Archive for April, 2010

Robert Rauschenberg with White Painting behind him. New York (1953). © Allan Grant, Life Magazine

New music (as in New Music) used to make me want to run and hide.  From my own inability to make any sense of it.  Without some kind of reference to melody I’m unanchored in a sea of sound that only seems to work for listeners who understand the history of music-making and a lot of music theory.  So even though I get why it’s called music in the same way that I get why Robert Rauschenberg’s White Painting is art—I don’t need to listen to it on the radio or hang it on my wall.  The very fact that I still think Modern Art and New Music are modern and new dates me for sure because they’ve long been part of academic creativity at least and I have a number of friends whose lives have shaped or been shaped by them. 

However, for the first time ever I got a glimpse of what is going on in 20th century classical music anyway when I attended the Kyoto Prize Pierre Boulez concert yesterday.  (Caveat- it was Pierre-less due to volcanic ash so the most excellent Stephen Schick stepped in to conduct.)  I went because Sur Incises is written for 3 harps and 3 pianos plus percussion including a marimba.  Ellie Choate, Susan Allen and Phala Tracy were playing the harp parts and I was ready to be dazzled.   Absolutely.  

 Evidently Boulez has used Sur Incises as a teaching tool in the past because there’s a 3 video sequence on you tube (the first one embedded here) that the presentation I just sat through—enrapt—was based on.  He builds the music phrase by phrase and instrument by instrument with explanations for each change so that by the end you understand the composition.  As Boulez was grounded in France, Philippe Manoury stepped in to narrate and did a great job presenting what the composer would have said if he were there.  So by watching the harpists I could both see and hear what was going on in the music in a whole new way.   Such a privilege.  Very uplifting and I’m grateful for the opportunity to creep closer to understanding at my own pace. 

My own pace being more in tune with the clip below which I understand completely.  So in many ways I’m as grateful to the maestro who posted Windows XP error music on one of the harp sites (thank you SV) as I am to Boulez, Manoury and the three world-class harpists who were willing to share their reality on my terms.


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Mechanical Music Machine- Felix Thorn

Yesterday we discovered that the addition of an M-Audio Fast Track USB interface makes recording the harps directly into my laptop alarmingly simple. It appears that Fast Tracks are marketed primarily to guitarists (basement wizards, patio maestros, etc) but work just fine as entry level audio/MIDI tools for any number of other instruments.  I don’t want to understand how the interface business works because music geekdom is extremely enticing and I can totally see falling down that particular rabbit hole. Yet another procrastination activity… 

So there I am tangled up in guitar cords (borrowed from patient musician husband) playing around with Audacity when the power shimmers off and on, the harps start to shake and I realize that, yet again, CA is flirting with the big one.  Rather than do what you’re supposed to like dive and tuck under something sturdy I stood in the middle of the music room with an arm over each harp watching everything around me sway and slide.  Of course the harps are fully insured (thank you Anderson Group) but nothing would make me sadder than losing them at this stage of the game. 

Sidebar– I’ve been through a couple of temblors (Nicaragua and Costa Rica) as well as 5 fires including one where we evacuated the orthopedic floor of an Ohio hospital (all those traction beds) and another in CA (Witch Creek).  For that one we crammed a 5 foot iguana, 2 turtles, 2 cats and about 30 paintings into a Honda CRV for mandatory evacuation and ended up camping out in my clinic office for a week.  Even though I think we’re pretty good at natural disaster yesterday’s 7.2 quake in Baja was scary.

All in all a very humbling weekend.  Had to hear a recording of myself for the first time fumbling along a well-known song (yikes cubed) and, in the big picture, bumped up against yet another reminder of how fragile we really are perched above the ocean admiring nature from the (illusory) safety of a solid home.  If it’s time to tumble down the hill into the sea clutching harps so be it BUT if that’s the case I sure hope my laptop doesn’t survive.  Do not want my musical legacy to be a fledgling version of First Arabesque played against a click track.

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