Molly speaks

I’ve been meaning to link to Molly Sheridan’s new ArtsJournal blog…there, I’ve done it. I’ve known Molly for years, always enjoyed her, always learned from her. And now she’s flying. I hate to limit her, by quoting something that doesn’t give you her nuance or range, or her flavor, something so merely factual…so follow the link above and read the full Molly…but still here’s something she knows more about than I do, something that fits right in with the conversation we’ve been having here about the new audience, and the blend of new classical music and alternative rock they’re so easy with. (Here and here.) It’s from Molly’s first post, “I’ll Take One of Everything, Please“:

…a funny thing happened during a panel discussion over at Peabody a few weeks ago: Someone asked me where new music was going and for the first time since I started covering the field in 2001, I realized a big change that I had personally witnessed had finally come to pass. Picture it: The year is 1999. Where I am living in Brooklyn, many bands are rehearsing in cheap studio spaces. Many of them come from indie rock backgrounds and liberal arts educations, but they are seeking to put their own experimental twist on the genre.


Across the river and quite a few blocks uptown–or okay, fine, just as likely right next door–other musicians in other studios are finishing up pieces for their composition degrees at the city’s prestigious conservatories. They’ve got a piece scored for Pierrot ensemble, but they are seeking to put their own experimental twist on the genre.

Sadly, except for the occasional happy anomaly, in 1999 Camp A and Camp B seemed to exist in largely separate worlds, sharing neither common dive bars nor common practices. And this always seemed a shame, because to me it felt like each side had information the other side needed and wanted. I’m not speaking in terms of music (though some wanted to travel that way, too) but more in terms of trading recording technique for orchestration technique. But that was then. These days when I look out, it’s striking to see how close these two camps have come, and it looks and sounds great…

Ellipses at the end, not because I cut off in the middle of a sentence, but because I cut off in the middle of a thought. By which I mean that Molly’s thoughts are worth reading (and that it’s hard to fit their full flavor into any one headline). It’s great to have her here.

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