Saturday, July 09, 2005
An Ordinary Saturday in July
Psst. Want to see a picture of Milton Rabbit?
We have a new blogger today--Anthony Cornicello joins our little community...Do you prefer your music live or recorded? Lawrence Dillon has started a new thread in the Composers Forum...And don't miss Lawrence's own blog. He's our hardest-working composer blogger by a mile...Oh, the Wiki is coming along nicely, thanks to a lot of work by Jeff Harrington, Kyle Gann, David Toub and other nice people. Drop in and participate.
posted by Jerry Bowles
7/09/2005
Friday, July 08, 2005
Symphony Antarctica
McMurdo Sound, Antarctica. 4 am, Christmas, 1965
posted by Jerry Bowles
7/08/2005
Thursday, July 07, 2005
39 Organizations Get Copland Recording Grants
The Aaron Copland Fund for Music has awarded grants totaling $504,000 to performing ensembles, presenters and recording companies across America through its 2005 Recording Program. Thirty-nine organizations received support for new releases and for reissues of contemporary American music. Among the recording projects supported are the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra's recording of commissioned works by David Del Tredici and Christopher Theofanidis; a recording of the works of Julius Eastman; a re-issue of music by Charles Wuorinen featuring Ursula Oppens; and a recording of the music of Akemi Naito by the Cygnus Ensemble. See a complete list of grantees at the AMC website.
posted by Jerry Bowles
7/07/2005
John Adams at Wal-Mart
Couple of terrific discussions going on over in the Composers Forum. Alex Shapiro suggests that composers and performers promote new music in unlikely venues and Corey Dargel wonders if it's possible to teach students to be self-critical without destroying their original creations.
posted by Jerry Bowles
7/07/2005
Best and the Brightest
My greatest pleasure in producing Sequenza21 has been the opportunity to find (usually they find me) bright young musicians who have lively opinions and write well. David Salvage and Galen Brown, for example, have added enormous value to these pages with their commentaries and reviews and, in the process, have managed to entertain and annoy a lot of people. To our list of distinguished unpaid and annoying super stars, I would now add Evan Johnson who I spotted leaving pithy comments over in the Composers Forum and invited to write some CD reviews. They turned out so well that I decided to run them here on the front page as a recurring column maybe once a week. The first one--a review of three new CDs from the innovative cold blue label--begins just below.
posted by Jerry Bowles
7/07/2005
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Evan Johnson's On the Record - 3 From cold blue
 The once-defunct, now-resurrected, California-based cold blue label, had a brief heyday in the early 1980s and then disappeared for almost twenty years. These three recent discs share several features with many of the new cold blue releases: they are single-length, around half an hour long at most, usually with only one piece to a disc; the presentation and artwork are subtle and gorgeous; and there are no liner notes whatsoever. All of these are utterly admirable solutions to the vexed problem of the marketing, distribution and sale of new music.
First, the length of the discs. There is something fundamentally right about this as an artistic concept. Rare is the composer whose work is best heard in the context of the rest of their work; it is always a far more illuminating experience for Ferneyhough to be paired with Mozart, Carter with Beethoven, Boulez with Debussy, Reich with Ockeghem, not for any didactic purpose, but because that�s how freshness and excitement are generated when multiple pieces are to be heard sequentially. Better yet, though, they should be heard in isolation. A piece of music is a piece of music, not a jigsaw piece in search of a puzzle to give it meaning. To listen to one of these cold blue singles and have the CD player grind satisfyingly to a halt after a single track is a surprisingly refreshing experience.
Some will complain about the absence of booklets in these discs � no biographical information on the composer, no insights into the structure of the work or the process of its creation, no photographs other than the beautifully subtle ones that grace the cover. But unless there is something visual or performative specifically missing from a recorded presentation � for example, the works on the Steve Peters disc are identified as having been written for dance � this absence, too, is a liberation. Anyone who has ever bought a disc on the Austrian Kairos label (although I suspect that Kairos� and cold blue�s clientele do not overlap much) knows that liner notes can obfuscate as much as they enlighten, and music doesn�t have to be heard only after a textual warmup. Occasionally we as listeners need to trust that we are as capable as the liner-note writer of forming our own conceptual apparatus. For the very, very curious, or the very lazy, information not included in the package is available on the label�s website, www.coldbluemusic.com, but listen first and be sure you aren�t seeking it out of habit.
Everything about these discs encourages fresh, attentive listening. The next question, of course, is what we are attentively listening to.
 A Temperament for Angels
Michael Jon Fink
Robin Lorentz, vns; Erika Duke-Kirkpatrick, vcs; Jonathan Marmor, cym; Michael Jon Fink, cym and kbd
cold blue music CB0017
From the (first) beginning of its existence, Los Angeles-based cold blue was associated with what you could call �West Coast minimalism,� which unlike its New York counterpart had less to do with unrelenting pulse and processual evolution of atomic gestures than drones, soundscapes, and atmosphere. (As gross generalizations go, I don�t think this is much worse than most.) The disc here that most obviously relates to that tradition is Michael Jon Fink�s A Temperament for Angels, an unbroken 28-minute wash of strings, keyboards, and, eventually, bowed cymbals.
But �wash� is the wrong word, and that is something deeply troubling to me about this piece. The rate of harmonic change is too fast to allow the sounds to really sink in and hover, but too slow for actual harmonic motion; the listener is constantly unsure of what exactly he or she is supposed to be hearing. Perhaps this was the intent. It seems more likely to me, though, that Fink was unwilling to commit as fully to the idea of slowness as, say, Alvin Lucier or Gordon Mumma or Phill Niblock � possibly fearing, rightly, that the intervallic vocabulary he employs (based on open-fifth and octave sonorities broadly alternating with chromatic juxtapositions, a sort of Quaaludified Copland) and the timbral results (nicely played overdubbed string instruments in fairly uninteresting, comfortable registers, buttressed by electric-organ-like sampler keyboards) would not sustain such an approach. I constantly felt the urge to squeeze the harmonies just a bit, microtonally, in any direction, and to push the instruments a little more out of their comfort zone, to create an environment in which slowness could be more of a virtue and less of a pose. As the piece progresses, the range expands and the number of voices increases, but there remains a fundamental weakness to the harmonies and timbres that bothered me all the way through. Only in the last minutes of the piece, with the entry of the bowed cymbals, do the timbral and harmonic language open up sufficiently, and the rate of change slow sufficiently, to create genuinely interesting sonic worlds.
 Los Tigres de Marte
Daniel Lentz.
Marty Walker, cl; Brad Ellis, Daniel Lentz, kbds; Peter Kent, Robin Lorentz, vns; Maria Newman, va; Erika Duke-Kirkpatrick, vc
cold blue music CB0016
Daniel Lentz�s Los Tigros de Marte, on a fifteen-minute-long CD graced by beautiful photographs of the surface of Mars, is a different sort of experience. �When it comes to attempts at musical seduction,� Kyle Gann has written, �Daniel Lentz is way out front.� There is something appropriate and telling about the phrasing of this quote, which follows the Lentz disc around wherever it is mentioned � for Los Tigros de Marte is in fact an obvious seduction attempt. It wants so much to be beautiful and appealing that the result is faintly pathetic, like a gawky teenager at the school dance. Major-sixth chords, clarinet arpeggios, intermittent dance-like pulsations� something for everybody? Music cannot be beautiful, even in the most reductive reactionary sense, when the attempt at beauty is so transparently obvious.
 �from shelter� � Three short stories and My burning skin to sleep
Steve Peters
Marghreta Cordero, voices; Alicia Ultan, vas; Steve Peters, pn cold blue music CB0018
The best music on these three discs is also the most modest in conception and execution. Steve Peters� Three short stories for three violas is also, interestingly enough, the only piece in this group that was written to an extramusical end, as an accompaniment to choreography. It is absolutely diatonic, absolutely simple, absolutely flat, and consistently surprising; there is a strong air of Satie and early Cage here (Three short stories could be heard as a less homophonic Cage String Quartet in Four Parts), but never so much that the result does not seem fresh and, unlike the Lentz disc, genuinely appealing. The performance of Three short stories could be bettered (in particular, I�d like to hear this piece performed with three performers reacting to each other in real time, rather than as an overdubbed recording), but the effect is stunningly gorgeous. This is music that emphatically does not attempt seduction � it is reticent, modest, and requires attentiveness. For that reason alone, it is truly beautiful.
The other piece on the short Peters disc, apparently written for the same dance production, seemed slightly less successful to me, but I also couldn�t escape the sensation that it was my fault. My burning skin to sleep is another simple, diatonic piece, this time a vocalise for two female voices over a repeated little chord progression played on a (slightly out of tune) piano. As a listener, I had to work hard to overcome some serious negative associations with the vocal style � wordless oohs in a very wet acoustic � that were not inherent in the music; but when I was able to do so, the transparency and directness of the harmonies and gestures worked again. Peters� music, on the evidence of this disc at least, has in abundance what I miss in so much new American music: strong commitment to an aesthetic goal, and adherence to that goal without compromise. Three short stories is the standout work on this disc � and on all three of these discs � but My burning skin to sleep is in many ways a worthy companion.
Regardless of the varying interest of the music involved, cold blue�s series of CD singles is an extremely welcome and refreshingly daring experiment in the marketing of works that otherwise would not get heard, and for this they deserve a great deal of credit. Bring on more Steve Peters!
posted by Evan Johnson
7/06/2005
Less Than Zero
Rodney Lister writes home from camp over in the Composers Forum. Other than that, absolutely nothing new today. Why don't you all go Wiki.
posted by Jerry Bowles
7/06/2005
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Back to the Grind
We inadvertently overlooked congratulating Lawrence Dillon on his 46th birthday on Saturday. Check out the adorable photograph of a budding chess genius...Speaking of adorable, see Tom Myron's page for a patriotic surge...Alan Theisen thinks beyond Copland for July 4th programming and Jenece Gerber finds the BEER and BOURBON locker at Brevard.
Fun review in today's New York Times by Anne Midgette of Blair Tindall's book Mozart in the Jungle (subtitled "Sex, Drugs and Classical Music"), which is an insider tale of an underemployed oboist's efforts to find happiness and work in the classical music business. The book has shocked several critics with its revelation that some musicians, in fact, do have sex. My favorite part of Midgette's review: The book has no index, only a section of footnotes and a list of acknowledgments that includes - full disclosure - a nod to my husband, Greg Sandow, evidently based on a single lunch they had during which the book was only briefly discussed. (For the record, they did not have sex.) No word on whether they shared a doobie.
posted by Jerry Bowles
7/05/2005
Monday, July 04, 2005
Gone to Look For America
There could hardly be a better musical metaphor for this big loud, messy, gregarious, conflicted, na�ve, sentimental, dangerous, scary and wonderful country than the second movement of Charles Ives� Three Places in New England. Few works can approach it in degree of influence on future generations of composers. Its heady blend of brassy aw-shucks Americana and sophisticated warring tempos is irrestistable and has led many an impressionable young mind to abandon common sense for a life in music making.
 All of which is a way of suggesting that if you should find yourself driving down the Henry Cowell Expressway this fine Fourth of July, turn off at Colin Nacarrow Boulevard and make your way over to Kyle Gann Plaza where the ghosts and ancestors of Ives� clashing marching bands are still merging and converging in a cacaphony of rhythmic disharmony.
Like Ives� iconic masterpiece, the pieces on Gann�s new CD, Nude Rolling Down an Escalator: Studies for Disklavier (New World 80633-2), are concerned not just with any sounds and rhythms but mainly �American� sounds and rhythms. Using the Disklavier�s computer-driven ability to go where human beings cannot go in terms of tempo and velocity, Gann brilliantly deconstructs familiar genres like ragtime, boogie-woogie, bop and Tex-Mex and reassembles the pieces in ways that are hauntingly familiar and completely new, popular and avant garde, steady and revolutionary, experimental and polished. The unique blend of exaggerated rhythms, microtonal tunings and populist hooks gives his music a sound that manages to be simultaneously fresh and nostalgic, and completely unlike that of anyone else writing today. Gann demonstrates that you don�t need an orchestra or a couple of brass bands to create first-rate musical fireworks. Imagination and Yankee ingenuity will do the trick.
Old Charlie would have been proud. Happy Fourth.
posted by Jerry Bowles
7/04/2005
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Fourth of July Eve
Don't miss Alan Theisen's Queer Eye for the 12-Tone Guy and David H. Thomas on why playing jazz is easier when you're drunk.
posted by Jerry Bowles
7/03/2005
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