Speaking of criticisms of Ives, I was a little startled to read this in Martin Bresnick's op-ed in The New York Times yesterday, speaking about the composer Eric Stokes: Eric was the first “Ivesian” composer I ever met. There were very few of them in those days and there are not many now. I always felt vaguely embarrassed by Charles Ives. I found his music too candid, too forthright. It stuck out like a crazy, opinionated uncle at a polite social event — too unsophisticated for a sophisticated new music audience. He afterward says "I am … [Read more...]

I have often written about the 1989 review in which John Rockwell called my music "naively pictorial," and the fact that I liked it so much that I've ever since adopted "naive pictorialism" as my stylistic moniker. Recently I ran across the 1944 review in Modern Music in which Elliott Carter disparaged Charles Ives's music as - guess what? - "naively pictorial." This is company I will gladly keep. I wish Charlie and I could share a good laugh over that one. I wondered, when I was writing the 4'33" book, whether a renewed involvement with … [Read more...]

I have been so deleriously busy in the last several months that I am having a harder time transitioning into summer than usual. I feel like a puppet whose strings have suddenly been cut. I am so accustomed to being driven by exigencies that the self-management of free time comes as an unfamiliar shock. I have also been a little discouraged by changes in this blog resulting from the reformatting. Journal-meister McLennan has managed to make the "Older Posts" button at the bottom of the main page start working, but, unlike in the older format, … [Read more...]