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Judascessed!!!! Pairaskivvymenassed!!!!!
Luredogged!!!!!!
There, from Finnegans Wake, is
the motto of my latest book episode,
the latest improvised installment of my online book on the future of classical
music. If this episode were positioned in the style of a computer folder, it
might be book/how classical music is
today/how classical music got that way/the effects of modernism. As
faithful readers know, I’m not happy with the effects modernist music has had
on classical music, even though I like the music itself. The problems are,
roughly speaking, two: difficult modernist music has been forced on an audience
that doesn’t want to hear it; and modernist music became far more abstract and
far more removed from everyday colloquial life than modernist painting,
literature, or film.
But in this episode, I’m not worrying about all that. I’m
celebrating the sheer exuberance and noise of early modernism, with special
reference to the 1920s, when “modern music” was a fad — even a high-society fad
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I’ll end with what I think is the highlight of my latest
episode. It’s something William Carlos Williams wrote in 1947, after he heard one
of the most dramatic, superhyped, and noisy pieces of
modern music, George Antheil’s Ballet
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at its disorganized Carnegie Hall premiere:
Here is Carnegie Hall. You have
heard something [in the past] of the great Beethoven and it has been charming,
masterful in its power over the mind. We have been alleviated, strengthened
against life — the enemy — by it. We go out of Carnegie into the subway, and we
can for a moment withstand the assault of that noise, failingly!
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strength to enclose us that we may even feel its benediction a week long.
But as we came from
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woman of our party, herself a musician, made this remark: “The subway seems
sweet after that.” “Good, I replied and went on to consider what evidences there
were in myself in explanation of her remark. And this is what I noted. I felt
that noise, the unrelated noise of life such as this in the subway had not been
battened out as would have been the case with Beethoven still warm in the mind
but it had actually been mastered, subjugated. Antheil had taken this hated
thing life and rigged himself into power over it by his music. The offense had
not been held, cooled, varnished over but annihilated and life itself made
thereby triumphant. This is an important difference .By hearing Antheil’s
music, seemingly so much noise, when I actually came up on noise in
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Difficult modernist music has been forced on an audience that doesn’t want to hear it
I keep hearing that, but I don’t understand how it could have happened this way. No symphony orchestra in the cities I’ve lived in has tried to make modernist repertoire a significant part of its concerts–sure, the CSO might have had Boulez’s “Notations” open a few concerts, but they only last a couple of minutes long and are among his least difficult works. All modern music is consigned to special concerts where only those who are already interested in it are likely to come.
And this isn’t, I should imagine, a recent thing, either. After all, the Darmstadt generation had most of its works premiered at special festivals for new-music cognoscenti. The only way Boulez could get Webern heard was through the Domaine Musical concerts he set up himself. New music in the U.S. is stocked at only large stores in bigger cities, and the staff usually let it languish in neglect.
So, how has modernism been forced on anyone?
I don’t think a piece of barely-modernist music here or there in a season filled overwhelmingly with traditional repertoire can possibly be seen as “forcing” the music on anyone. Even if you have a subscription, there’s no obligation to attend every concert.
In any event, please do name this orchestra, since I’d fly there to attend their concerts. Really, I mean that. Ever since I discovered modern-classical music, I’ve been waiting desperately to be a regular concert goer. But of the cities I’ve lived in since, Madrid, Chicago, Cluj-Napoca, and Helsinki, there’s maybe two concerts in a six-month period that have anything modernist.