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The unintended consequences of gridlock

September 16, 2003 by Terry Teachout

Apologies–I spent most of yesterday either sitting in cabs (the traffic in New York was insane all day long) or waiting for other people who were sitting in cabs. Hence I spent very little time sitting at my desk, which means that today’s edition of “About Last Night” lacks that discursive generosity to which you’ve become accustomed. Nevertheless, I’m here, and so are you, so let’s get going. Today’s topics, from crisp to concise: (1) Music from a charnel house. (2) Paul Desmond’s ghost. (3) Middle-aisling it with Felix Salmon. (2) Murder at the Corcoran Museum. (4) The latest almanac entry.


Say, where were you yesterday? The ratings were way down. Am I the only person in the blogosphere who didn’t take Monday off?

From beyond the grave

September 16, 2003 by Terry Teachout

Edmund Wilson claimed that one of his greatest pleasures was telling a friend about an especially good book he’d read, so long it was (1) out of print, (2) rare, and (3) written in a language the friend didn’t speak.

Aside from being a hopeless monoglot, I’m too kind-hearted a soul to play that mildly sadistic game, but I do want to tell you about a recording I heard the other day that you almost certainly haven’t heard, and very possibly will never hear. It’s the first recording of Dmitri Shostakovich’s Fifth Symphony, made by Yevgeny Mravinsky and the Leningrad Philharmonic just four months after they gave the 1937 premiere. So far as I know, this recording has never been issued, much less reissued, in the West. It turned up a few years ago as a bonus CD in an obscure Japanese box set devoted to Mravinsky’s early recordings, and a collector I know burned a copy and presented it to me Saturday afternoon at the Mencken Day celebrations in Baltimore.

If you’re a Mravinsky buff or a Shostakovich scholar, the inherent interest of this performance will be self-evident. If not…well, give this some thought. Shostakovich wrote the Fifth Symphony not long after Stalin’s culture thugs put him in the hot seat by attacking his opera Lady Macbeth of the Mtsensk District in Pravda. All at once, Soviet Russia’s most celebrated composer had a bull’s-eye hung around his neck, and for the rest of his life he would be haunted by the memory of the fear he first knew on that terrible day. Shostakovich was well aware that the KGB could drag him away in the middle of the night, never to be seen again, just like they’d already disposed of tens of thousands of his fellow Russians. He wrote the Fifth Symphony when that fear was still fresh and raw, and though a Communist “critic” (i.e, hack) dubbed it “a Soviet artist’s creative reply to just criticism,” everybody with ears to hear knew that it was a lament for Russia.

Years later, Mravinsky was rehearsing the slow movement of the Fifth Symphony with the Leningrad Philharmonic, an occasion about which one of the violinists told the following story:

Mravinsky turned around to the violin sections and said, “You’re playing this tremolo with the wrong color, you haven’t got the necessary intensity. Have you forgotten what this music is about and when it was born?”

Can you hear any of that in the 1938 recording? I’m not sure. My experience of it is colored too sharply by what I know of the circumstances under which it was made. I have no doubt that beneath the scratch and grind of the old shellac discs, I can hear an orchestra playing with fire and commitment, performing a still-unfamiliar piece on which the ink was still barely dry–and playing it as if they knew it was a masterpiece, which of course it was. But what were they thinking? What was Mravinsky thinking? I cannot imagine my way back to the time and place in which that recording was made, in a country ankle-deep with the blood of innocents, mere weeks after a premiere performance at the end of which the audience cheered for a half-hour.

I dropped my new Alex Katz lithograph off yesterday afternoon at a framing shop in my neighborhood. I do a good bit of business there, and so I struck up a conversation with the fellow who runs the store. He’s a refugee from Afghanistan, and we got to talking about how that country has suffered–first at the hands of the Russians, then at the hands of the Taliban. I mentioned that the Taliban had banned all secular music from Afghanistan. He shook his head in disgust. “You cannot live like that,” he said. “You cannot. You know I still have family over there? They tell me there is much poverty, many poor people who are lucky if they eat twice a day–but they’re happy now, because they don’t have to live like that anymore.”

I don’t know if my framer much cares for Western music, and I know he doesn’t care for Russians, but I think he might possibly appreciate my new recording of the Shostakovich Fifth Symphony. Even if he didn’t like the music, I think he’d understand what it must have meant for a man to write a piece like that, and for a hundred other men to play it, in the midst of such horror. I know I can’t appreciate it, not really–and I hope I never do.

Nothing but the truth

September 16, 2003 by Terry Teachout

I had dinner on Sunday with a friend of mine who is the daughter of a guitarist who played quite a bit with the late Paul Desmond, the alto saxophonist of the Dave Brubeck Quartet and my favorite jazz musician ever. She’d recently been interviewed by Doug Ramsey, who is at work on a biography of Desmond, so we got to chatting about his life and music. Then we strolled around the corner to a Japanese restaurant, and just as we were sitting down, we noticed that the background music was “Le Souk,” the last track on the first side of the Brubeck Quartet’s Jazz Goes to College, the very first jazz album I ever heard. (My father owned a battered copy which I found in his record cabinet some 35 years ago, thereby changing my life beyond recognition…but that’s another story for another day.)


We both heard it at exactly the same moment. Then my friend looked at me, grinned, and said, “Paul’s here.”

Elsewhere

September 16, 2003 by Terry Teachout

Felix Salmon
has taken note of my recent postings on Zankel Hall, and begs to differ with my suggestion that the joint needs a center aisle. I’m not sure I’m convinced, but he definitely makes a strong case, not to mention witty and well-informed.


Blake Gopnik, art critic of the Washington Post, recently torched and sewed salt on the ashes of “Beyond the Frame: Impressionism Revisited: The Sculptures of J. Seward Johnson, Jr.,” a show of three-dimensional sculptural renderings of impressionist paintings currently on display at Washington’s Corcoran Museum of Art. I’ll cut right to the rough stuff:

Once upon a time–as recently as the ’70s and even later–the Corcoran was a significant force on the national art scene. That reputation has slipped badly over the last few years; when I’m on the road, people often ask me, “What’s with the Corcoran these days? Is it still around?”


And now, thanks to the prankster art of J. Seward Johnson, the Corcoran has fallen even further. It has tumbled all the way from nobody to laughingstock.

Go here to read the whole thing. I regret to say that it sounds all too convincing.

Almanac

September 16, 2003 by Terry Teachout

“In cities men cannot be prevented from concerting together and awakening a mutual excitement that prompts sudden and passionate resolutions.”


Alexis de Tocqueville, Democracy in America

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This is a blog about the arts in New York City and the rest of America, written by Terry Teachout. Terry is a critic, biographer, playwright, director, librettist, recovering musician, and inveterate blogger. In addition to theater, he writes here and elsewhere about all of the other arts--books, … [Read More...]

About My Plays and Opera Libretti

Billy and Me, my second play, received its world premiere on December 8, 2017, at Palm Beach Dramaworks in West Palm Beach, Fla. Satchmo at the Waldorf, my first play, closed off Broadway at the Westside Theatre on June 29, 2014, after 18 previews and 136 performances. That production was directed … [Read More...]

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Peter Marks, Elisabeth Vincentelli, and I are the panelists on “Three on the Aisle,” a bimonthly podcast from New York about theater in America. … [Read More...]

About My Books

My latest book is Duke: A Life of Duke Ellington, published in 2013 by Gotham Books in the U.S. and the Robson Press in England and now available in paperback. I have also written biographies of Louis Armstrong, George Balanchine, and H.L. Mencken, as well as a volume of my collected essays called A … [Read More...]

The Long Goodbye

To read all three installments of "The Long Goodbye," a multi-part posting about the experience of watching a parent die, go here. … [Read More...]

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