We arrived in New York on a late flight on a Wednesday night. In a taxi at about 1:30 AM, we got stuck in some sort of traffic jam on the west side. The next morning, I went out; walking down our street, I immediately got pooped on by a pigeon. I do love New York!
Update; later in the week, on a Monday evening, we sat outside for a drink. On Tuesday evening, we emerged from one of our favorite places, the Brandy Library, to discover that it was snowing, hard, and blowing sideways. In April.
Sunday, 13 April 2014
Wednesday, 12 March 2014
World Class!
I do not want to be told I am "awesome", or to be asked if I am "stoked". This is what happened at a Vancouver International Jazz Festival concert last summer, where there was an opening emcee who did exactly that. Jazz is supposed to be "cool"; this was was high school cheerleading. The occasion was a concert by the wonderful pianist and composer Vijay Iyer; MacArthur award winner and now Harvard professor. I was pleased to hear Iyer perform in Vancouver, but I was not pleased to hear his performance marred but an awesomely bad sound system, painful to the ears. At a certain point, Iyer stopped to complain about the sound, and even asked that it be turned off, all to no avail. The morons were in charge. Given that it was the opening night of the Festival, I suppose excuses could be made. But this is not the way a "world class" jazz festival should be run.
Iyer's music is interesting to my ears; he combines both a very cerebral approach to music with a more visceral, populist streak. I later found out that one of the pieces he performed was a Michael Jackson tune; all I recognized was simplistic harmony; subject to some interesting rhythmic permutations.
My point here is that actual jazz has now approached the status of classical music in the North America. Rather than be simply presented to be appreciated on its own merits for both the curious and the well informed, it needs to be hyped up and broadened in its appeal to reach a larger audience. Hence a jazz festival needs to include large chunks of quasi-pop music to attract audiences, just like the Vancouver Symphony having its pops series. I don't really blame the Vancouver Jazz Festival for that; they have to do what it takes to survive. (The festival used to be supported generously by the DuMaurier tobacco company; when laws made that impossible, the festival lost a lot of its financial support.)
But that does not mean that we need to be treated like children when we go to a concert...
(This is an old post that I never actually posted....)
Iyer's music is interesting to my ears; he combines both a very cerebral approach to music with a more visceral, populist streak. I later found out that one of the pieces he performed was a Michael Jackson tune; all I recognized was simplistic harmony; subject to some interesting rhythmic permutations.
My point here is that actual jazz has now approached the status of classical music in the North America. Rather than be simply presented to be appreciated on its own merits for both the curious and the well informed, it needs to be hyped up and broadened in its appeal to reach a larger audience. Hence a jazz festival needs to include large chunks of quasi-pop music to attract audiences, just like the Vancouver Symphony having its pops series. I don't really blame the Vancouver Jazz Festival for that; they have to do what it takes to survive. (The festival used to be supported generously by the DuMaurier tobacco company; when laws made that impossible, the festival lost a lot of its financial support.)
But that does not mean that we need to be treated like children when we go to a concert...
(This is an old post that I never actually posted....)
Orfeo
No, not the Monteverdi opera, but the new novel by Richard Powers....
I have always enjoyed the novels of Richard Powers (I have read them all), and I was eager to read his latest because it is about a fictional composer in the second half of the 20th century. One of my cardinal rules for films and novels is to never read any books or see any films with composers or artists in them; they always get it wrong. I have to say that Powers pretty much gets it right. (Jean Echenoz's novel "Ravel" is also excellent.) Never have I read any novelist who comes so close to illuminating a possible state of mind of the composer.
Powers' novel is a biographical portrait of a composer who emerges in the 1950's, and in the course of his compositional life encounters many of the aesthetic trends and battles that have influenced the course of late 20th century music. Total serialism, the revolutions of John Cage, minimalism, neo-romanticsm, etc. take their turns in unsettling the mind of the protagonist; who, from his origins as a somewhat naive child prodigy succumbs repeatedly to the demands of each new aesthetic. (The professors of University of Illinois, that "Darmstadt-on-the Prairies", are portrayed as especially brutal.)
As with virtually all of Powers' novels, there are multiple simultaneous strands of narrative. In this case, he alternates between the narrative of composer's present day existence as a wanted biological terrorist and the narrative of his life. There is a third strand, which turns out to be tweets. How does a composer become a wanted biological terrorist? By pursuing a project very similar to that of the Canadian poet Christian Bök, who has spent the last ten years trying to encode a poem into DNA. (Google to find out details..)
Powers has a sentimental side which I don't always appreciate; he is after an apotheosis, which I admire, but which doesn't always resonate with me. His composer's artistic soul resonates most closely with Messaien's "Quartet for the End of Time", as I believe Power's must as well. One of the most moving sections of the book is a whole chapter on the origins and performance of the "Quartet...".
One striking feature of the book is a number of very detailed narrative descriptions of specific pieces of music, such as Messaien's "Quartet for the End of Time" and Reich's "Proverbs" While these descriptions (which go on for a number pages) are both accurate and evocative, I am not really sure what to make of them. Are they meant to recall the music one has already heard, or to give the reader a facsimile of the experience of actually hearing the music? But this problem is endemic to the application of prose to music, in any case.
I don't really know how this novel would resonate with a reader who is not well versed in the history of late 20th century music. Perhaps it would provoke he or she to seek out some of the music described. But, in any case, the book makes for fascinating reading.
I have always enjoyed the novels of Richard Powers (I have read them all), and I was eager to read his latest because it is about a fictional composer in the second half of the 20th century. One of my cardinal rules for films and novels is to never read any books or see any films with composers or artists in them; they always get it wrong. I have to say that Powers pretty much gets it right. (Jean Echenoz's novel "Ravel" is also excellent.) Never have I read any novelist who comes so close to illuminating a possible state of mind of the composer.
Powers' novel is a biographical portrait of a composer who emerges in the 1950's, and in the course of his compositional life encounters many of the aesthetic trends and battles that have influenced the course of late 20th century music. Total serialism, the revolutions of John Cage, minimalism, neo-romanticsm, etc. take their turns in unsettling the mind of the protagonist; who, from his origins as a somewhat naive child prodigy succumbs repeatedly to the demands of each new aesthetic. (The professors of University of Illinois, that "Darmstadt-on-the Prairies", are portrayed as especially brutal.)
As with virtually all of Powers' novels, there are multiple simultaneous strands of narrative. In this case, he alternates between the narrative of composer's present day existence as a wanted biological terrorist and the narrative of his life. There is a third strand, which turns out to be tweets. How does a composer become a wanted biological terrorist? By pursuing a project very similar to that of the Canadian poet Christian Bök, who has spent the last ten years trying to encode a poem into DNA. (Google to find out details..)
Powers has a sentimental side which I don't always appreciate; he is after an apotheosis, which I admire, but which doesn't always resonate with me. His composer's artistic soul resonates most closely with Messaien's "Quartet for the End of Time", as I believe Power's must as well. One of the most moving sections of the book is a whole chapter on the origins and performance of the "Quartet...".
One striking feature of the book is a number of very detailed narrative descriptions of specific pieces of music, such as Messaien's "Quartet for the End of Time" and Reich's "Proverbs" While these descriptions (which go on for a number pages) are both accurate and evocative, I am not really sure what to make of them. Are they meant to recall the music one has already heard, or to give the reader a facsimile of the experience of actually hearing the music? But this problem is endemic to the application of prose to music, in any case.
I don't really know how this novel would resonate with a reader who is not well versed in the history of late 20th century music. Perhaps it would provoke he or she to seek out some of the music described. But, in any case, the book makes for fascinating reading.
Monday, 10 March 2014
Alain Resnais
I was sad to hear of the death of director Alain Resnais last week. What can you say about a director who began directing films in the late 1940's, and whose penultimate film, made when he was 90 years old, was entitled (in the English translation) "You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet". It seemed like a good time to catch up on some of the films that I haven't seen, so I have been watching Resnais all week. Here are a few thoughts...
Resnais's reputation rests primarily on his first two films, "Hiroshima Mon Amour" and "Last Year at Marienbad", films that came out at the time of the first films of Godard, Truffaut, etc. He made films consistently after those films, but never with quite the same impact. For me, the films of Resnais are all about narrative and time, and are fascinating all through his career. His third film, "Muriel", is a fractured, disjunct narrative that takes place in the aftermath of the war of Algerian independence, with an austere and compelling modernist score by Hans Werner Henze. I prefer it to the first two films. I recently watched the 1990's fim, "Smoking/No Smoking", which features a complex, branching narrative, adapted from a set of plays by the English playwright Alan Ayckbourn. The story follows to a conclusion, and then "rewinds" to an earlier moment, and with an "ou bien...", the story follows a different possible outcome. It proceeds to do this many times! Here is a chart, found on the internet, which illuminates the structure of the film, with the various possible branches of the narrative:
Needless to say, this is not how they teach you to construct a screenplay in Hollywood.
The film has never been released on DVD in North America. Resnais is also a lover of theatrical artifice; thus the film is made entirely in a studio, and all the parts are played by two actors (but without any fancy film effects). But ultimately the film is very human, as we ponder the possible fates of all the characters; it almost feels more real to know of all the different permutations of fate.
Another film I saw recently was "Life Is a Bed of Roses" (the English translation of the title). This film constantly shifts between three narratives; one is about a very rich madman around the time of World War I, who decides to build a some kind temple of happiness, and drugs his willing friends to reprogram their minds. The second involves a hilarious educator's conference in contemporary times, taking place in the same building, with much discussion about the role of imagination in young children's education by badly misinformed educators. The third seems to involve some imaginary fairy tale world, with painted on glass sets. The other striking thing is that characters switch back and forth from talking to singing now and then. It's not a musical, and the convention of characters bursting into song at song-worthy moments is not observed. Rather, they just sometimes sing their lines instead of saying them. Again, not a recipe for audience involvement. The cast includes the late Cathy Berberian, known for her innovative singing in Luciano Berio's compositions.
The essential element in most of Resnais's films is a narrative paradox of some kind, "Last Year at Marienbad" being the most famous example. People have spent a lot of time trying to figure out what is going on in that movie; I believe Resnais has somewhere said that it can't be explained. Sometimes the paradox is overt, and at other times, you only realize the paradox when you think very carefully after you have seen the film.
(The contemporary Korean film director Hong Sang-soo works very much in the same vein; in one of his films we see the same story twice, once from the woman's point of view, and once from the man's.)
Resnais's reputation rests primarily on his first two films, "Hiroshima Mon Amour" and "Last Year at Marienbad", films that came out at the time of the first films of Godard, Truffaut, etc. He made films consistently after those films, but never with quite the same impact. For me, the films of Resnais are all about narrative and time, and are fascinating all through his career. His third film, "Muriel", is a fractured, disjunct narrative that takes place in the aftermath of the war of Algerian independence, with an austere and compelling modernist score by Hans Werner Henze. I prefer it to the first two films. I recently watched the 1990's fim, "Smoking/No Smoking", which features a complex, branching narrative, adapted from a set of plays by the English playwright Alan Ayckbourn. The story follows to a conclusion, and then "rewinds" to an earlier moment, and with an "ou bien...", the story follows a different possible outcome. It proceeds to do this many times! Here is a chart, found on the internet, which illuminates the structure of the film, with the various possible branches of the narrative:
Needless to say, this is not how they teach you to construct a screenplay in Hollywood.
The film has never been released on DVD in North America. Resnais is also a lover of theatrical artifice; thus the film is made entirely in a studio, and all the parts are played by two actors (but without any fancy film effects). But ultimately the film is very human, as we ponder the possible fates of all the characters; it almost feels more real to know of all the different permutations of fate.
Another film I saw recently was "Life Is a Bed of Roses" (the English translation of the title). This film constantly shifts between three narratives; one is about a very rich madman around the time of World War I, who decides to build a some kind temple of happiness, and drugs his willing friends to reprogram their minds. The second involves a hilarious educator's conference in contemporary times, taking place in the same building, with much discussion about the role of imagination in young children's education by badly misinformed educators. The third seems to involve some imaginary fairy tale world, with painted on glass sets. The other striking thing is that characters switch back and forth from talking to singing now and then. It's not a musical, and the convention of characters bursting into song at song-worthy moments is not observed. Rather, they just sometimes sing their lines instead of saying them. Again, not a recipe for audience involvement. The cast includes the late Cathy Berberian, known for her innovative singing in Luciano Berio's compositions.
The essential element in most of Resnais's films is a narrative paradox of some kind, "Last Year at Marienbad" being the most famous example. People have spent a lot of time trying to figure out what is going on in that movie; I believe Resnais has somewhere said that it can't be explained. Sometimes the paradox is overt, and at other times, you only realize the paradox when you think very carefully after you have seen the film.
(The contemporary Korean film director Hong Sang-soo works very much in the same vein; in one of his films we see the same story twice, once from the woman's point of view, and once from the man's.)
Thursday, 16 January 2014
Sublime Comedy
While in New York at Christmas we managed to see two sublime Shakespearian comedies (in spite of the law which mandates that only Messiahs and Nutcrackers can be performed between Dec 15 and December 30). The first was the Globe Theatre's production of "The Twelfth Night", featuring an all male cast, and done with live music of the period and authentic musical instruments. The play was so well directed and acted that you soon forgot that the women were played by men, except in the case of Viola, of course, who is a man playing a women acting as a man... When the play was over, I had the sounds of Elizabethan English resonating in my ears; everything else sounded prosaic. Mark Rylance as Olivia was particularly remarkable and convincing as a woman in love; I don't know how he does it.
The second sublime Shakespearian experience was the Met's new production of Verdi's Falstaff, conducted by James Levine. The opera itself is unique; a comedy by Verdi that moves with great speed and agility through the libretto by Boito, adapted from Shakespeare. It is practically aria-free; to my warped ears it sounded more like the vocal music of Eliot Carter in its mercurial sensibility and intricate ensembles. The cast was superb, and, needless to say, the Met orchestra under James Levine was continually entrancing.
The second sublime Shakespearian experience was the Met's new production of Verdi's Falstaff, conducted by James Levine. The opera itself is unique; a comedy by Verdi that moves with great speed and agility through the libretto by Boito, adapted from Shakespeare. It is practically aria-free; to my warped ears it sounded more like the vocal music of Eliot Carter in its mercurial sensibility and intricate ensembles. The cast was superb, and, needless to say, the Met orchestra under James Levine was continually entrancing.
Friday, 20 December 2013
Queensboro Bridge
As I have been walking all the East River bridges, it was now time to do the Queensboro Bridge. Not the most exciting of bridges, really, but worth the trip. I have ridden over it countless times, and viewed it many times from the Roosevelt Island Tramway, but never walked across it. I began on the East Side, where traffic going on to the bridge remains supreme.
I saw this:
A Jackson Pollock? Pigeon poop on the sidewalk...
The bridge itself is not great for walking; on one side of the pedestrian path are the constant fumes and noise of traffic, and on the other side, a high chain link fence which obscures the view. One thing I did notice, though, was the color; I had always assumed that the bridge was a sooty black; it is actually painted tan and purple.
The bridge is definitely in the Erector Set style. And what appears to be a very orderly structure from a distance becomes very confused and disorderly when viewed at an angle and close up.
Some of the bridge, is held together by some form of duct tape...
Many years ago, we used to live on Roosevelt Island, and we had a view looking out over the big Con Ed plant. It's still there:
When you get to Queens, the subway line comes up from out of the ground and you get three colors.
Otherwise, this area of Queens nondescript; I quickly got on the subway back to Manhattan.
I saw this:
A Jackson Pollock? Pigeon poop on the sidewalk...
The bridge itself is not great for walking; on one side of the pedestrian path are the constant fumes and noise of traffic, and on the other side, a high chain link fence which obscures the view. One thing I did notice, though, was the color; I had always assumed that the bridge was a sooty black; it is actually painted tan and purple.
The bridge is definitely in the Erector Set style. And what appears to be a very orderly structure from a distance becomes very confused and disorderly when viewed at an angle and close up.
Some of the bridge, is held together by some form of duct tape...
Many years ago, we used to live on Roosevelt Island, and we had a view looking out over the big Con Ed plant. It's still there:
When you get to Queens, the subway line comes up from out of the ground and you get three colors.
Otherwise, this area of Queens nondescript; I quickly got on the subway back to Manhattan.
Thursday, 31 October 2013
Music of the 1920's
We heard Vancouver's excellent Turning Point Ensemble in a concert the other day of music from 1920's Europe. There were two highlights from the concert. The first, the Suite from Kurt Weill's "Threepenny Opera", was familiar, but an absolute joy to hear performed live with such skill and precision. All Weill's seductive melodies were heard in their very distinctive orchestrations, and the clarity with which Weill makes his subtle disjunct permutations of these tunes is wonderful. The other highlight was an unfamiliar piece, a concerto for String Quartet and Wind Orchestra by Erwin Schuloff. The idea of the piece, to begin with, is quirky; such ensemble would normally be considered quite impossible to balance. But Schuloff makes it work, and the results are always musically intriguing. One of the movements ends in a chord for string harmonics with contrabassoon, for example. Equally unfamiliar to me was the early Hindemith Kammermusik No. 1, which was bristling with energy and musical invention.
The concert was marketed under the rubric of forbidden music, i.e. that which the Nazis suppressed. The case of Schuloff, who died in a concentration camp, is indeed a case where the Nazi suppression succeeded; contemporary music has a hard enough time being heard without any suppression and I think if Schuloff had managed to emigrate and survive, his reputation as a great composer of the 20th century would have ensued.
It was a great concert; a perfect example of innovative and interesting programming.
The concert was marketed under the rubric of forbidden music, i.e. that which the Nazis suppressed. The case of Schuloff, who died in a concentration camp, is indeed a case where the Nazi suppression succeeded; contemporary music has a hard enough time being heard without any suppression and I think if Schuloff had managed to emigrate and survive, his reputation as a great composer of the 20th century would have ensued.
It was a great concert; a perfect example of innovative and interesting programming.
Thursday, 17 October 2013
Midsummer Night's Dream
I went to hear Britten's opera "Midsummer Night's Dream" at the Met. I have very little aquaintance with the music of Britten, having been in graduate school in music during the period when Britten was not to be mentioned. I have also composed several scores based on the play, so I had additional incentive to hear it. The most successful musical versions, though, have been those with mostly incidental music (Purcell and Mendelssohn), and not full settings with the play as libretto. Unlike Ades' version of the Tempest, Britten uses the original text, with judicious cuts.
I enjoyed the opera, though, for me, Britten still does not speak to me personally. Like the play, the opera combines contrasting moments of magic, love, and burlesque. There are some very intriguing moments, especially in the magical parts; but then we get into moments of music-hall farce. I never get tired, though, of hearing the Met orchestra. Britten's orchestration is often very delicate, and hearing every detail is a delight.
The production is brightly colorful without being particularly striking in any way.
It's not every day that you see a countertenor (Oberon) in a flashy chartreuse suit:
I enjoyed the opera, though, for me, Britten still does not speak to me personally. Like the play, the opera combines contrasting moments of magic, love, and burlesque. There are some very intriguing moments, especially in the magical parts; but then we get into moments of music-hall farce. I never get tired, though, of hearing the Met orchestra. Britten's orchestration is often very delicate, and hearing every detail is a delight.
The production is brightly colorful without being particularly striking in any way.
It's not every day that you see a countertenor (Oberon) in a flashy chartreuse suit:
Monday, 14 October 2013
Textiles and Ligeti
I went to the Metropolitan Museum, both to hear a concert by the ensemble "Alarm Will Sound" and to see art.
The show "Interwoven Globe", an exhibit of textiles from around the world between 1500 and 1800, was both fascinating and a great visual treat. The fascination for me was in the cross-global pollination of ideas and techniques. For example, one hanging, "The Abduction of Helen" (of Troy) was a depiction of an ancient Greek story, created by Chinese artisans for the Portuguese market. The embroiderers worked from European visual models, but also incorporated elements from Chinese weaving. In addition there were painted sections, done by Chinese artists who had been trained in Japan by Jesuits! Talk about globalism and multiculturalism....
Here it is: click to enlarge (It is about 15 feet wide in the original):
Other examples were equally complex in global connections, adding Iran, Turkey, and Latin America into the mix.
Here is another one, as described on the Met's website:
This tapestry was produced by highly skilled Andean weavers. Its diverse iconography reflects the range of sources and ideas that informed the intellectual framework of colonial Andean society. Along with scenes from the Old Testament, classical Greek mythology, and local daily life, the amorphous central blue shape seems to reinterpret a Chinese symbol. At top left, three horsemen (possibly representing the Magi) wear European-style garments; above their heads is the enigmatic phraseMoussom Nessept. Although the precise meaning is unknown, moussom may relate to the Arabic mawsim, referring to trade winds that are favorable for sailing.
(I have to say the the Met's website is exemplary, with easy access to high resolution images and information.)
After viewing this exhibition and a quick look at the Balthus (which is too creepy for my taste..), I wandered through the Met and had a light dinner in the cafeteria before going to a 7 PM concert. This was my first time at an evening at the Met, and the atmosphere was very nice; less crowded and noisy than during the day. And there is something to be said for being able to peruse ancient Egyptian art while waiting for a concert to start.
The concert, performed by the ensemble Alarm Will Sound, was excellent. They played a early Thomas Ades piece, "Living Toys", which is almost hyperactive in its rapid juxtaposition of contrasting materials. It is orchestrated to the hilt. I also heard a kind of Ivesian quality to the piece, with its jarring quotations and juxtapositions. Which made even more sense when the next piece on the program was Ives, one of his crazy ragtime pieces for ensemble. The highlight, though, was the Ligeti "Chamber Concerto" from 1969 or so. To hear all of Ligeti's inventive sonic textures live was treat. The concert ended with another Ives ragtime piece, even crazier than the previous one.
The show "Interwoven Globe", an exhibit of textiles from around the world between 1500 and 1800, was both fascinating and a great visual treat. The fascination for me was in the cross-global pollination of ideas and techniques. For example, one hanging, "The Abduction of Helen" (of Troy) was a depiction of an ancient Greek story, created by Chinese artisans for the Portuguese market. The embroiderers worked from European visual models, but also incorporated elements from Chinese weaving. In addition there were painted sections, done by Chinese artists who had been trained in Japan by Jesuits! Talk about globalism and multiculturalism....
Here it is: click to enlarge (It is about 15 feet wide in the original):
Other examples were equally complex in global connections, adding Iran, Turkey, and Latin America into the mix.
Here is another one, as described on the Met's website:
This tapestry was produced by highly skilled Andean weavers. Its diverse iconography reflects the range of sources and ideas that informed the intellectual framework of colonial Andean society. Along with scenes from the Old Testament, classical Greek mythology, and local daily life, the amorphous central blue shape seems to reinterpret a Chinese symbol. At top left, three horsemen (possibly representing the Magi) wear European-style garments; above their heads is the enigmatic phraseMoussom Nessept. Although the precise meaning is unknown, moussom may relate to the Arabic mawsim, referring to trade winds that are favorable for sailing.
(I have to say the the Met's website is exemplary, with easy access to high resolution images and information.)
After viewing this exhibition and a quick look at the Balthus (which is too creepy for my taste..), I wandered through the Met and had a light dinner in the cafeteria before going to a 7 PM concert. This was my first time at an evening at the Met, and the atmosphere was very nice; less crowded and noisy than during the day. And there is something to be said for being able to peruse ancient Egyptian art while waiting for a concert to start.
The concert, performed by the ensemble Alarm Will Sound, was excellent. They played a early Thomas Ades piece, "Living Toys", which is almost hyperactive in its rapid juxtaposition of contrasting materials. It is orchestrated to the hilt. I also heard a kind of Ivesian quality to the piece, with its jarring quotations and juxtapositions. Which made even more sense when the next piece on the program was Ives, one of his crazy ragtime pieces for ensemble. The highlight, though, was the Ligeti "Chamber Concerto" from 1969 or so. To hear all of Ligeti's inventive sonic textures live was treat. The concert ended with another Ives ragtime piece, even crazier than the previous one.
Sunday, 13 October 2013
Stravinsky, Hindemith, Webern
Which orchestra in New York has played pieces like Webern's "Symphony" and his "Concerto", Stravinsky's "Symphony in Three Movements" and his Huxley "Variations" in the last year, multiple times?
The answer is the New York City Ballet Orchestra, playing live with the choreography of George Balanchine. In fact, one could say that Balanchine remains the major advocate for twentieth century orchestral music in New York.
I heard and saw an amazing program at the New York City Ballet as part of their "Black and White" series; which means just music and movement; no sets and simple leotard costumes. The highlight for me was the piece "Episodes", choreographed, in order, to Webern's "Symphony", "Five Pieces" op. 10, "Concerto" op. 24, and his arrangement of the Bach "Ricercar". I was incredibly moved to see what Balanchine had done with this music which I love so much; the choreography was subtle, inventive, and always consistent with the spirit of Webern's music. It's impossible to describe. I feel very lucky to be on a planet where I can go with 2,000 other people on a Sunday afternoon and hear these pieces.
The other 3 pieces on the program were exciting as well. A piece which was new to me was "The Four Temperaments", choreographed to a Hindemith score of the same name for piano and strings. I had not heard the music before. (Hindemith wrote many interesting pieces, especially early in his career, but his reputation suffers badly from some of the more pedantic and academic pieces he wrote. Not to mention those of us who suffered through his "Elementary Training For Musicians") The music works in an incredibly intricate way with the choreography, the dialogues between the piano and the strings being contrasted with various formations of soloists and groups.
I also love the "Duo Concertante", where Balanchine consistently subverts or expectations by having the dancers stop dancing and go stand around the piano and listen to the music. And the "Symphony in Three Movements" is always exhilarating.
Balanchine is an extraordinary artist; he really deserves to be on the same 20th century pedestal with people like Stravinsky and Picasso.
For further information, the New York Times was as excited as I was..
New York Times Review
The answer is the New York City Ballet Orchestra, playing live with the choreography of George Balanchine. In fact, one could say that Balanchine remains the major advocate for twentieth century orchestral music in New York.
I heard and saw an amazing program at the New York City Ballet as part of their "Black and White" series; which means just music and movement; no sets and simple leotard costumes. The highlight for me was the piece "Episodes", choreographed, in order, to Webern's "Symphony", "Five Pieces" op. 10, "Concerto" op. 24, and his arrangement of the Bach "Ricercar". I was incredibly moved to see what Balanchine had done with this music which I love so much; the choreography was subtle, inventive, and always consistent with the spirit of Webern's music. It's impossible to describe. I feel very lucky to be on a planet where I can go with 2,000 other people on a Sunday afternoon and hear these pieces.
The other 3 pieces on the program were exciting as well. A piece which was new to me was "The Four Temperaments", choreographed to a Hindemith score of the same name for piano and strings. I had not heard the music before. (Hindemith wrote many interesting pieces, especially early in his career, but his reputation suffers badly from some of the more pedantic and academic pieces he wrote. Not to mention those of us who suffered through his "Elementary Training For Musicians") The music works in an incredibly intricate way with the choreography, the dialogues between the piano and the strings being contrasted with various formations of soloists and groups.
I also love the "Duo Concertante", where Balanchine consistently subverts or expectations by having the dancers stop dancing and go stand around the piano and listen to the music. And the "Symphony in Three Movements" is always exhilarating.
Balanchine is an extraordinary artist; he really deserves to be on the same 20th century pedestal with people like Stravinsky and Picasso.
For further information, the New York Times was as excited as I was..
New York Times Review
Friday, 11 October 2013
Voluptuous Microtones
I went to hear a concert of the music of the Austrian composer Georg Haas at Miller Theatre. It was extraordinary. I was unfamiliar with his music before this concert, and now I am eager to hear more. The most distinguishing feature of his music is the use of all kinds of microtones; just intonation, overtone series, quarter tones, you name it. But all of this is in service of obtaining some absolutely beautiful sonorities; you really feel like you have landed on some other, different planet where they never were limited to the tempered scale. His sonic imagination is truly amazing. But Haas' sensibility is a very traditional one, though; these sonorities are used to build up great masses of sound and climaxes which are almost Wagnerian in expression. In texture, the music most closely resembles that of Scelsi; sonorites are sustained and juxtaposed, and the language is basically harmonic and timbral.
The major work on the program, "Atthis", a cantata for mezzo and eight instruments, is a moving work in the European art music tradition. Using texts from Sappho, it is extremely expressive in a very traditional sense. Usually, microtones sound like out of tune playing to me; but, in this music, it all seems very natural and convincing. Needless to say, the piece is extremely difficult to perform, especially for the singer. I thought the performances were fantastic. Brad Lubman conducted the Ensemble Signal, and the singer was Rachel Calloway.
The first work on the program "tria ex uno", for small ensemble, starts as a straightforward arrangement of a short fragment from Josquin. The second short section turns that fragment into something like Webern's arrangement of Bach. The third, and longest part takes the Josquin into Hass' microtonal world in an entirely convincing and expressive manner.
The major work on the program, "Atthis", a cantata for mezzo and eight instruments, is a moving work in the European art music tradition. Using texts from Sappho, it is extremely expressive in a very traditional sense. Usually, microtones sound like out of tune playing to me; but, in this music, it all seems very natural and convincing. Needless to say, the piece is extremely difficult to perform, especially for the singer. I thought the performances were fantastic. Brad Lubman conducted the Ensemble Signal, and the singer was Rachel Calloway.
The first work on the program "tria ex uno", for small ensemble, starts as a straightforward arrangement of a short fragment from Josquin. The second short section turns that fragment into something like Webern's arrangement of Bach. The third, and longest part takes the Josquin into Hass' microtonal world in an entirely convincing and expressive manner.
Thursday, 10 October 2013
Health Care and Guns
As I flew across the US from Vancouver to New York during the time of the US government shutdown and the hostage taking by Republicans in Congress, I was thinking about the strangeness of the US, with the obsession with guns and now the obsession with avoiding health care. (I had lots of time to think, with my plane delayed three hours, missed connections, lost luggage, etc.) And it suddenly occurred to me, health care must be Un-American. Real Americans don't go to doctors, they tough it out. Doctors are for wimps and losers and those who can't take care of themselves. When John Wayne was riding his horse to go out and kill Indians, did he stop to check to see if he had health insurance before he went? No! He had a gun, so anything that could harm him, he could deal with with a gun. So if you have a gun, you don't need health care!
(Many years ago, I once saw a bumper sticker that said "The West wasn't won with registered guns".)
Magritte at MOMA
I saw the Magritte show at MOMA. Magritte is one of those painters whose images are instantly familiar and recognizable as Magritte. In fact, to me they seem so familiar that I have trouble getting beyond the fact that what I see is a Magritte. I was hoping that a large show would give me a better insight, but it didn't really happen. The most interesting parts were the early collages, where you see him experimenting with the same images he ended up using in a lot of his painted pictures. Ultimately, I found that his paintings recycle the same motives over and over again; thus there are numerous variations on the "Ceci N'Est Pas une Pipe" motive. Seeing the paintings in person didn't do much for me, they don't really look the different than the reproductions, to my eyes.
I did notice one phenomenon in the very crowded exhibit. As I was trying to look at a large painting, I counted four people standing in front of the painting. None of them were looking at the painting; all of them were squinting at their little gadgets, trying to start up the commentary or whatever. Not good.
(Perhaps some future enterprising artist will come up with a show that is nothing but blank spaces on the walls, except for little numbers that tell you which which file on your gadget to access for words and images. Putting things on walls is so outdated.)
Trying to find images at MOMA's website makes my internet browser crash...
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SCREENSHOT OF MAGRITTE PAINTING
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I did notice one phenomenon in the very crowded exhibit. As I was trying to look at a large painting, I counted four people standing in front of the painting. None of them were looking at the painting; all of them were squinting at their little gadgets, trying to start up the commentary or whatever. Not good.
(Perhaps some future enterprising artist will come up with a show that is nothing but blank spaces on the walls, except for little numbers that tell you which which file on your gadget to access for words and images. Putting things on walls is so outdated.)
Trying to find images at MOMA's website makes my internet browser crash...
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SCREENSHOT OF MAGRITTE PAINTING
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Godard in 3D
Last night we went to a showing of the film "3X 3D" at the Vancouver Film Festival. The film was a collection of three short films, commissioned by the Portuguese city of Guimares, directed by Godard, Greenaway, and Pera (a Portuguese director).
Godard's dog!
The Godard episode was something extraordinary, in his very late style; a dense collage of spoken aphorisms, musical excerpts, sounds, excerpts from films, still images, etc. which resists any kind of interpretation that I know of. Incomprehensible, in the best sense; I think he is pushing the limits of what we can perceive in the cinema, and forcing us to rethink how we perceive.
A few days later, I was at the Neue Galerie in New York to see their show of early Kandinsky. As I sat in a room surrounded by the wildly colorful canvases that Kandinsky made in his very beginning abstract period, I wondered what people made of them back then. For a world where representational painting was the only kind of painting, they must have been both shocking and incomprehensible; people did not know how to look at the canvases. I feel that way about the Godard; I need to look and listen to film in a different way to understand it. So, for the moment, I am content to let it wash over me.
A few days later, I was at the Neue Galerie in New York to see their show of early Kandinsky. As I sat in a room surrounded by the wildly colorful canvases that Kandinsky made in his very beginning abstract period, I wondered what people made of them back then. For a world where representational painting was the only kind of painting, they must have been both shocking and incomprehensible; people did not know how to look at the canvases. I feel that way about the Godard; I need to look and listen to film in a different way to understand it. So, for the moment, I am content to let it wash over me.
(Screenshots should be in 3D, but, luckily, the internet is not in 3D yet.)
Godard's dog!
The Greenaway episode was completely different, taking full advantage of 3D technology. It was one continuous shot moving through space and time around an old church. People, written texts, and objects were flying around everywhere in a dense visual collage. And, for once, the sonic collage was equally inventive; snippets of classical music from different eras moved in and out, along with a jumble of voices and other sounds. Candy for the eye and ear!
I have no idea what these colored spheres are about, but it was fun to watch them move about it 3D space.
The other episode shall not be spoken of.
I have no idea what these colored spheres are about, but it was fun to watch them move about it 3D space.
The other episode shall not be spoken of.
Sunday, 22 September 2013
High Alpine
While we really don't have that much going on culture-wise in Vancouver, we do have high mountains. So on what the weather service was calling "the last day of summer", we made the 2 hour drive up to the "resort municipality" of Whistler. Whistler is indeed that; it is a town entirely created with the idea of entertaining its visitors, primarily through outdoor recreational activities. And, of course, extracting as many dollars as possible from those visitors. Just like Las Vegas, only with skiing, mountain biking, hiking, etc. replacing gambling as the major pretexts for visiting. But for those of us of a certain age when we can no longer manage 10 hour hikes into the wilderness, the Whistler gondola represents an easier way to get up into the high alpine landscape. (Many years ago, while staying in Switzerland, I used to take the Swiss postal buses up to the small villages in the high Alps, and hike higher from there.) So we took the gondola and chairlift up to the peak of Whistler Mountain on what was a hot and completely cloudless day. The landscape is magnificent; glacier-topped peaks in every direction, and rocky landscapes with bits of alpine vegetation here and there. We did a few hours of hiking and ambling about. And, at the end of the day, we drove back home to Vancouver.
Pictures (Click to enlarge):
Black Tusk mountain:
This lake is not on any marked trail; it looks like paradise to me.
There was still lots of snow leftover, even in September.
The view from the Peak to Peak Gondola. You don't want to be looking down.
Pictures (Click to enlarge):
Black Tusk mountain:
This lake is not on any marked trail; it looks like paradise to me.
There was still lots of snow leftover, even in September.
The view from the Peak to Peak Gondola. You don't want to be looking down.
Thursday, 5 September 2013
Cloud Atlas
I finally caught up with the movie, "Cloud Atlas". I have always been a great fan of David Mitchell's novels, starting with "Ghostwritten", which I heard about when A.S.Byatt declared it her favorite book of the year in the TLS. So I was intrigued when I read about the Wachowski-Twyker film adaptation. Normally, one of my cardinal rules of film going is to never see a film made from a good book. (A film made from a bad book is a different story.) A filmed version can never compete with what our imagination creates from an author's words, and the result is usually some sort of paint-by-numbers version of the book. But the film-maker's strategy in this case was too audacious to ignore. Taking Mitchell's six stories, which are told in a kind of palindromic, Russian doll sequence in the novel, and telling them all concurrently is a brilliant idea. Simply put, viewing the film requires you to have six simultaneous narratives in your head, each set in an entirely different era. Once it gets going, the film shifts abruptly from one story to the other in brilliant feats of editing, so that in the middle of a sci-fi action scene, you are suddenly in an scene on a 19th century ship, with no transitional devices whatsoever. Six part polyphony! This is fun, and really subverts the standard Hollywood notions of editing and storytelling. It also brings to mind D.W. Griffiths equally audacious classic of parallel storytelling, "Intolerance", whose ending features the narrative climax of four different narratives in four different epochs. So all of this narrative excitement makes up for the frequent stretches of risible dialogue, bad acting, and silly prosthetics that litter the film. (Another cardinal rule of mine is to never see a film which has a classical composer as a character.) The film makers, like D.W. Griffith before them, are trying to do something very ambitious: whether they succeed or not is almost besides the point.
The East Village
I had run out of ancestral homes to visit, so I decided to go see Charlie Parker's residence, at 151 Avenue B in the East Village, right on Tompkins Square Park. Here it is:
The East Village, another gentrified neighborhood in New York, has gone through a number of transitions in the last 100 years. It is fascinating to walk through, mostly because it has a lot of architecture of contrasting styles. Right around the corner from Charlie Parker's house, I found this French Country Chateau:
It's actually a public school.
Now we are in Germany:
A bit of Art Deco ornamentation:
And the remnants of graffiti:
I had a snack at the New York outpost of Vancouver's famous Japadog hot dog joint.
The East Village, another gentrified neighborhood in New York, has gone through a number of transitions in the last 100 years. It is fascinating to walk through, mostly because it has a lot of architecture of contrasting styles. Right around the corner from Charlie Parker's house, I found this French Country Chateau:
It's actually a public school.
Now we are in Germany:
A bit of Art Deco ornamentation:
And the remnants of graffiti:
I had a snack at the New York outpost of Vancouver's famous Japadog hot dog joint.
Sunday, 25 August 2013
More Music
We went to hear the Charles Mingus Big Band at the Jazz Standard. The Jazz Standard is one of my ideal places to hear live music; intimate, with an excellent quality sound system, a "quiet policy" that requests that the audience refrain from talking during the music, and delicious food. The Mingus band was in top form that night; the soloists inspired; and the whole thing with a kind of rollicking, group improvisatory feel which epitomizes the Mingus big band sound. And the Mingus repertoire is always interesting.
We also went to the Cornelia Street Cafe to hear the Romanian born cabaret singer Sanda Weigl do a show of the music of Piaf and Dietrich. Weigl's voice is the real thing, and a pleasure to hear, with spirited accompaniment by accordion or piano. My only complaint was that I wished her choices of music had been more adventurous; apparently she does wonderful Romanian repertoire as well. Maybe the next time...
We also went to the Cornelia Street Cafe to hear the Romanian born cabaret singer Sanda Weigl do a show of the music of Piaf and Dietrich. Weigl's voice is the real thing, and a pleasure to hear, with spirited accompaniment by accordion or piano. My only complaint was that I wished her choices of music had been more adventurous; apparently she does wonderful Romanian repertoire as well. Maybe the next time...
Saturday, 24 August 2013
European Paintings at the Metropolitan Museum
I went to see the newly redone and expanded European paintings galleries at the Metropolitan Museum. I was amused to see that they now have a similar organization to the Gemaldgalerie in Berlin. Upon entering you can turn one way to go through painting as it developed in the Northern European tradition, or the other way to go through through the similar history in the Italian tradition. Broadly speaking, of course.
The galleries are wonderful, and for the most part, even in the crowded summer tourist season, relatively calm and peaceful. After seeing Jem Cohen's intriguing film "Museum Hours", I was pleased to catch this view of a museum guard contemplating a wall of Rembrandts, with no one else around:
Aside from seeing all five of the Met's Vermeers temporarily in one room, the highlight for me was seeing the early Italian paintings. What struck me was the vividness of the colors and designs; it seemed to me that the paintings were less about their ostensible religious subjects and more about the sheer beauty of color and line. All those brightly colored robes! There is one painting with a particularly striking blue robe, by Fillipino Lippi about which you learn that the wealthy commissioner of the painting paid extra money to have the finest quality blue. All of which reminds you of the sheer inventiveness it took back in those days to create these colors.
There are some paintings that seem Klimt-like in their sheerly decorative surfaces, as in this part of a painting of Saint Ursula:
And there are things like the painting from the school of Valencia, which seem to exist in a different world than many of the traditional Italian paintings.
After spending a lot of time with these paintings in two separate visits, my eyes weren't good for much else.
I did see, though, a small exhibition from the Met's Klee holdings that exhibited Klee's development towards abstraction, which came early on in his career. The blurbs noted that unlike painters like Kandinsky or Mondrian, whose move towards abstraction generally reflected some kind of spiritual or philosophical quest, Klee's turn towards abstraction was in order "to keep drab reality at bay". While the point is certainly debatable, I like the notion, which sounds Nabokovian to me.
The galleries are wonderful, and for the most part, even in the crowded summer tourist season, relatively calm and peaceful. After seeing Jem Cohen's intriguing film "Museum Hours", I was pleased to catch this view of a museum guard contemplating a wall of Rembrandts, with no one else around:
Aside from seeing all five of the Met's Vermeers temporarily in one room, the highlight for me was seeing the early Italian paintings. What struck me was the vividness of the colors and designs; it seemed to me that the paintings were less about their ostensible religious subjects and more about the sheer beauty of color and line. All those brightly colored robes! There is one painting with a particularly striking blue robe, by Fillipino Lippi about which you learn that the wealthy commissioner of the painting paid extra money to have the finest quality blue. All of which reminds you of the sheer inventiveness it took back in those days to create these colors.
There are some paintings that seem Klimt-like in their sheerly decorative surfaces, as in this part of a painting of Saint Ursula:
And there are things like the painting from the school of Valencia, which seem to exist in a different world than many of the traditional Italian paintings.
After spending a lot of time with these paintings in two separate visits, my eyes weren't good for much else.
I did see, though, a small exhibition from the Met's Klee holdings that exhibited Klee's development towards abstraction, which came early on in his career. The blurbs noted that unlike painters like Kandinsky or Mondrian, whose move towards abstraction generally reflected some kind of spiritual or philosophical quest, Klee's turn towards abstraction was in order "to keep drab reality at bay". While the point is certainly debatable, I like the notion, which sounds Nabokovian to me.
Aunt Hazel of Brooklyn Heights
Continuing in my habit of tracking down my ancestral residences in New York, I looked up my "Aunt Hazel", a gruff and humorous woman who was my maternal grandfather's sister. I knew she lived in Brooklyn Heights with her companion Aunt Marguerite. And there they were, listed in the 1940 census as living at 160 Columbia Heights. The census lists Marguerite as the head of household, and Hazel as her "partner". Their occupations are listed as secretaries. Hazel and Marguerite always came to our house for Thanksgiving and Christmas every year, along with all the other relatives in New York. I wish I knew more about them!
160 Columbia Heights was a very new building in 1940, in an Art Deco style, with amazing views of Manhattan.
After walking around Brooklyn Heights and its wonderful historic architecture, I walked down the hill towards what is now called Dumbo, and saw the famous dual bridge view that everyone photographs:
Dumbo is really more a real estate marketers idea than anything else, with some nice old historic warehouses converted into condos, and some old buildings. It is fun to look at the bridges from underneath. Who knew that the Manhattan Bridge was held up by a brick chimney?
But what they don't talk about is the absolutely deafening roar produced by the subways as they cross the Manhattan Bridge. It's kind of like living next to a runway at an airport; I don't know how anyone can stand it. There was a good reason for this being a warehouse district.
Naturally the next step was to join the crowds and walk across the Brooklyn Bridge.
I have to confess that I find the notion of Gothic arches on a modern bridge to be somewhat peculiar; I prefer my bridges to be all metal, like the Manhattan and Williamsburg. But there is no denying the appeal of the patterns of the cables.
The renovations also add a bit of variety, with this tarp covering part of the bridge.
Once in Manhattan, I walked down towards the Battery, and saw the beginnings of Santiago Calatrava's transportation hub emerging above ground. It looks a bit sinister at the moment, but will hopefully be a great relief from the bland glass boxes that surround it.
160 Columbia Heights was a very new building in 1940, in an Art Deco style, with amazing views of Manhattan.
After walking around Brooklyn Heights and its wonderful historic architecture, I walked down the hill towards what is now called Dumbo, and saw the famous dual bridge view that everyone photographs:
But what they don't talk about is the absolutely deafening roar produced by the subways as they cross the Manhattan Bridge. It's kind of like living next to a runway at an airport; I don't know how anyone can stand it. There was a good reason for this being a warehouse district.
Naturally the next step was to join the crowds and walk across the Brooklyn Bridge.
I have to confess that I find the notion of Gothic arches on a modern bridge to be somewhat peculiar; I prefer my bridges to be all metal, like the Manhattan and Williamsburg. But there is no denying the appeal of the patterns of the cables.
The renovations also add a bit of variety, with this tarp covering part of the bridge.
Once in Manhattan, I walked down towards the Battery, and saw the beginnings of Santiago Calatrava's transportation hub emerging above ground. It looks a bit sinister at the moment, but will hopefully be a great relief from the bland glass boxes that surround it.
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