Hans Hofmann is right. Keep your eye on the practical things; do everything step by logical step. Then the big picture will naturally emerge.
If I like what I write then nothing else matters. Everyone can say they hate it and I don't care. But if I don't like what I write everybody can say they love it and I just throw it away. As it is, by the time anyone hears what I've written my view of the thing no longer matters. It's become an independent thing, something in the past. I say, “Let the piece seek its own audience.”
My palette's become much more consonant. The way I see it, life is stressful enough.
I agree with Wuorinen: Feldman does have a sensitive ear and an elegant harmonic sense. His beautiful sound environments slay me. I rate him very high. He goes into "dangerous territory" when he "lets things go." Every piece gradually unfolds each in its different way. He's all permutation and repetition. Each piece is a world. Vast stretches of pure color clean out my ears, set my internal musical compass aright. His economy challenges me to take out the inessentials in my own work.
He creates his forms by way of repetition, like a mosaic. Silence frames his marvelous array of color. Sometimes the silence is very long. I timed 2 minutes of room tone in For Philip Guston. That's either daring or stupid---I'm not sure which. The Second Quartet is transparent: often just one player at a time. In terms of orchestration, he's a master of making a lot out of a little, like Janecek. He strings chords together so it sounds like breathing or a heartbeat or a mantra. It all seems so simple but it's hard to get it right.
He uses the piano like a vibraphone and the vibe like a glock: high, pure sounds. That's why he likes the flute and the non vibrato soprano voice.
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The minor second is the pivotal Feldman interval--but at pp it appears to be a consonant: stress free.
"Up to an hour you think about form, but after an hour and a half it's scale. Form is easy---just the division of things into parts. But scale is another matter... Before, my pieces were like objects; now they're like evolving things." MF
If time were space Richard Serra could have said that--or Calder.
He died at 61. He wrote all his big orchestra stuff the last 5 years of his life.
"What is imminent...is neither the past nor the future but simply---the next ten minutes....We can go no further than that, and we need go no further." MF
But is that really true? And, if so, then what does it mean to create a large-form piece?
I have a new respect for Riegger. According to Babbitt's article On Having Been and Still Being an American Composer, Wallingford Riegger wouldn't shake Stravinsky's hand because he felt Stravinsky had been accorded unwarranted, undeserved publicity. He said that if it weren't for this "my friend John Jay Becker would be recognized as the great 20th century neo-classic composer." I’m inclined to agree. Even in the supposedly rarefied "serious music world" spin is everything.
I think that our perceptions of a work of art are really shaped by what we know about the artist. The same goes for performances.
I did listen to a little bit of Pauline Oliveros: Lear, Suiren and Ione. Her drone work is not only aurally rich but interesting. The through composed drone continually changes because it’s organic ie. it takes natural acoustic instruments to create the drone (in this case accordion, voice and/or a brass instrument) so the drone is constantly evolving. I rarely hear such complexity of timbre from a DJ just turning knobs. This is why I think that you can always tell natural sound no matter how neat the patch.
She also likes to work in cavernous spaces, which makes the master very wet. In this recording she works in a "cistern space" with a reputedly 45 second reverb, no slap echoes. Often the reverb exceeds direct sound (a "phase wash"). She calls the big hole a "unifying presence."
After going to a hundreds of hours of contemporary music concerts, after listening to hundreds of hours of music written today, after playing hours and hours and hours of new music schlock and some good stuff, in the end, the music I really like, the music that sticks in my mind with greatest pleasure, is the music I myself can hum. It's the Philip Glass pieces, the Steve Reich Pieces, the Berg Piano Sonata, all of Brahms, the Britten operas, Thomas Ades--this music I can hum; this music I can love.
I remember the "hooks" in Feldman’s works: the dramatic and poignant solo for boy soprano in Rothko Chapel; the descending glockenspiel line in Crippled Symmetry; the repeating melodies in the string quartets--these are the things I sing to myself when I'm riding my bicycle over the Williamsburg Bridge on a sunny morning.
But I'm tired, so tired, of music just being good. I want music that affects my heart. And I would like my own music to be thought of that way—and, perhaps, the best of what I’ve written is.
What amazes me about Brahms’ work is that you can sing any piece from beginning to end. That’s not an easy thing to do.
Really, what’s easier than to write a well constructed, unoriginal piece--ingenious mathematics, please! If it could all be done by a computer, why bother?
Just because a piece is written by means of some complex algorithm does not make it a complex piece. Just because the notation looks difficult, all full of impossible signs, doesn't make it a musically complex piece or even a musical one or even a piece that’s particularly difficult to play.
Look at Gregorian chant. Can you get any simpler? One line, flowing rhythm. Yet this treasure of monody is a marvel of complexity. If you think it’s easy to do, try writing it. To write a good cantus firmus is a hard, hard thing.
"Damien Hirst's 15 minutes of fame is officially ended." Found posted to the stairway of PS1. When I saw it I just had to smile. Wallingford Riegger would have approved.


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A lot going on here ... Part 1 (they never give one enough characters to post)
Hans Hofmann's idea seems right to me too, despite how hard it is to remain disciplined. It certainly works for cooking as well as art and music. Think how often you have experienced something that's almost right? You never remember it. It is those few occasions that can make meals as memorable even years later as some great works of art, literature, movies or musical performances.
That one should like what one does and that is enough probably is the attitude of every great artist. Unfortunately we live in this whiz-bang world where really terrible garbage (not really very sorry) is pushed at everyone and if you aren't "into" it then you are some kind of "loser" as if this thing called life is just a game (and toes all smell the same). So if someone hates it or loves it, it is all the same. What about a different question framed in a different way; does whatever this is INTEREST you? - "by the time anyone hears what I've written my view of the thing no longer matters," etc. The same should ideally go for all that old life experience that has led one to be in the present moment. When someone asks you about yourself, what are you to say? I did this or did that? Or the even worse, I knew so and so? Or the absolute worst, what are your politics and religious views? The real person is existential and it hardly matters, except they want to know what to expect so that they'll feel better around you.
"My palette's become much more consonant. The way I see it, life is stressful enough." For one thing there is memory and the consonant has an easier time reaching what people think they remember. Stress is caused by the unexpected, unlooked for, unremembered, etc. Of course it may be that a dash of it now and then makes the eventful more flavorful, even more moving.
Andrew really likes Feldman. Hope he has some recordings we can listen to on my next visit which I hope to make longer because of changed circumstances.
Janecek: I had an idea once to have some kind of big festive event, like maybe a wedding, held in a forest where the theme music would be his Sinfonietta, which opens with one of my fave fanfares - "He strings chords together so it sounds like breathing or a heartbeat or a mantra." This is music that strikes me as being about forces of nature or wild beasts more than anything else. Some of Edgard Varèse (music of which I am quite fond) strikes me the same.
David Burton
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More Morton Feldman, I am simply going to have to seek out more of this.
"He died at 61 [That's young these days, of pancreatic cancer, which is like the universe saying "times' up"]. He wrote all his big orchestra stuff the last 5 years of his life." Wonder if any of it will get performed or recorded?
"what does it mean to create a large-form piece?" Currently listening to Andrew's RAVE am beginning to wonder whether it's necessary anymore. These days it's hard enough to get three people together to do anything and the forces are no longer within the reach of anybody but disinterested or disinclined billionaires (unlike those who sponsored FJ Haydn or Beethoven in their day).
Andrew says, "I have a new respect for Riegger." Only passing acquaintance with him from a seminar on American music I helped run while in college.
"According to Babbitt's article On Having Been and Still Being an American Composer, Wallingford Riegger wouldn't shake Stravinsky's hand because he felt Stravinsky had been accorded unwarranted, undeserved publicity."
Perhaps, but Milton Babbitt's usual attitude has struck me as supercilious to an unwarranted degree, as if to suggest that if it was virtually unendurable to an audience or unplayable to performers then it must be good.
"Even in the supposedly rarefied "serious music world" spin is everything."
What would we do to the spin-nicks were we to have a choice? That goes for everything including music.
"I think that our perceptions of a work of art are really shaped by what we know about the artist. The same goes for performances." All too true, except that sometimes we get surprised. "Oh, you mean that was by that -insert name, description, etc.- who last year just sucked on stage?"
David Burton
A lot going on here ... Part 3
"I did listen to a little bit of Pauline Oliveros" (another blast from the past)
"Her drone work is not only aurally rich but interesting." Maybe I didn't have ears to hear it back then. "She also likes to work in cavernous spaces, which makes the master very wet." This sensation of being wet may be personally satisfying to her as well. Yeah, even things like that might be "inspirational." Who's to say? "She calls the big hole a "unifying presence." " I bet she does (provokes some laughter, sorry, this time maybe more sincerely so).
"After going to a hundreds of hours of contemporary music concerts, after listening to hundreds of hours of music written today, after playing hours and hours and hours of new music schlock and some good stuff, in the end, the music I really like, the music that sticks in my mind with greatest pleasure, is the music I myself can hum." The memory again. What we can remember clearly can please us more. What we can't remember clearly is either annoying or forgotten. I can still remember the taste of that chicken salad sandwich at the Botanical Gardens with that lemonade. Haven't had better since.
"But I'm tired, so tired, of music just being good. I want music that affects my heart. And I would like my own music to be thought of that way—and, perhaps, the best of what I’ve written is." Heart to heart as from one artist to another, from artist to audience, again invoking memory, something even deeper than memory, as when the first heard old classics sounded as if I'd heard them before from somewhere, when? even though I was just a child.
I'm playing Andrew around the house so that my daughter, his godchild, can have some reference for him. It isn't whether she likes him or not, it's to stick it into her memory, as a piece of her inheritance, so maybe in a great future where things are all changed and Andrew and I are gone, she will bring them out and share them with her child, "and this was from my godfather." And we imagine that such things are about cant, doctrine and dogma when they are just as well about sharing of knowledge and experience.
We both share an appreciation for Brahms. He's who you end up with after everything else that was more flashy looses its luster, like a tired old sofa that's still more comfortable than all the prettier but somehow broken and used up ones one has experienced.
"If it could all be done by a computer, why bother?" and what follows. Yes, and to all of that. Some out there are so enamored of mechanics and machines that they imagine the imperfect human is to be replaced or relegated to some "matrix" while not even being able to recognize that matrix we are all part of anyway by natural inheritance. It all makes me want to yawn and go to sleep to get away from it.
David Burton
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