around from job to job when I was a little kid, like going through a meatgrinder. I saw her pain of the conflict between being a mother and being an artist, and that both of them were not 100% satisfying. I vowed that that would never happen to me, and that I wanted to do my own work and make my own path.”

Monk is more circumspect when discussing the other major love interest of her life, the Dutch choreographer Mieke van Hoek, who like Chong was Monk’s student before becoming her partner of two decades. She’s seen only in still photos and silent vignettes, and it was her sudden death of cancer in 2002 that inspired Monk’s Impermanence. But though Monk concedes that “I learned more from [her death] than from anything [else] that ever happened to me—I wasn’t the same person after that”, she declines to tell us just what she learned or how she changed. In contrast to Chong, Monk is a person who only reveal her vulnerabilities through her art.

The remainder of the film is constructed from a montage of mementos, reflections, performance footage, excerpts from Monk’s dream journals (accompanied by cutout animations by Paul Barritt), and testimonials by colleagues and collaborators, some of them archival (including Merce Cunningham, who died in 2009), others shot specifically for the film (such as New Sounds host John Schaefer). Björk makes an appearance on behalf of the younger generation, recounting the impression made by Monk’s 1981 Dolmen Music album when she heard it on her boyfriend’s record player at the age of 16. As the soundtrack dissolves from Monk’s recording of the track Gotham Lullaby to Björk’s own 1999 cover, the uninhibited Icelander—apparently harboring a dim view of lower Manhattan—opines “her loft that she’s lived in for half a century is an oasis in a toxic environment, and I feel that Gotham Lullaby represents that as well”.

In another vignette Monk describes the strabismus (eye misalignment) that plagued her as a child. “I wasn’t able to see out of both eyes simultaneously”, so her mother took her to Dalcroze eurhythmics from ages 3–7 to help with the integration of body and rhythm. Monk approvingly cites Dalcroze’s assertion that “all musical ideas come from the body”. (“Ding! I think that’s where I’m coming from.”). And on other occasions she’s credited Dalcroze with “influencing everything I’ve done. It’s why dance and movement and film are so integral to my music. It’s why I see music so visually”—a key to one of the fundamental differences between her approach and the more formal and abstracted patterns of the classic minimalists.

Monk In Pieces is very much an in-house affair. It was co-produced by longtime Monk ensemble member Katie Geissinger, whose husband, Billy Shebar, directed it. And as might be expected, it occasionally drifts into hagiography, most notably in the montages of bad reviews and—in the case of Atlas (1991)—snarky communications with Monk’s collaborators at Houston Grand Opera, all serving to invoke the time-honored fable of the misunderstood genius who’s ultimately vindicated. Chong also picks up this trope (“Critics were saying that what she was doing was nonsensical, was crazy, was not serious.”), and it’s true that Monk was the target of harsh invective from the notoriously snobbish Clive Barnes during the 1970s. But other critics were more supportive, including Barnes’ New York Times colleague Anna Kisselgoff, who praised the 1969 premiere of Juice at the Guggenheim Museum. Notwithstanding her detractors, it was the modern dance community, already largely dominated by women, that took Monk seriously well before she’d established much credibility with musicians. Ironically by the mid-1980s those attitudes had largely flipped, with composers reacting favorably to the long forms and newfound sophistication of Dolmen Music (compared to the more embryonic Key and Our Lady of Late), while dancers were more inclined to dismiss her choreography as amateurish (“Her movements haven’t evolved, they’re just doing shuffle steps in unison” was one New York choreographer’s complaint).

I would have preferred to hear less from the celebrity talking heads (including an original Talking Head, David Berne) and more insight into Monk’s early years, especially her time in Los Angeles in the late 1960s when she belonged to Frank Zappa’s extended circle (she appears as the ”Red Face Girl” in Zappa’s film Uncle Meat, and her housemate and music director was Mothers of Invention keyboardist Don Preston, who is still alive and lucid in his 90s). I’d also be interested to know why, despite having been in fairly close proximity to the Bay Area origins of classic minimalism, Monk has seldom embraced La Monte Young, Marian Zazeela, Stimmung, or the triumvirate of Riley, Reich and Glass as formative influences. But whatever might appear on one’s list of omissions, it’s still gratifying to revisit many of the now-obscure source materials that did make it into Monk in Pieces, including Phill Niblock’s original film documentation of Juice.

Coming on the heels of Monk in Pieces is Cellular Songs, Monk’s latest release for the ECM label, extending a storied discography that commenced with Dolmen Music, and which now encompasses 13 albums, of which the first twelve were repackaged and given an new and expanded accompanying booklet in the 2022 compilation Meredith Monk: The Recordings, cherishingly assembled by ECM for her 80th birthday (it was one of my picks for that year). Cellular Songs features Monk’s all-female vocal ensemble in a medley of mostly unaccompanied songs (with piano, simple percussion instruments or hambone-style body percussion making the occasional appearance). Only one of the songs (Happy Woman) has a text. In the aforementioned Peter Greenaway documentary Monk proclaims “I don’t really have contempt for the word. I have contempt when the word is used as the glue of something, which has happened in theater and a lot of film”). Indeed, it’s Monk’s avoidance of texts that has helped keep her often joyful music from running aground on the shoals of sentimentality.

The titular reference of Cellular Songs is to biological cells (“the fundamental unit of life”), not to mobile phones. And the music is subdued but affirmational. In Monk in Pieces, the composer says “In the 80s I was doing apocalyptic pieces [e.g., Quarry and Book of Days], and then I started thinking about how maybe offering an alternative was more useful”. With Monk’s still-capable but undeniably aging voice in the forefront, and with the sparse texture conjuring the sound world of her early recordings more than her recent excursions with larger forces (e.g., Songs of Ascension), it reads like a bookend to Dolmen Music—a gentle lullaby for the faithful from the twilight of her career.

When assessing the oeuvre and legacy of Meredith Monk, there’s a sum-of-the-parts factor that Philip Glass alludes to in Monk in Pieces: “The thing about Meredith is, she was a self-contained theater company. She among all of us was the uniquely gifted one [as a performer]”. Monk’s talent as a singer, including a three-octave range and command of ululations and other extended techniques, is undeniable. And by emphasizing the voice she stands apart from the classic minimalists, including Glass, who tended to treat singers as part of a larger instrumental group. In other respects, though, she’s often been accused of dilettantism—a jill of all trades, but not a master composer, choreographer or dramatist. In some ways her reception has been similar to Alwin Nikolais’, who began as a musician, learned the theatrical crafts of lighting and costuming, and ultimately became known primarily as a choreographer and teacher, but was seldom cited as an exemplar by specialists in any of those fields. It was rather the totality of his futuristic visual and auditory spectacles that drove his influence and reputation.

Interestingly, one of Monk’s key teachers at Sarah Lawrence College was a Nikolais alum (Beverly Schmidt Blossom). And like Nikolais, her greatest impression may ultimately be felt in the domain of new music theater, an area where she’s remained a bona fide avant-gardist, eschewing text-centric storytelling and the trappings of traditional opera that Glass retreated to after Einstein on the Beach in favor of wordless, non-linear forms, often in service to female-centered narratives.

Speaking about Education of the Girlchild (1973), whose plot—such as it is—proceeds in reverse chronological order, Monk said: “I don’t really feel that by nature I’m a political artist. The piece has six women characters. Usually you’ll see men-bonded groups like The Seven Samurai or the Knights of the Round Table. You don’t usually see six strong women who are not angry women but are just fulfilled women as the main heroes of an artwork”.² Whatever one thinks of Monk’s simple, ambient-adjacent music, it’s hard not to be impressed by her corpus of aesthetically radical multimedia works that manage to avoid the clichés of both strident militantism and New Age sentimentality.

Toward the end of Monk in Pieces, Monk embraces a sentiment expressed earlier by Ping Chong: “Doing the work is still meaningful. The other stuff just falls away. Maybe this whole thing is a way that I created something to affirm that I exist.” There may or may not be anything genuinely new in the film or in Cellular Songs, but both do justice to a career that’s remarkable for its meaning, resilience, and impact.

[1] a six-story L-shaped building on West Broadway that also once housed Roulette Intermedium
[2] recounted in Sidsel Mundal’s 1994 film Meredith Monk