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Schmuck

We can think of no more appropriate word to characterize this postmodern twit/hypocrite and those who think as he does.

[Andre] Rieu insists that musical categorisation is meaningless; that there is no difference between classical and non-classical music, or high art and low art. [...] He depicts his critics as members of a stuffy musical elite with narrow aesthetic tastes, yet regularly demeans in interviews music that is not to his taste and classical musicians who choose not to perform in his manner.

Although Rieu's thinking in this case may be just a tendentious matter of good business much in the same way that it may be just a matter of business when a Mafia don orders a hit on a longtime faithful friend, it's thinking sadly emblematic of our postmodern era.

O tempora! O mores!

RTWT here.

(Our thanks to ArtsJournal for the link.)

God Bless America!

This sort of imbecility could prevail only in sharia-governed Muslim countries and in America the only difference being that in the former you get your tongue cut out; in the latter, merely a slap on the wrist.

Over the years, Joe Scarborough’s penchant for speaking his mind has won him a seat in the House of Representatives and a hosting job on MSNBC; now it has also earned him a seven-second delay for his early-hours talk show, “Morning Joe.” The move by MSNBC was made after an incident on Mr. Scarborough’s live broadcast on Monday, during which he uttered an obscenity [the F word] while trying to draw a contrast between Representative Rahm Emanuel, Senator Barack Obama’s selection for his White House chief of staff, and other aides to Mr. Obama....

MSNBC later issued the following statement:

Joe made a mistake this morning and apologized to his viewers immediately. As he noted, the language he used was completely inappropriate.

No, it was perfectly appropriate. What it was (and is) was (and is) not permitted.

Video here.

Sources for the above quotes, here and here, respectively.

Memo To The Fat Police: Stuff it!

The almost trillion-dollar fat-free industry, promoters of fat paranoia on a scale exceeded only by the extreme paranoia promoted by the crusading zealots — political, professional, and civilian — devoted to the secondhand smoke myth, needs to be exposed before it succeeds in robbing us totally of yet one more of life's greatest pleasures.

[We have been] told that fat [is] out of fashion and that eating fat made you fat. The food industry backed this claim with new products: reduced-fat, no-fat, fat-free. Everything fat-free came with a license to eat more and we did. And got fatter. By now we have been so long bombarded with fat-phobic fear mongering that much of it is considered accepted wisdom.

[...]

Fat, the fat we cook with and eat, is good for you.... Our bodies need fat. That's right — fat supports cellular growth, the immune system, the brain, and our hormone-producing endocrine system. We'd struggle to function without it. The low- and no-fat era of the last half century made us heavier, not healthier, and in the process has taken a lot of the pleasure from eating.

[...]

Fat in its natural state is not the enemy. You need it, and you love it. It makes all food taste better and even feel better. You crave it. The key is to use it well and to eat well.

Word!

RTWT here.

(Our thanks to the always indispensable Arts & Letters Daily for the link.)

A New Tragic Opera

A new tragic three-act opera the synopsis of which can be read hot from the Conservative librettist's trembling hands: L’Obama, ossia L’Avvento del Messia — Opera in Tre Atti.

The Sixties Wasn't All Bad

Since the 1962 appearance of the first entry in the now 22-movie series that constitutes the James Bond movie franchise, the focus, style, and content of the entries have slowly but inexorably devolved from the nicely detailed, winkingly humorous, cleverly plotted and peopled fantasy scenarios, and polished and debonair MCP-macho sophistication of the series's first three entries, all based loosely on the original Ian Fleming novels of the same names — Dr. No (1962), From Russia With Love (1963), and Goldfinger (1964) — into little more than bubblegum action flicks replete with wall-to-wall special effects; a non-stop array of unsmiling and in dead earnest car/boat chases, fisticuffs, shootouts, and things blowing up, the movies' flimsy, largely contrived, po-faced plots mere excuses for the non-stop array of unsmiling and in dead earnest car/boat chases, fisticuffs, shootouts, and things blowing up. In short, high-production-values Steven Seagal-Chuck Norris-type fare fit only for kiddies and morons, and all but unwatchable by anyone with an IQ larger than his belt size.

This was all brought home to us with special force by our viewing yesterday of the 44-year-old Goldfinger, the apotheosis of the early, classic Bond movie aesthetic and a movie we haven't seen in some 25 years or so, after viewing for the first time three of the newer Bond flicks back-to-back, courtesy of USA Network: Golden Eye (1995), Tomorrow Never Dies (1997), and The World Is Not Enough (1999).

One looks in vain in these latter-day Bond flicks for a plot as wickedly humorous and as cleverly fantastic as Goldfinger's plan to knock off Fort Knox. Or a villain as slick, cool, and calculating as Auric Goldfinger (Bond, strapped to a table of gold, and about to be sliced in half lengthwise from crotch to crown by a slowly moving, steel-cutting laser beam set in motion by Goldfinger, inquires of him, his eyes locked on the threatening laser beam and nervous sweat forming on his brow, "Do you expect me to talk?", to which Goldfinger replies coolly in a voice absent so much as a hint of anger or malice, "No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die."). Or a villain's sidekick as enigmatic, imperturbable, and as all but indestructible as Oddjob with his neat little hat trick. Or a villain's associate as extravagantly and big-haired lovely and with a name as female redolent as Pussy Galore; a name which on first hearing Bond responds to with a disbelieving, "I must be dreaming."

No, there's none of this to be found in these risible, overblown latter-day Bond flicks. No winking good humor here. They all take themselves terribly seriously, and expect us to do so as well.

Futile expectation. As if we Bond connoisseurs, all other considerations set aside, could get past the ultimate absurdity of these movie actors playing at being James Bond. We all know Sean Connery is James Bond, and these others merely inadequate, playacting imposters.

And so it goes.

Go Figure

In a nation virtually drowning in the cesspool that is pop culture the fetid miasma of which has invaded every nook and cranny of our culture, that fons et origo and nursery of much of that noxious pestilence, Los Angeles, is planning a ten-week festival to be held 15 April through 30 June 2010 dedicated to — wait for it! — Richard Wagner.

In what could be the region's most ambitious, broadest-based artistic endeavor since the 1984 Olympic Arts Festival, Los Angeles Opera will join forces with more than 50 Southern California arts and educational institutions to stage a 10-week festival in spring 2010 inspired by the opera company's upcoming production of Richard Wagner's epic Ring cycle.

The launch of Ring Festival L.A., which will include a variety of performances, symposiums, concerts, special exhibitions and film screenings, will be formally announced this morning by L.A. Opera General Director Plácido Domingo. Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa, county Supervisors Gloria Molina and Zev Yaroslavsky and philanthropist Eli Broad, whose $6-million foundation gift is underwriting the Ring, as well as a number of local arts representatives, are expected to attend.

Go figure.

RTWT here.

More Bad News From Academe

As if there already weren't bad news sufficient, here's more bad news from academe courtesy of a tenured professor.

Higher education for too many undergraduates at too many liberal arts colleges has become a puffy sofa nestled with down pillows. For a few bucks and in a few hours, students can take a test and learn that they are language disabled, or mathematically disabled, or for a few bucks more, both. Students increasingly ask me during advising sessions if a class is tough or hard, or if the professor assigns a lot of reading, because they need to “lighten their load.” “I want to take a class with Professor So-And-So. I have a lot on my mind, and I don’t want to stress out.” “Don’t worry,” I say, “you won’t.”

This comfy zone of mediocrity extends beyond the classroom. “Student life” largely serves to debilitate the notion of a genuine, deliberative, academic community. Rather than fuel cerebral discussions with activities for the mind, resident advisors and their adult supervisors plan activities that redefine anti-intellectualism. There is Sensitivity Day, Tolerance Day, and Wear [insert color here] Day, and a host of other events that are aimed at “inspiring.” Dorm life is supposed to be cool, fun and engaging. For me, it was simply a place to sleep.

RTWT here.

(Our thanks to ArtsJournal for the link.)

Finally!

[Note: This post has been updated (1) as of 11:48 AM Eastern on 29 Oct. See below.]

Finally! A major American MSM daily — the first to do so — grasps the ineluctability — and common good business sense — of what's been staring them and every other ink-on-paper daily in the country in the face for the past five years or so.

The Christian Science Monitor said Tuesday it will become the first national newspaper to drop its daily print edition and focus on publishing online, succumbing to the financial pressure squeezing its industry harder than ever.

Come April, the Boston-based general-interest paper — founded in 1908 and the winner of seven Pulitzer Prizes — will print only a weekend edition after struggling financially for decades, its editor announced Tuesday.

[...]

"Obviously, this is going to help with our costs, but it also enables us to put much more emphasis on the Web and basically put our reporting assets and our editorial assets where we think growth will be in a very tough industry in the future, which we think is the Web," said Editor John Yemma, who was The Boston Globe's multimedia editor before he moved to the Monitor in June.

RTWT here.


Update (11:48 AM Eastern on 29 Oct): More here.

Sound Of The Times

I had a revealing but fairly depressing experience recently; one that should have been neither revealing nor a surprise, but oddly — and somewhat interestingly — was.

A young, casual acquaintance of mine, an enthusiastic aficionado of classical music, knowing of my past history as a card-carrying audiophile, invited me to his home to audition his newly purchased and set up stereo system for which, he assured me, he had spared no expense in assembling the very best components available. Knowing how attached most audiophiles are to their equipment, and how sensitive they are on the subject, I tried firmly but gently to decline the invitation, but in the end my curiosity got the better of me, and I accepted.

Bad decision.

This young man (a late twentysomething) proved to be a true child of his era as I suppose are we all, for what he had assembled was, to not put too fine a point on it, a sonic horror; an exemplar of the MP3/iPod sensibility writ large and loud.

Although a concertgoer of some if not extensive experience, this young man seemed to have a total mental disconnect between the sound of live music in an acoustically first-rate concert hall and its reproduction via recording. What seemed most important to him, and what he was most excited about, in his newly set up stereo system was its ability to effortlessly achieve undistorted SPL levels on a par with those achieved in live performance in a concert hall, especially where it concerns frequencies below 125Hz, no matter how grotesque such SPL levels sound within the acoustic space of a home listening room. Overall accuracy of reproduction, including that elusive but all-important back-to-front transparent layering of acoustic perspective, was of little or no concern to him. While such unconcern makes no nevermind if what one is listening to is a reproduction of a performance by some rock-and-roll band, it simply won't do when a reproduction of a performance by even a small chamber group, much less a full symphony orchestra, is under consideration.

Within the first three minutes or so, I understood what I was dealing with, knew there was nothing for it, and decided my best and most prudent tactic was simply to affect to listen attentively and vaguely admiringly, and then make my exit as quickly as was politely practicable.

Given all in the world today one has to be depressed about, surely the deadening or absence of refined acoustic sensibilities where reproduced classical music is concerned ranks, or ought to rank, somewhere near the very bottom on the scale of importance.

But, somehow, it doesn't.

Gee, What A Surprise

We suppose this appalling report was intended to be a surprising and shocking revelation:

Among high-school students who graduated in the bottom 40 percent of their classes, and whose first institutions were four-year colleges, two-thirds had not earned diplomas eight and a half years later. That figure is from a study cited by Clifford Adelman, a former research analyst at the U.S. Department of Education and now a senior research associate at the Institute for Higher Education Policy. Yet four-year colleges admit and take money from hundreds of thousands of such students each year!

Even worse, most of those college dropouts leave the campus having learned little of value, and with a mountain of debt and devastated self-esteem from their unsuccessful struggles. Perhaps worst of all, even those who do manage to graduate too rarely end up in careers that require a college education. So it's not surprising that when you hop into a cab or walk into a restaurant, you're likely to meet workers who spent years and their family's life savings on college, only to end up with a job they could have done as a high-school dropout.

No surprise or shock whatsoever. Merely another ineluctable consequence of our mindlessly equalitarian postmodern culture.

Since the Sixties, a college "education" after graduation has, for most high school students, taken the place of a saner era's far more sensible and hugely more useful vocational school education; an education that would actually prepare most high school students for a life's work more suited to their intellectual capabilities, and of far more benefit to society as a whole. As it largely was in saner eras, a college education is, or ought to be, an undertaking reserved for a society's intellectual elite exclusively irrespective of that elite's ability to pay which last was, sadly, not often the case even in those saner eras the availability of scholarships notwithstanding.

Also not surprisingly, colleges themselves have exploited our culture's mindlessly equalitarian postmodern idiocy in respect of a college education for all. It's the money, of course. Idiots and geniuses pay the same, and there are far more idiots than geniuses. As the article concludes,

Colleges should be held at least as accountable as tire companies are. When some Firestone tires were believed to be defective, government investigations, combined with news-media scrutiny, led to higher tire-safety standards. Yet year after year, colleges and universities turn out millions of defective products: students who drop out or graduate with far too little benefit for the time and money spent. Not only do colleges escape punishment, but they are rewarded with taxpayer-financed student grants and loans, which allow them to raise their tuitions even more.

RTWT here.

(Our thanks to the always indispensable Arts & Letters Daily for the link.)

The Straw Man Cometh — Yet Once Again

Depending on one's mood at the moment, it's either annoying or comical to encounter one or both of the current favorite straw men set up by certain champions of pop culture in the so-called "Culture Wars" as it concerns so-called high and pop culture in the arts generally, and music in particular.

The first of these is the Graying Audience For Classical Music straw man (for a neat trashing of this straw man, see here); the second, the straw man of the flawed and ill-considered attempts by out-of-touch, old-fogey, snobbish high-culture types to "convert" younger people to their way of thinking about music. As one of the usual suspects, an indefatigable champion of pop culture, lately put this last:

Younger people (which by now means people 40 or younger...) don't make distinctions between high and popular culture, or at least not distinctions of value. That includes what used to be thought of as high culture values, like being thoughtful, noncommercial, deep, or (more simply) serious.

People in the older culture can ignore this, or try to fight it, but that's dangerous for them. They simply cut themselves off, not just from contemporary life, but from a lot of thoughtful, noncommercial, deep, and serious art. And if they're trying to make converts for high culture, than they lose bigtime, because their case won't seem plausible to the people they're trying to reach. It's a very bad strategy — obviously! — to go to smart, educated people, and say, "Listen to our music, because yours is trash."

The very notion that "people in the older culture" give so much as a rat's ass about "mak[ing] converts for high culture" among the "40 or younger" crowd (the "smart," "educated" young crowd referred to above, not the primary- and secondary-school young) is nothing short of risible. Other than misguided champions of pop culture, the only people who concern themselves with attempts at such purblind, circle-squaring exercises are well-paid marketing suits and the commercial and managerial high-culture interests who pay them to find ways to put more butts in seats.

Misguided champions of pop culture have the curious notion that it's somehow a bad thing to "make distinctions between high and popular culture" even though it's blazingly clear that not only are there clear distinctions between the two, but a vast gulf that, in one direction — from pop to high — is all but unbridgeable for the overwhelming majority of those who've not been specially schooled when very young to prepare them to be able to understand and appreciate the complexities of things high cultural, music in particular; complexities almost by definition all but totally absent from things inhabiting the pop cultural domain, again, music in particular.

One is sorely tempted to assign or speculate on the tendentious motives behind that perverse sort of thinking on the part of these misguided champions of pop culture. But identifying those motives would, ultimately, serve no useful purpose. It's more than sufficient to simply recognize the perversity and wrongheadedness of that thinking, and accordingly dismiss it from consideration entirely.

More On The Plain Dealer-Rosenberg Affair

Joshua Kosman, classical music critic of the San Francisco Chronicle, adds his voice to the virtual flood of critical commentary on the squalid Plain Dealer-Rosenberg affair, and it's the most trenchant commentary yet. Begins Mr. Kosman:

Newspaper writers know a lot of ways to lose our jobs. We can cut ethical corners by taking money or gifts from people we write about. We can plagiarize, invent sources, file stories from places we haven't been — the list goes on.

A couple of weeks ago Donald Rosenberg, the longtime and deeply respected classical music critic for the Cleveland Plain Dealer, found a new one. He attended concerts by the Cleveland Orchestra and wrote what he thought about them.

Now, you might suppose that that was more or less the job description, but you'd be wrong. Rosenberg's task, as his editors conceived it, was to attend concerts by the Cleveland Orchestra and write complimentary things about them — and particularly about the orchestra's music director, Franz Welser-Möst.

RTWT here.

(Our previous posts on this matter can be read here and here.)

What's Wrong With This Picture?

Ted Diadiun, ombudsman for Cleveland's The Plain Dealer, defends the decision by the newspaper's editor, Susan Goldberg, to remove classical music critic Donald Rosenberg from his 16-year post as the newspaper's principal classical music critic due Mr. Rosenberg's persistent criticism of Franz Welser-Möst, music director of the Cleveland Symphony Orchestra. Writes Mr. Diadiun:

Welser-Möst's contract extends to 2018. Rosenberg has made it clear, over and over, that he believes the conductor routinely fails to get the most out of the orchestra, a view he seems unlikely to change or mute. It is fair to wonder, then, whose interests would be served by 10 more years of unrelenting criticism on the same point. Just as we would not assign a book review to a critic who is already on the record as loathing a certain author's style or genre, is it reasonable to continue assigning a music critic to review performances by a conductor whose leadership he is unlikely ever to approve?

Critics are paid to criticize — and to praise when appropriate — the performance of the musicians, actors, cooks, authors, architects, linebackers and point guards they cover. Plain Dealer journalists have written critically about the Cleveland Clinic, the major sports teams, leaders in business and government, prosecutors and police chiefs and advertisers who annually spend millions of dollars with the newspaper. The objects of these critiques are not always pleased, and have often demanded that the writer be removed from the beat or fired.

Editor Goldberg, like Doug Clifton before her, always gives these people a hearing, as she should. Complaints about our coverage can and should cause editors to look more closely at what we're doing — but while such complaints are taken seriously, not one time did either of these editors ever take someone off a beat because of outside pressure.

Should we believe that, after standing up to angry industry leaders, county commissioners, advertisers and others on issues of journalistic principle, Goldberg would wither in front of some orchestra patrons?

I don't.

[italicized emphases ours]

You don't, do you?

We wonder if it's just possible that the reason that "not one time did either of [those] editors ever take someone off a beat because of outside pressure" in the cases cited had anything at all to do with the fact that had those editors dared to do so, they would never have gotten away with it with their general readership, not to even speak of earning the censure of their professional journalistic colleagues nationwide, once the word got out, but that firing a mere classical music critic from his post for expressing opinions unpopular with the powers that be at a prominent local arts institution is quite a different matter altogether.

Just wondering, is all.

RTWT here.

(For our earlier comments on Mr. Rosenberg's firing, see this post.)

Sounds Right To Us

[Note: This post has been updated (1) as of 1:08 PM Eastern on 23 Sep. See below.]

He may have just missed winning a well-deserved Pulitzer for his work, but the clearly more discerning MacArthur Foundation was not about to let him slip through its fingers.

[This year's] recipients [of the MacArthur Foundation's so-called "genius award"], who must be citizens or residents of the United States, join 756 who have been named fellows since 1981. Each gets $100,000 a year for five years, with no strings attached....

Most of the winners, who are singled out for their creativity and their potential for making important future contributions, are familiar primarily to experts in their own fields, although a few in the arts have reached larger audiences: for example, Alex Ross, 40, a music critic for The New Yorker and the author of a cultural history of 20th-century music, The Rest Is Noise....

Our warmest congratulations to Alex on his award of the fellowship.

RTWT here.


Update (1:08 PM Eastern on 23 Sep): Alex Ross answers four questions vis-à-vis his award of the MacArthur Foundation fellowship.

(Our thanks to Mysteries Abysmal for the link.)

Beyond Outrageous

[Note: This post has been updated (4) as of 1:24 AM Eastern on 30 Sep. See below.]

This is outrageous. No, beyond outrageous — way beyond.

Don Rosenberg, music critic at the Cleveland Plain Dealer for 16 years, was told yesterday by the paper's editor that he will no longer be covering the famed Cleveland Orchestra. He has been given the option of reviewing other musical events in town, as well as dance. Another writer at the paper, Zack Lewis, was told he will now be orchestra's reviewer.

[...]

Don's musical background is as good as it gets, his evaluations reasoned and sensitive. He has covered the Cleveland Orchestra for nearly three decades (including a stint with another area paper), and he's the author of the definitive book about that orchestra. So what did he do wrong? He has questioned, more than once, the sanctity of the Cleveland Orchestra's music director, Franz Welser-Möst, who started in 2002 and has had his contract renewed a couple times, the last extension taking him all the way to 2018. Don has judged that Welser-Möst is lacking in certain abilities in certain repertoire, that he doesn't necessarily get the best out of music or the eminent ensemble.

[...]

[A]pparently, some Cleveland Orchestra boosters can't accept any negative words about the music director. I imagine they dismiss as irrelevant the fact that the orchestra, while on tour, has been known to generate reviews by other critics expressing reservations about Welser-Möst. Of course, there's nothing that can be done about out-of-town naysayers, but there's always good old-fashioned lobbying that can be tried at home. That, it seems, has now been successful. The Plain Dealer has clearly caved into pressure from a faction representing the orchestra and the man on its podium.

If all true, both the publisher and the editor of the Plain Dealer, "Ohio's largest newspaper", ought to be tarred and feathered and run out of town on a rail. That sort of craven, editorial kowtowing to influential interests ought to be absolute anathema to any news publication, large or small, with any pretense to quality, integrity, and authority.

Bloody pimps!

RTWT here.


Update (1:56 AM Eastern on 24 Sep): We qualified our above closing comment by prefacing it with, "If all true...." Well, it now appears it's decidedly all true.

When the [Cleveland] orchestra announced in June that it had contracted the Austrian conductor [Welser-Möst] through the year 2018 — giving him 16 years on the Cleveland podium — The New York Times commented that the news might “surprise” some observers who feel that the conductor “has not lived up to his potential.”

Actually, the news surprised quite a few observers.... Rosenberg, too, was surprised, but he was told by his bosses that he could not express an opinion or write a column on the appointment; he could only report the facts.[!!]

Susan Goldberg, the newspaper’s editor since June of 2007, would not comment on her decision to reassign Rosenberg, calling it “an internal personnel move…we never talk about this kind of thing.” She also would neither confirm nor deny that she had been pressured by the orchestra to make the move; the newspaper’s current and immediate past publishers — Terrance E.Z. Egger and Alex Machaskee — both serve on the orchestra’s board of directors.

RTW squalid T here.

Update 2 (5:17 PM Eastern on 24 Sep): This gets more outrageous, seemingly with each passing day.

Rosenberg says the editor [Susan Goldberg, editor of Cleveland's The Plain Dealer since June of 2007] told him the "credibility of the paper is being compromised by [your] views," that he was being "unfair" to the orchestra, that he was "attacking them," and that it was an "untenable situation for the newspaper."

RTWT here.

Update 3 (1:44 PM Eastern on 25 Sep): Here's more on the matter, but nothing really new.

Update 4 (1:24 AM Eastern on 30 Sep): For a defense of this action by the ombudsman for The Plain Dealer and our response to same, see this post.

A Lesson From Hamlet And Macbeth

Blogger Molly Sheridan of Mind The Gap in a post a few days ago posed the question: "[P]utting aside the inter-movement consumptives for a moment, ambient concert noise: welcome sign of life in the hall or performance death knell?", in answer to which we replied in the post's comments section with just a smidge of snark:

Depends on what's being performed. If it's Cage or Stockhausen or stuff written by their acolytes, it could be a welcome sign of life in the hall. If, however, it's genuine music being performed, say Bach or Mozart, or...well, you know the list, then it's most decidedly a performance death knell.

Then, to Ms. Sheridan's follow-up question: "What's the most ridiculous concert noise you've had to endure?", we, with something more than a smidge of snark and with the intent of hammering home our point, replied (here spruced up just a smidge):

Well, it wasn't in a hall but at an outdoor concert at Philadelphia's Robin Hood Dell some time ago (1962) with the Philadelphia Orchestra with none other than Leopold Stokowski on the podium (famously its conductor for some 26 years, he hadn't conducted the orchestra since 1939 or so and was making a guest visit to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of his assumption of the orchestra’s leadership in 1912). Right in the middle of La Mer, if I remember correctly, a low-flying military helicopter began making its slow way over the Dell. Stokowsky stopped the performance in mid-paragraph, waited until all was silent, then began again — from the top. He had to do that three times during that performance.

And he was right, of course. Helicopters and Debussy just don't work together. Helicopters and Stockhausen, on the other hand....

Looking back on what we'd written, we retired from the comments thread feeling quite pleased with ourself for doing our small bit in making the case for music as distinct from noise — ambient and random, or created by design.

But then our thoughts turned to Slonimsky's Lexicon of Musical Invective and the language so often used by those disparaging the New Music of the time which music came to be viewed as great music by later times, and where one of the most frequently voiced charges was that that New Music was "noise, not music," and then thought of the often remarked phenomenon that everything written on the Internet is forever, which set us to wondering if perhaps that should give us pause to be so unequivocal in our judgments concerning certain New Music and of the works of certain icons of the New Music world.

Well, perhaps it ought to give us pause. But, then, as Hamlet remarked of conscience, such thinking doth make cowards of us all, and while we may fairly be accused of several less than stellar human traits, cowardice is not among them. And so we've determined to continue our incautious way in our judgments until either unexpectedly enlightened, proven wrong, or vindicated. For like Macbeth, we can do no better than to do all that becomes a man, secure in the knowledge that he who does more — or less — is none.

Damn!, She's Good

[Note: This post has been updated (1) as of 1:32 PM Eastern on 7 Sep. See below.]

We're not at all familiar with any of the operas cited in this first-rate piece by Washington Post chief classical music critic Anne Midgette, so have no idea how to assess her expressed opinions concerning each. But whether those opinions are spot-on or off-target vis-à-vis those particular operas, her analysis of opera and what's required to make it work or is for it the kiss of death as an artform is very much spot-on. To wit:

The problem — for many if not most composers [today] — is that dramatic expression is scary, and not at all hip.

"One of things that's been forgotten in music for a long time is the ability to be nakedly emotional," the composer David Lang said to me after he won the Pulitzer Prize earlier this year for The Little Match Girl Passion, an oratorio that was so nakedly emotional I mistook it for deliberate kitsch when I first heard it. Opera takes the emotional exposure one step further, saying serious things on a very big scale that positively invites parody (which is why everyone makes fun of opera singers). As a composer, you have to know what you're doing onstage, in theatrical terms, if you're going to make it work.

[...]

Stylistic melange alone is now taken as investing some measure of contemporaneity. What a few decades ago was slammed as lowbrow pastiche is today heralded as a visionary merging of disparate traditions (think Osvaldo Golijov). This kind of polyglot approach is certainly cited as a reason for praise by the many adherents of Douglas J. Cuomo's Arjuna's Dilemma....

[...]

It's easy on the ear, and very beguiling. I'm just not sure it's opera. Based on the Bhagavad-Gita, the piece depicts the hero Arjuna about to join battle against an army that includes family and friends; he turns to Krishna for guidance, and learns the secrets of the universe. This is thought-provoking, but not necessarily the stuff of theatrical drama; and while I enjoyed listening to it, particularly as the voices and styles wove together in the work's culmination, I wanted more emotional depth beyond the prettiness.

RTWT here.


Update (1:32 PM Eastern on 7 Sep): The above brought a curious response from a member of the Opera-L eMail list which response we reprint below as it's a neat example of selective misreading:

Anne Midgette is a knowledgeable critic in that her writing displays a strong background in literature, theatre and music. But she often lets her understanding of these raw materials of opera suffice to inform her opinions of opera performances and their value without becoming involved with the synthesis of these basic qualities of opera.

[...]

For example, she states that a composer whom she is reviewing has involved himself on a "formless wallow of feelings (and) is trying to shape (opera) through musical means alone". She then states that "you need more". Of course, at the outset, this statement is obviously true and needs not be restated, but the fact is that, regardless of the importance of the text and the story line, the music is the primary dramatic element in opera and all else falls into a less than important consideration. In short, it is the composer's music that 'carries the day' and that requires that the music is an organic outgrowth of the story and, consequently, the text of the opera. Any critical analysis of the opera must begin from the musical presentation and how it relates to the rest of the performance.

To which misreading we responded:

You've not quoted Ms. Midgette correctly. What she actually wrote was,

"I don't like everything [director Peter] Sellars has done myself, but I think his expertise has helped [composer John] Adams take his work a step beyond the formless wallow of feelings that [composer Michael] Nyman, in [his opera] 'Love Counts', is trying to shape through musical means alone. You need more."

Clearly, Ms. Midgette did NOT write what you paraphrased her as writing; viz., that Nyman was trying to "shape (opera) through musical means alone." What she wrote was that Nyman was "trying to shape through musical means alone" the "formless wallow of feelings" in his opera, "Love Counts".

That's not at all the same thing, is it. And if in fact Nyman was attempting to do just that, Ms. Midgette is correct. His attempt was exactly the wrong way to go about it.

To use the metaphor I've often used to describe the overall structure of opera as genuine _dramma per musica_, the core and substance of the drama resides within the music, the libretto and actions of the actors being the armature about which the drama is ordered. What Ms. Midgette is saying in her above is that the armature of Nyman's opera is faulty, and he's attempting to correct it by musical means alone, which is exactly the wrong way to go about it, and doomed to failure. To switch metaphors, that's like a physician attempting to fix broken bones in his patient's skeleton via the agency of the patient's vital organs. In taking that approach, what the physician will end up with is either a dead or permanently crippled patient.

New Audience For Classical Music Redux

[Note: This post has been updated (1) as of 1:07 AM Eastern on 5 Sep. See below.]

Musician and blogger David Preiser of Through These Ears tries his hand at addressing the now well-worn issue of attracting new audiences for classical music. Writes Mr. Preiser:

The language of the Standard Repertoire (I don't intend that as a pejorative, I swear) tends to be that of the European harmonies and structures of the late 18th Century through to the middle of the 20th. Yes, this is a gross generalization, but bear with me. When I say "harmonies and structures", I mean the shapes and colors and emotions of the language. These affect different people in different ways, depending on many personal things. In the end it's a personal perspective, and so much of life experience contributes to that.

The personal music experiences of today's younger generations tend to include far more that is over-amplified and distorted or strange-sounding, violent or ugly, or harsh and dissonant than in previous generations. The sounds that some Classical audiences reject are much more readily accepted by people who listen to other kinds of music.

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How many times have we heard that "Classical Music" is boring? Or, "That's too pretty, it's putting me to sleep", or other casual dismissals of 1000 years of music? As often as not, it's because they are only exposed to one of the "prettier" languages, and their own personal experience simply hasn't prepared them to understand it. That should be a familiar argument to anyone who cares about New Music.

Someone who is very into the grungier, more experimental sounds in rock or electronica will find many appealing sounds in contemporary works. But the same person who enjoys the purely electronic sounds coming out of IRCAM can just as easily run screaming from the room at the sound of a harpsichord. The language of one is familiar and enjoyable, the other is Lurch from The Addams Family.

What this means is that there are many more people for whom the language(s) of New Music won't be so alien after all. It's time to reach out to that audience.

Concludes Mr. Preiser:

It's time to give up for good the idea that the old school composers [i.e., composers of the standard concert rep] will lead the way to new school audiences. That doesn't mean that music isn't great, or that it should die out because new audiences dont care for it. Instead, it means that the path to the enjoyment of the Standard Rep. starts with the enjoyment of the New Rep.

We respectfully but adamantly disagree. Gaining a new and younger audience for classical music is NOT a matter of programming music more appealing to younger audiences. It's entirely a matter of being bluntly honest about the nature of classical music vis-à-vis other musics, and of cultivating a way of listening to music that's thoroughly alien to today's younger audiences; a way of listening that involves focused and close listening to complex music over relatively extended time spans (i.e., complex and extended compared with the relatively simplistic music and minutes-long time spans today's younger audiences are used to and comfortable with); a way of listening that, generally speaking, can be instilled only in the very young, and can be instilled only very rarely later in life.

As we wrote in 2004 in one of Sounds & Fury's inaugural posts, "An Audience For Classical Music":

During the past decade or so, one has read often of attempts made by various classical (or "serious", or "art") music entities — symphony orchestras, chamber groups, recital organizers, even opera companies — to gain a larger audience for their "product", and it's nothing short of depressing to observe that, virtually without exception, they've all, to greater or lesser degree, pursued a model that's not merely wrongheaded, but positively suicidal. That model, in keeping with the rabidly populist and promiscuously equalitarian Zeitgeist of our era, and using promotional techniques employed in the world of mass entertainment, has at its core the concept of reaching out to The People; or using less euphemistic and less generous terminology, prole pandering. While such a concept is perfectly appropriate and spot-on in the world of mass entertainment, it's an ultimate kiss of death in the world of classical music for the simple and should-be (but astonishingly, largely isn't) obvious reason that, much as one wishes it were not the case, classical music is not, nor has it ever been, nor will it ever even marginally be, an object of mass or even widespread appeal no matter how vigorously and assiduously it may be promoted. Classical music is, by its very nature, a fundamentally elite enterprise, and should never be viewed or promoted as anything other.

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The alpha and omega of it is that a hardcore audience for classical music can, in huge part, be created only by targeting the very young. If you fail to get 'em very young, you mostly don't get 'em at all.

And that targeting must begin with the pre-kindergarten young, and continue at least through early adolescence. Schools, both public and private, cannot do the job by themselves although they have their place in the campaign. Neither, strange to tell, can parents although they, too, have their place. In today's world, the single most important — overwhelmingly important — entity in the promotion of classical music is none other than the commercial media, cable and broadcast TV most especially, via its content, not via commercials, public service or paid-for. If classical music is not sold there, it will remain largely unsold no matter what else is done. Classical music must be made a part of the very air children breathe, and only the commercial media can accomplish that.

So, the answer is to give up the ineluctably doomed attempt to "convert" those young but already grown-up persons who presently have little or no understanding of and little or no interest in classical music, and concentrate all efforts on (you should pardon the term) "growing" a new audience for classical music by targeting the very young, and making classical music "part of the very air [they] breathe." As we concluded in our above linked 2004 post,

[It's] a long, hard road to travel, but an on-the-right-track — the only right track — beginning. Without a long-term commitment to the education of the very young, the classical music concert as we know it today (that is, neither adjusted, watered- nor dumbed-down in either content or presentation to accommodate the ignorant) will be doomed to the trash bin of history.

Update (1:07 AM Eastern on 5 Sep): Mr. Preiser responds in an update to his above linked post.

While we share Mr. Preiser's desire for a quick-fix solution to the problem of building a new and younger audience for classical music, we've never been able to come up with or discover one, and we cannot agree that Mr. Preiser's proposal constitutes such a solution either as a quick-fix or for the long term. Neither can we agree with Mr. Preiser's notion that for today's younger audiences, "the path to the enjoyment of the Standard Rep starts with the enjoyment of the New Rep." The enjoyment of the new rep with its "grungier, more experimental sounds" that echo the "over-amplified and distorted ... violent or ugly ... harsh and dissonant" sounds of the "personal experience" of that younger audience will almost never lead to an enjoyment of the music of, say, Monteverdi, or Purcell, or Bach, or Mozart, or Beethoven, or Brahms, or Prokofiev, but will, at very best, lead only to a desire to hear more of the same for no reason other than that it's an extension of the already familiar, "grungier" sounds of "their own personal experience." And that, we suggest, is no way to build an audience for classical music, quick-fix or long term.

Stuff White People Like: Classical Music

Though white people do not actually listen to classical music, they like to believe that they are the type of people who would enjoy it. You can witness this first hand by going to any classical performance at your local symphony where you will see literally dozens of white couples who have paid upwards of $80 for the right to dress up and sit in a chair for hours reading every word in the program.

After leaving the concert hall, white people will immediately begin telling everyone they know about how much they loved the performance and how they plan to “go more often.” This is because white people see little to no value enjoying classical music without recognition from other white people. This can be seen first hand by looking at the plaques and bricks around all opera houses: they are covered in white person names.

If a white person starts talking to you about classical music, it’s essential that you tread very lightly. This is because white people are all petrified that they will be exposed as someone who has only a moderate understanding of classical music.

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Therefore it is essential that even if you possess a massive amount of knowledge about classical music, do not share it with a white person regardless of how much they profess to love it. It’s a recipe for disaster and shame.

—From the blog, Stuff White People Like

RTWT here.

(Our thanks to Life's a Pitch for the link.)

Off-Message But Quotable Nevertheless

In the process of fashioning a more female-friendly world, we have created a culture that is hostile towards males, contemptuous of masculinity and cynical about the delightful differences that make men irresistible, especially when something goes bump in the night.

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The exemplar of the modern male is the hairless, metrosexualised man and decorator boys who turn heterosexual slobs into perfumed ponies. All of which is fine as long as we can dwell happily in the Kingdom of Starbucks, munching our biscotti and debating whether nature or nurture determines gender identity. But in the dangerous world in which we really live, it might be nice to have a few guys around who aren’t trying to juggle pedicures and highlights.

What's that? Who's the embittered male who wrote that Neanderthal screed? That would be columnist Kathleen Parker, and the above is an excerpt from her new book, Save the Males: Why Men Matter, Why Women Should Care.

Read the full excerpt here.

(Our thanks to the always indispensable Arts & Letters Daily for the link.)