Classical Music, Showmanship and Popular Appeal
Do on-stage theatrics cheapen the art?


(note about video: My inclusion of this is a bit unfair to Lang Lang, as this is not a formal performance. Truth be told, it’s wonderful to see such joy and delight in the act of making music. Nevertheless…)

My good friend Melissa sent along an article that I missed yesterday from the New York Times.

When Histrionics Undermine the Music and the Pianist
By BERNARD HOLLAND
Another reason classical music is not reaching more young people: not because of how it sounds, but because of how it looks.

It’s a great article – but then, I’m sympathetic – and Melissa was curious to hear what I thought about it. I jotted off a quick response and, after sending, realized that it would be perfect for discussion here as well.

I’ve removed the personal details from the message and tidied it up for display on the web (adding some links and whatnot), but what you’ll read below is largely my quickly jotted thoughts on the subject.

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Lang Lang has for a while now been the “hot young thing” on the classical piano scene, but in truth, I’ve had a hard time appreciating him and find much more in the older performers, either now dead or significantly more mature than Lang Lang.

With the exception of Gould, I’d say that most of the performers that I revere are indeed less demonstrative (and keep in mind that I’m young – not some old fuddy-duddy with romantic thoughts of more sane times).

As a performer myself I fully and entirely – intimately, even – realize the need for theatrics. On stage, one is “putting on a show” and must deliver. Yet I can’t help but sympathize with the feelings that the author expresses and find wisdom in his questions. In the case of music – and classical music in particular – is the performance getting in the way of the music? I find it hard to believe that excessive movement would not directly impact control of expression (that’s a bit of a rhetorical statement, for everyone knows that it does), and by control I don’t mean to imply any sense of hard-nosed, tight, restricted or conservative control, but rather control of subtlety, color and refined touch – the very foundation of an artistic palette. The author himself even touches on this:

“Technique is not about muscle building but about optimal allocation of resources. More happens faster and more clearly with the minimum of gesture. Weight and relaxation, not force, make big sound. So much energy is squandered on these melodramas for the eye — and so much attention diverted — that it is a wonder our pianistic thespians can hear themselves at all. “

Instead, a hugely demonstrative player sacrifices the communicative power of his instrument – his very voice – in favor of attention grabbing communication of the self as art – not just artist.

Most classical music is marketed today not by composer or composition, but by performer, and what you purchase is not Beethoven – As Performed by Lang Lang but Lang Lang – Plays Beethoven. That’s not to say that historically the industry downplayed the performer – it didn’t, as can be seen by people specifically seeking out Rubinstein, Horowitz, et. al. … – but in this latter case, it’s typically the delivery of the work itself as presented through the mature interpretive eyes of the individual performer that listeners sought, not, as is the case today, the performer qua performer, who happens to be playing some composition or other…

Did I state that clearly?

Reminds me of a line from Marilyn Manson’s [s]AINT – “I’m not an artist, I’m a fucking work of art.” Performers today tend to be demonstrative on stage in order to sell themselves as a “fucking work of art” – regardless of what they are playing – much to the expense of the actual music – or truly authentic artistic voice, for that matter.

Its seems like reaching. Trying too hard.

Am I being too hard?

It’s not necessarily the artists that are to blame, though. It could be the general public. It’s almost a “dumbing down” of the material to appeal to a wider audience, something that is often necessary to make ends meet financially. I speak from experience here.

But then, perhaps there’s nothing wrong with being specialized and niche, a rarity to be fully appreciated by a select few and not the hoi polloi. Perhaps the classical industry is taking the wrong approach by trying to widen their net and should instead concentrate on securing their core?

Virtuoso performances are of course exceptional in many ways – the author even cites Liszt – but it’s usually without fail that the more physically expressive or unusual a performer is, the more the general public is attracted to them for non-musical reasons. The author’s use of Liszt is a perfect example, for Liszt had throngs of followers, mostly woman (though many notable men as well), who would literally swoon over him, even collect his cigar butts, following him from concert hall to concert hall, and were obviously attracted to him not for the refinement of his music – though his virtuosity undoubtedly represented some sense of power and perfection to them. Historically, the less demonstrative the virtuoso, the less widespread public following they developed, though amongst music lovers their reputations soared. The inverse for more demonstrative players.

The irony is of course as the author pointed out – today’s players may actually be alienating the general public, because their performances make them seem “weird.” Then again, he could be wrong – sales have indeed improved and the industry is not in nearly as much trouble as people commonly suspect.

To each their own, I suppose. It really is a matter of personal taste. There’s nothing wrong, in my mind, with wanting to watch a performer because you enjoy the way in which they perform. Neither is it wrong – and Gould would endorse this – in wishing to take the performer visually out of the equation because they are a distraction to the music, a barrier.

I don’t like the music, but I love watching Madonna and Michael Jackson perform. Likewise, I could care less what Stephen Kovacevich looks like or how he moves when he plays – his Beethoven sonatas sound divine.

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[tags]artists, Bernard Holland, classical music, Lang Lang, performers, performing, piano[/tags]

Classical Guitarist Plays With Himself on Stage and Film

Anything to get people to read, right?

In follow-up to the last post entitled Bach, Fugues and Britney Spears, I thought that I would share more of my love for the self-referential/reflexive art (would that be conceptual, perhaps? Nah… Bream has skill.) that has so influenced my own theater work, as can be evidenced in my creation and performance of Sketches, a humorous and reflexive commentary on modern art delivered through the vehicle of satire and, well, mindreading.

The literary and musical influences to which I am in debt are innumerable, but the subject of this post is the legendary classical guitarist Julian Bream. Please let me extend my apologies to Mr. Bream for potentially belittling him in the title of my post, for he has every last ounce of respect that I can possibly give. I can not say enough good things about this man and his work, and the video posted here is testament to his genius. He truly is a giant.

NOTE: This post was authored months ago but publication was delayed as a result of the above referenced video being removed from YouTube due to copyright issues. Seems that as of last month it’s back up. I do not condone copyright infringement, but this video may serve to introduce Julian Bream’s work to those as of yet unfamiliar with it. Enjoy it while it’s still up, and if you like it, purchase the video from which it’s taken – Guitarra! A Music Journey Through Spain.

Daniele mentions, over on the Classical Guitar Video Archive that “it’s a shame that YouTube plays back everything in mono sound. The original video in two audio channels showcased the distinct sounds from the two guitars of Julian Bream’s much better and made the music that much more interesting to listen to. Even with only one channel, however, this wonder piece of work still sounds amazing, so please do enjoy!”

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[tags]Boccherini, Classical Guitar, Classical Music, Duet, Fandango, Julian Bream, Musicians, Spain, Spanish Music[/tags]

Whiskey Falls

amandawithwhiskeyfalls-cropped

“We’re just in a band. That dude swallows swords!”

listen to the audio clip

I’m a very far cry from what you’d call a country music aficionado – I don’t think that Liszt’s Hungarian Rhapsodies count – but for various reasons I can sometimes be found associating with people affiliated with the industry, and as a music-lover in general I can certainly appreciate great musicianship, regardless of genre.

More than that, I appreciate when someone does something nice, and “nice” does not begin to describe the country music band Whiskey Falls and how they gave up a huge portion of their own promotional appearance on the Bill Breakfast Show (Bill Country, 95 FM, a Clear Channel station) to plug me, my work and my website a few weeks back.

So in the interest of saying “thank you” to the guys, I’m sharing with you here the segment of their interview that got them off on the sword swallowing tangent, and you’ll find links to their websites below.


I was originally going to include their live on-air performance of Falling Into You – which follows the funny bits – but as their album is not set to be released until later this month I didn’t want to step on their toes. Moreover, from what I’m told, they had a few friendly “objections” to the station rebroadcasting it simply because they were only half awake when they played it that morning. In truth it sounds fantastic, but as a performing artist myself I can certainly sympathize with the desire to keep anything but the best performance out of the public eye. As I say, it sounds great, but in lieu of that performance you can hear others on their MySpace page, and you can buy the album when it’s released.

Included in the interview is a live, early-morning on-air performance of their song Falling Into You. I was originally going to leave the performance out (see above paragraph) because I didn’t want to be giving away their song prior to the release of their album. But in the interest of promoting the album, and as there is already an informal YouTube performance of the piece available, I decided to keep it in and still encourage you to buy the album!

-The Official Whiskey Falls website can be found here.
-Whiskey Falls can be found on MySpace here.

And while band members Seven Williams and Wally Brandt do not seem to have individual MySpace pages, both Buck Johnson and Damon Johnson do.

Visit their sites, “friend” them, sign up for their mailing list, and, for goodness sake, buy their album! Their four-part harmony is beautiful against the backdrop of their orchestration.

As I say, I appreciate great musicianship when I hear it, and these guys have it!

Postscript: While you’re at it, check out all of Amanda’s pictures on her Flickr account and the Bill Breakfast Flickr account. You’ll find pictures of her with Emerson Drive, Dierks Bentley, Keith Urban, Miranda Lambert and even Jared Fogle of Subway fame (don’t forget Bert and Ernie from Sesame Street!).

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[tags]Bill 95 FM, Bill Breakfast Show, Bill Country, Buck Johnson, Clear Channel, Country music, Damon Johnson, Roderick Russell, Seven Williams, Sword Swallowers, Sword Swallowing, Wally Brandt, Whiskey Falls[/tags]

Eat Me, Drink Me
The Antichrist Shows His Humanity

manson“If anyone thought Manson was down for the count, think again.”

-Austin Scaggs
Rolling Stone

The most surprising aspect of Marilyn Manson’s latest album, Eat Me, Drink Me – his sixth studio release – is that it’s decidedly human.

Gone are the fire and brimstone theatrics, heavy production and the Satan-spawn stereotype. Eat Me, Drink Me is an extremely personal, very mellow album and is close to, dare I say it, an album of love songs.

Granted, they are dark, morbid and creepy love songs filled with horror, death and blood stains – but they are love songs, or at least songs about love, nevertheless. Which has led some to call his latest work Emo, but I’ll have none of that label – it’s still Marilyn Manson, which means it’s probably too much for actual modern emo fans to take. In fact, one of the tracks on the album – Mutilation Is The Most Sincere Form Of Flattery – was written with My Chemical Romance in mind, of whom Manson had this to say:

I’m embarrassed to be me because these people are doing a really sad, pitiful, shallow version of what I’ve done. If they want to identify with me then here’s a razor blade. Call me when you’re done and we’ll talk.

-From The London Paper, June 4, 2007

Composed and created by Manson and guitarist Tim Skold, it is a highly guitar-driven album with extremely minimal instrumentation, and though Manson has certainly put out his share of slower-tempo songs in the past, the ones that comprise the bulk of this album take on a decidedly different feel from his previous slow pieces because of that stripped down instrumentation. Whereas previous slow-tempo releases have retained a characteristic industrial style, the latest release has more of a rock influence and features many rock-style guitar solos.

More shocking than the slight shift in musical style, and the unusual lack of “shock” itself, is the change in theme. Most of us are accustom to hearing Marilyn Manson yell, scream and menacingly mutter on about themes that are bigger than us as individuals – think guns, gods and government, mass media, et. al. – but with Eat Me, Drink Me he moves from the abstract to the particular – right here, right now and inside this human condition. While listeners will undoubtedly find application for his words in their own lives – that’s much of the joy of such music – this album is Marilyn Manson. Eat Me, Drink Me is not a work of art, it is the artist himself, in all his bare naked humanity.

With each new release, Manson tends to explore a new aesthetic and one has to ask – is this Marilyn Manson’s new style? And to that I answer – I don’t think so. This is Marilyn Manson the man. It may be sappy at times, it may not have any of those blood boiling, anger-inciting choruses, the slick theatrics and the delightfully clever strings of puns and wordplay encased in the grotesque, bizarre and extreme, but it is the most personal and down-to-earth of his oeuvre, and for fans of the artist, it can’t be ignored.

Eat Me, Drink Me is a great – if radically different – addition to the Manson collection, and for those of you who don’t like this one, just stick around. I’m sure that he’ll be bring the “big” back in yet another incarnation very soon.

Favorite tracks include the album’s opening If I Was Your Vampire, the incredibly catchy Heart-Shaped Glasses – which Rolling Stone likened to a suicidal Billy Idol, and they’re right – and You And Me And The Devil Makes 3.

(see also Rolling Stone and IndieLondon)
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Antichrist, Christian Hoard, Dita Von Teese, Emo, Evan Rachel Wood, Goth, Goth Music, Industrial Music, Marilyn Manson, My Chemical Romance, Rolling Stone, Tim Skold

The iPod, Education and Community

To see the iPod as an agent of isolation rather than a symptom of, or a clever adaptation to, that isolation is to confuse cause and effect.

Kevin J. H. Dettmar
from Earbuds and Mosh Pits

shufflegirlBack in 2004, I wrote a rather rambling, free-form article about the role of the iPod in the promotion of social isolation ( available here: iPod Isolation ). I haphazardly thought out-loud about the power of the iPod to augment reality in an empowering way versus its traditionally conceived role in narrowing one’s reality in a socially awkward way.

Similarly, a new article in The Chronicle of Higher Education by Southern Illinois University at Carbondale professor Kevin J.H. Dettmar, entitled Earbuds and Mosh Pits, questions the role that iPod technology plays in promoting and/or suffocating social interaction and community building.

Mr. Dettmar’s experience speaks more directly to the community of music in particular and it’s relation to the iPod – rather than the larger community in general – and he presents an uplifting case from experience that the spirit of sharing (not just swapping tunes online) is alive and well despite our increasing musical isolationism.

Although the article overall was an enjoyable read, he does conclude with the following:

When I was in college, I heard almost all of my music on stereos in friends’ dorm rooms and apartments. Few of my students today have that luxury; they simply don’t have the time. I saw a doctoral student of mine recently at a Wilco show, down in the mosh pit, dancing. It changed my view of him entirely. It made me realize that we transform our students from people into scholars — a process of real narrowing — only at significant personal cost to them. So maybe we professors can change our perspective somewhat and see in those white iPod earbuds a symbol not of willful retreat, but of community deferred.

Is he here suggesting that demands upon students’ time are so great as to force them into deferring community and the experience of taking part in communal activities? And do I read him correctly and see the suggestion that the process of becoming a scholar is one that devalues community and promotes isolation? What exactly does he mean by “narrowing”?

He seems to imply (see opening quote) that students today are experiencing a greater isolationism than in the past and that the use of the iPod is a generational attempt to reclaim a sense of self – no, to maintain a sense of self – in a world that is continually narrowing and raping us of our community.

Moreover, he goes on to imply that our education today can be directly implicated in that “narrowing”. But I ask, is education today so different than it was in yesteryear? Do today’s students really have greater demands placed upon them than students of previous generations? I don’t know that they do, and in fact would suggest that despite the cutbacks in financial aid (cited by Mr. Dettmar) and the need to work full-time jobs, today’s students face an abundance of luxury and leisure not available to most students in the past.

If students today are deferring community it is by choice, perhaps because it’s easier to put those white earbuds in and drop out of the world than it is to invest oneself in genuine human interaction. By putting the headphones on, students are declaring that they have no obligation to the world in which they live – don’t mind me, I’m not here – and are refusing to take responsibility for building the necessary social skills required to live and work in an increasingly diverse world. It’s not that the technology is destroying a communal sense or common ground, but rather, by exiting the world of community and losing ourselves in our iPods, we are negating the chance of discovering the common ground that we do share.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my iPod too. But as with most things in life, the key is moderation (and yes, I’m a bad example of moderation myself). When the majority are shifting to the extremes of social isolation – be it by choice or not – then we will be facing a truly revolutionary change in the structure of society and community.

How do we get students to turn off their iPods and begin sharing in a communal setting? Perhaps the solution is simple. Maybe they just need more keg parties.

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Chronicle of Higher Education, college, community, earbuds, education, financial aid, headphones, iPod, isolation, mosh pits, music, music festivals, music sharing

THOTH : The Power of Performance

Students have left school, employees are taking vacation and the cities are filling up with tourists from all over. Now that the warmer months are here I’m republishing my earlier article on Thoth and NYC entertainment – a gentle reminder to get off your arse and see something interesting. Enjoy!

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Thoth, Photographed by John Freeman
photo © 2002, John Freeman
used with permission

Being a traveling artist myself, I have the opportunity to see many remarkable – and many more less-than-remarkable – performances in cities throughout the world. New York City, of course, presents a profoundly high incidence of these works of public and private art, being the cultural center that it is.

Street performance is one particularly colorful and active scene in NYC, and though I would be hard pressed to draw a comparison between the juggler on the corner and Andras Schiff at Carnegie Hall (unless that juggler is Michael Moschen), I do delight in some uniquely fun, witty and original shows – and I’m happy to show my support.

In the spring of 2002, however, I was stunned into silence and awe at the true power of street theater when I happened upon, by sheer chance, a performance by Thoth in the tunnel at Bethesda Terrace in Central Park, directly across from the Bethesda – or “Angel” – Fountain.

I’m hesitant to describe what I saw for fear of destroying the magic for other first-time viewers. But what I witnessed – nay, experienced – in the tunnel that day stopped me in my tracks and frankly, despite frantically wondering what in the hell was happening, moved me to tears – quite literally. I didn’t know what I was watching, nor did I know what it could possibly mean, but I did know that it was beautiful, soul-stirring and transporting. Mesmerizing in the truest sense of the term. This, I believe, is part of the power of Thoth’s work.

Marjoe DVDSo powerful is this street artist’s work that it caught the attention of documentary film director Sarah Kernochan – the same director that in 1972 won the Academy Award for Best Documentary with her film Marjoe – and the film that emerged from their collaboration won the 2002 Academy Award for Best Documentary Short Subject! (Coincidentally, I have a particular interest in the work of Marjoe Gortner as well. Imagine my surprise when I discovered the connection! How convenient that these two films are bundled together…)

Thoth Documentary

The documentary is truly remarkable and, though I recommend it highly, do yourself a favor – order the DVD now, put it on a shelf and immediately get on a bus, plane, car or subway to the Angel Tunnel in NYC’s Central Park to witness a performance for yourself. I’ve intentionally been slim on the performance details, and until you see this remarkable performer in action, live and up-close, the DVD, website or any description that anyone may offer will not do him justice.

But do order the DVD now, because when you get home, the first thing you’ll want to do is put it in the player.
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ADDENDUM
Lest the reader feel that my adamant demand to see Thoth in person is a bit “over-the-top”, please know that despite an excruciatingly demanding schedule – and even one unfortunate stuffed-mushroom-caps-and-digestive-problem incident (no, I won’t blog about that) – I make it a point to travel to see him live as often as I can, and have been doing so regularly since my first encounter in 2002. He really is that good.

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b&w photo credits go to John Freeman from his 2002 series NYC Bounces Back, available on his website at:
http://www.jou.ufl.edu/people/faculty/jfreeman/freeman.htm


RESOURCES
Thoth’s Website – Don’t read too much, you need to see him live first!
Thoth & Marjoe Documentary
Sarah Kernochan Website

Angel Fountain, Bethesda Terrace, Documentary, New York City, Sarah Kernochan, Street Performance, Thoth

Bill Bailey’s Brilliant Kraftwerk Tribute

In late 2003 and 2004, comedian Bill Bailey toured a show entitled Part Troll, which featured a good deal of his brilliant musical humour. Among the gems of musical mash-up, satire and spoof was one piece in particular – an encore actually – which deserves mention here (they all deserve mention, actually). It is a tribute to the groundbreaking German electronic group Kraftwerk.

Of course, the clip is best if you watch the entirety of Bill’s show and – if you are not familiar with him – get to know him as a person, but it stands on its own quite well too.

I’m not going to give away the punch line, but after you watch the video, visit this site to read about how David Bamber (who passed away this week) of the Telegraph thinks that the original of this tune is a parody of the Catholic Church’s Latin Mass.

Stay tuned for more wonderful British comedy posts.

VIEWING NOTE: The YouTube version of this clip is lower quality than the Daily Motion copy. If you wish to see this in higher quality (it’s worth it) either 1.) watch the entire show on DVD or 2.) visit the Daily Motion page for the clip and fast forward to the spot where you see Bill come back on stage in a black suit.

Bill Bailey, British comedy, David Bamber, electronic music, German, German music, Kraftwerk, Latin Mass, Music, Musical comedy, Part Troll, stand-up, stand-up comedy, Telegraph, theater

Trent Reznor Goes Punk

Though the new Nine Inch Nails album Year Zero does not officially drop (in the U.S.) until April 17th, the extremely punk-style* marketing has been in full swing since at least February – and it’s turning out to be an incredibly clever, engaging and effective marketing scheme at that!

Reznor himself reacts strongly against the claim that the Alternate Reality Game surrounding the album – created by 42 Entertainment (Jordan Weisman of Battletech and Shadowrun fame) – is anything but the art itself, the actual album being merely an element therein. Reznor is quoted on the official fan club website The Spiral as saying:

The term ‘marketing’ sure is a frustrating one for me at the moment. What you are now starting to experience IS ‘year zero’. It’s not some kind of gimmick to get you to buy a record – it IS the art form… and we’re just getting started. Hope you enjoy the ride.

I respect his project enormously and encourage him to continue down this path, but as a full-time performing artist myself I know firsthand that if you have a product to sell, everything is marketing – whether you want it to be or not. I’m more than happy to believe that Trent is authentic in his claim that the ARG is not a marketing ploy, but that doesn’t make it any less brilliant or effective as a marketing tool.

In a very bold business move, Reznor began strategically leaking the album to the fans to accompany the immersive game – on elusive websites, via clandestine phone numbers and even on USB drives planted in bathrooms at concert venues to be found by lucky fans. The full album, in fact, is now available on the NIN website entirely for free.

Throwing caution to the wind, Trent is employing some very off-beat and, dare I say it, cutting-edge ideas to distribute his work (notice I didn’t mention just the “album”) and encourage fan loyalty through involvement and heightened emotional investment. Though other campaigns have utilized techniques such as the ARGs, and though we’re seeing a number of new approaches to music distribution through an increasing number of independent labels, electronic distribution channels, direct artist-to-consumer communications and “customizable” experiences for consumers, Trent Reznor is one of the few people combining all of the new techniques into a coherent whole while also forging new methodologies to reach the hearts and minds of his listeners. I suspect that he’ll be continually setting the new standard for effective music-industry business practices – a nice change from the unfortunate move at the beginning of his career with TVT – and others will be emulating him while he continues to push forward and reinvent the industry. Hell, he’s giving his album away before it’s released, and I’m already first in line to purchase it when it comes out! He’s certainly doing something right!

Lest I belittle this project by repeatedly referring to it as the “game”, I should also mention that Reznor also has a message. Granted, we’re not at all sure how the narrative will play out, and there is a huge element of fiction involved, but as with all good fiction there seems to be a through-line that reflects the artist/writer/creator’s true, underlying beliefs. Though I don’t know Trent personally, it’s not hard to believe – if you listen to him and his music anyhow – that the elements of government conspiracy, mind control, censorship and the generally Orwellian styling of the Year Zero ARG actually reflect Reznor’s own personal beliefs.

But then, perhaps I’m only projecting that from my own mind, for it strikes a chord within my soul and is in keeping with much of my own artistic work (see my 2005 stage show Private Thoughts and Other Lies and look for my new in-progress work entitled The Truth Machine). All of this culture jamming art is right up my alley and the Year Zero experience seems to focus a great deal on civil liberties, privacy (is that still a civil liberty?) and the relationship between the individual and “The Man”.

The Game, the marketing, the art – call it what you will, but this constantly evolving NIN experience continues to delight and, in the best alternative/industrial tradition encourages us to face those fundamental existential questions again and again, and therein lies the emotional hook and its subsequent power.

Brilliant propaganda – as only Nine Inch Nails can deliver.

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Read the Rolling Stone article here.
Or Annie Zaleski’s review of Year Zero here.
Or visit the Offical Year Zero site here.

*For those who didn’t catch the reference and are still wondering why I called Trent “punk”, I was referring to a recent book entitled Punk Marketing by Richard Laermer and Mark Simmons. Not ground-breaking, but fun nevertheless and an easy, enjoyable, worthwhile read.

42 Entertainment, Alternate Reality Game, ARG, Battletech, culture jamming, electronic music, FASA, Industrial Music, industrial music, Jordan Weisman, Mark Simmons, marketing, Mech, MechWarrior, music, music industry, NIN, Nine Inch Nails, Orwellian, propaganda, Punk, Punk Marketing, Reznor, Richard Laermer, Rolling Stone, Shadowrun, Trent Reznor, TVT, Year Zero

Bell Busks for Broadcasters
World-Class Violinist Performs at Metro Station

Back in January, classical violinist and Avery Fisher Prize recipient Joshua Bell did something decidedly uncharacteristic of a Grammy Award winning musician – he donned jeans, a t-shirt and a baseball cap and took to the streets to play for tip money.




With over a dozen recordings under his belt, countless appearances with the most prestigious orchestras and more awards and accolades than you can shake a stick at, Mr. Bell certainly didn’t have to work the streets busker-style with his 300-year-old Stradivarius (Gibson ex Huberman) violin to earn some extra cash – and a good thing too, for he only managed to pull in $32.17! Instead, he was collaborating with the Washington Post on a brilliant public experiment (the resulting article published this week) to gauge the public response to fine art and beauty outside of its typical context. That is, would the average American (or in this case, Washington professionals – perhaps a little different) know beauty if they weren’t told it was beautiful?

It’s a bold question, the answer to which many of us may not want to know. The implications of the experiment are far-reaching and the reflection of the American mind that it reveals could leave many readers sadly disappointed. To others, it may reveal the power of marketing, or remind us of how context touches every part of our lives from our art, leisure and business all the way to religion and ethics. And still yet for some, it may reveal nothing at all, as is pointed out in the article by Kantian scholar Paul Guyer.

When asked what he thought would happen “if one of the world’s great violinists had performed incognito before a traveling rush-hour audience of 1,000-odd people”, National Symphony Orchestra Director Leonard Slatkin estimated that anywhere from 75 to 100 people would stop to watch, a crowd would gather and said musician would earn about $150.

The reality? Joshua Bell, one of the world’s most accomplished violinists, played 43 minutes of music in the L’Enfant Plaza metro station in Washington, DC for 1,097 passing commuters, of which 7 people(!!) stopped for at least a minute and only one person recognized him! Let that last bit be a reminder that, despite how small the world gets in our electronic age, it remains enormously large. One of the world’s most famous musicians was recognized by only one person, and that’s only because she had seen him in concert the previous week! Most people simply passed Bell without even a glance, and there was one report of a man who walked a mere four feet from Bell while he was playing, yet had no recollection of having seen or heard any music in the metro station at all.

The article is extremely thorough and I couldn’t hope to do it justice here – I recommend that you simply read it for yourself and consider what the results may mean. But it’s just the sort of public experiment that excites me and I feel obligated to share it with you here. Compliments galore go to both Joshua Bell and the Washington Post for executing such a fantastic experiment and encouraging its readers to actually think. Keep up the good work.

art, Avery Fisher, Busking, classical music, context, DC, Joshua Bell, Leonard Slatkin, NSO, perception, Street Performance, violin, Washington Post,L’Enfant Plaza,Washington, Washington Post,L’Enfant Plaza,Washington

Bach, Fugues and Britney Spears

In the grand tradition of Glenn Gould’s So You Want To Write A Fugue comes a wonderfully self-referential “instructional” video on fugue writing by NYU student and chess enthusiast Danny Pi.

Created for James Gardner’s Sight and Sound course (Pi is a Film and Television student at the Tisch School of the Arts), this little video makes us laugh out loud with its use of the theme from Britney Spears’ Oops!… I Did It Again.

Described by Pi as “silly” and “pretentious”, he is absolutely right – and though he claims to not understand why people like it, I think that you’ll agree that it is both fun and delightful. I for one am a big fan. It doesn’t reach the heights of the works that precede it (SYWTWAF and the Solitude Trilogy) but then, it’s not supposed to. It’s simply clever and cute. Enough said.

RESOURCES
So You Want To Write A Fugue, by Glenn Gould
Gould’s Solitude Trilogy, featuring his “contrapuntal” radio, found also in the short Pi example.
Bach, Fugue, Britney Spears, Danny Pi, Glenn Gould, Solitude Trilogy, Idea of North

Woodwind Players Blow – New Memoir Confirms

Mozart In The Jungle

Though entirely unintentional, the short list of articles found on this blog seem to feature a high incidence of “sex in classical music” entries. I have yet to create an entire entry dedicated solely to the subject, but embedded in other articles the reader will find references to the sexual appeal of such musicians as Lara St. John, a link to a humorous – if disturbing – website called Beauty in Music (which is not surprisingly lacking in said beauty), links to articles that discuss the topic of overt sexuality in the classical music industry and at least one title of an article which should have elicited chuckles from all appreciative and even slightly cynical readers.Why the preoccupation with sexuality in classical music? I’m certain that I don’t know. Hints to the cause may be found throughout the other articles, but when it comes down to it, the secret and sordid life of bohemian musicians as contrasted with the conservative stance of many of their public and the historically prim and proper marketing and image of the industry can not help but be interesting. It is a remarkably fascinating dichotomy that sheds light on several aspects of social and interpersonal psychology and plays to our inherent love of secret and sophisticated perversion. Which brings me to the topic of today?s entry: A new book by former oboist Blair Tindall entitled Mozart in the Jungle: Sex, Drugs, and Classical Music.

I myself have not yet read the book, having only discovered it today, but it is on my “next-to-read” list. Yet with the other mentions of this very topic here on Noumenon, I couldn’t rightfully keep this book a secret. I wanted to share it with you as soon as possible. An article from the Times Online (UK) by James Bone (I’m sure that I’m not the only one to find humor in that name) briefly discusses the book and quotes such notable passages as

Instrument players had a sexual style unique to their instrument. Neurotic violinists, anonymous in their orchestra section, came fast. Trumpet players pumped away like jocks, while pianists’ sensitive fingers worked magic. French horn players, their instruments the testiest of all, could rarely get it up, but percussionists could make beautiful music out of anything.

With writing like that, this saucy little strumpet of a book is sure to go down with such other greats as Mannix’s The Hellfire Club and Partridge’s A History of Orgies. All strictly academic, of course.

Mozart In The Jungle, Sex, Drugs, Classical Music, Lara St. John, Blair Tindall, oboe, Hellfire Club, A History of Orgies

Show me your Sackbutt

It is now the end of April, 2005 and despite my best intentions I have not posted anything since December of ’04. The reason, for those of you who don’t follow the news that I post over at www.roderickrussell.com, is because I was awarded a grant by the Flynn Center for the Performing Arts which is enabling me to develop a new theater work of unusual dimensions.

The process has, naturally, been consuming virtually all of my time. Be it frantic and inspired creation of new material or frustrated pacing to and fro and long, irritated walks during those time when the creativity is not flowing, I have not been indulging in the act of essay writing for blogging purposes.

I would like, however, to take just a moment now to give you a little something. Back on December 8, 2004 I gave you an article entitled Art is Inherently Controversial in which I made passing mention of classical violinist Lara St. John, her decidedly sexy image, and the effect that this has on the classical music industry. The April 21, ’05 issue of the Telegraph from the UK features a story about said sex appeal in the classical music industry entitled Who needs this when the classics are already bursting with sex? by Ivan Hewett. The article attempts to make the case that the classical music industry need not artificially inject sex-laced marketing ploys into the industry because, if we look at the music as it really is, we’ll discover that it is by its very nature oozing with sexuality.

No argument from me there, but as the website Beauty in Music – which the article provides a link to – shows, a little added spice sprinkled on top never fails to attract a bit more attention. While the photograph of Abigail Newman and her sackbutt doesn’t exactly make me eager for the Playboy spread, the fact that there is even such a website brings a wry smirk to the face, and I?m sure that the new package and presentation has in fact increased revenues for the industry.

On a serious note though, while we can enjoy the new so-called freshness of the classical music PR efforts – I’m in favor of lifting the cold, artificial veil under which the industry has been hiding – let’s be wary of destroying any sense of aristocratic sensuality and the beauty of intelligent eroticism ? best conveyed by a balanced withholding and a slow seduction – in favor of a full-frontal Hollywoodesque show-me-what-you’ve-got porn approach. If the PR firms learn the gentle dance of seduction they will be radically more successful in emotionally hooking consumers for life than if they simply bombard us with blunt images of creative flauting.

Beauty in Music, classical music, sackbutt, sex, Telegraph UK

Reviving Words

No, not a magical incantation to raise the dead (for that, see the link to Alcor), but rather a few words, reflections if you will, on playing classical guitar, written years ago.

Though short, they were recently uncovered and I thought that I might share them here.

The Nature of Classical Guitar: Reflections from a Personal Perspective

Music is magic, independent of any instrument. Music in the mind, music on paper, music as unburdened pure expression is the true music. Be that as it may, we are forced, in an effort to communicate, to express pure music through an instrument.

If I could play all instruments I would. Each instrument is to be highly respected for the individual and unique voice that it confers upon any interpretation of a piece. Available time typically limits us to one instrument or group of instruments, if one desires to truly be able to express some inner voice and move themselves and others. A significant investment of time and energy is necessary to bring ones artistry and proficiency to such a level with only one instrument.

I play piano and classical guitar. It is quite happenstance that those are the instruments that I play. But in exploring those instruments, in poking and prodding to discover what they are capable of, I have become quite attached to them both.

Spending such a vast amount of ones life with an instrument and practicing diligently everyday can not but lead to an intimate relationship with the instrument. This is especially true in my life with the classical guitar.

The piano represents the extremes of my personality, of which there are many. It has a greater range than an entire orchestra, can play the most delicate pianissimo to the most thunderous fortissimo, and allows the musician to play up to ten notes at a time.
The guitar, in contrast, has a very limited range and a much smaller dynamic range. However, the tonal range and color possible on a classical guitar exceeds perhaps every other instrument to be found today, or at any time.

Within its limited dynamic range, the tonal palette is of infinite variety. There is no separation of self and instrument. Both hands are simultaneously in contact with the string, the mechanism of sound, unlike any other instrument.

The possibilities for voicing are endless. I have spent hours upon hours working with individual voices in multi-vocal works, exploring all of the timbre and tonal possibilities. In no other instrument can one bring to the fore individual voices with such clarity and freshness.

The classical guitar is a melancholy, romantic instrument, ideally suited to artistic reflection. Amidst today’s amplified society, the delicate tone of a well played classical can be lost. Many modern listeners simply do not hear the intricacies of such music and self-expression. My pursuit of a classical repertoire on this most warm and passionate of instruments is my attempt to recapture that attention to detail, that subtlety and varied shading that has been lost in much of today’s music, and most importantly to share it with a wider audience, to help enliven their sensitivities and expand the apprehension of the sublime. It is a cooperative journey.

classical guitar, piano

Sudden Noises

Sudden Noise from Inanimate ObjectsSeveral weeks ago the local alternative newspaper Seven Days ran two articles in the same issue that, despite their lack of explicit connection, nevertheless seemed to betray an intimate association.

The first article concerned an eccentric local composer named David Gunn. The second was a review of the book Sudden Noises from Inanimate Objects by the now local writer Christopher Miller, though I have since learned that he was not local when he authored the text.

My suspicion was that Miller had actually used Gunn as inspiration for his novel, and quite a wonderful novel it was, I might add.

I wrote up an article, intending to publish it in the Seven Days letters section, but it turned out to be far too long for inclusion. As I was feeling much too lazy to edit it down to a shorter length, I simply sent it to Christopher Miller and called it a day.

Included herein is the complete text of the article. I have also appended a short postscript which lays to rest the question posed in the text.

The original review and interview with the author can be viewed on the Seven Days website: Composition Book by Margot Harrison

I was unable to locate the article about Gunn on the Seven Days website, but it appears to be on the Rutland Herald website as well: Fun with music

It should be noted again, since the article was originally written for a local audience, that both Gunn and Miller are residents of Vermont, and this is what fueled my theory.

Gunning Down Silber by Roderick Russell

Reading Seven Days each week is always a great delight for me, so much so that I sometimes jump the gun and prematurely pick up a copy that I, only two paragraphs into a delightful article, suddenly realize I have already read.

So I wasn’t entirely surprised this week while reading Volume 10, Number 9 to experience an intense feeling of deja vu while deeply ensconced in the Musical Mayhem story about VT composer David Gunn.

I double checked the date, ran through my mental checklist of what I had read and where, and concluded that this was in fact the first time I had read the article. So why the deja vu? After much searching, I realized that I was reading a real-life account of a fictional character featured in a novel that I had only last month completed.

Sudden Noises from Inanimate Objects is a delightfully ridiculous novel about the fictional composer Simon Silber, a review of which also coincidentally appeared further on in the same issue of Seven Days. I need not describe it here, for Margot Harrison did a great job reviewing it for the paper and also included a short interview with the author. And for a truly accurate picture of the novel, all one need do is read the Musical Mayhem article, inflate and exaggerate as any good storyteller would, and you’ve got a novel on your hands.

So the question becomes, though the author Miller never once mentions Gunn in any place that I have found, nor does Gunn mention Miller, do they in fact know each other? Could Miller have found inspiration for his brilliant first novel in an eccentric character from Barre, VT?

It seems hard to believe that the shortest composition in the novel, entitled Crows, was not influenced by Gunn’s own shortest composition, 50 Birds. And though it doesn’t take a comic genius to create composition titles such as Help Me Rondo and Transcendental Medication, both by Gunn, orVariation in a Minor and “Babbage” Permutations by Miller (okay, perhaps the latter two are genius) and to discover similarities between them, the parallels between the fictional character Silber and the very real character Gunn remain too numerous to overlook.

Both composers are highly concerned with meticulous and exacting recreation of their music. Granted, it could be argued that many composers are concerned with the representation of their artistic ideals, but Miller himself writes into his novel that Silber composes only for the solo piano “because he didn’t trust anyone else to interpret his works.” Compare that to Gunn’s admission that, though he is proud that the VYO was able to present his Incandescendence at the Flynn, they did so “32 percent faster than I had written it.” Not twice as fast, not simply “faster”, but precisely 32 percent. Perhaps there’s some hidden reference to the number of Goldberg Variations1 or the year of Glenn Gould’s birth that I’m missing there, but being so exacting deserves to be called “pulling a Silber”.

With both composers being characterized overwhelmingly by the “various states of oblivion” in which they live and their concern for meticulous recreation of their musical ideas, along with other countless similarities, one can only assume that Miller used Gunn as a basis for his novel.

Mind you, I am certain that Gunn is a great man with wonderful ideas. Any fictional representation of him is naturally, as any good caricature will, going to creatively inflate the circumstances. It just so happens that in some caricatures, the comically large nose really isn?t that different from the original. If anything, the article in Seven Days and the similarities I’ve discovered have encouraged me to explore this real-life character more. I only wonder if in fact Gunn was Miller’s muse on this project.

In any event, the novel is fantastic and an absolute hoot, especially for cynical-minded music lovers, and I highly recommend it to everyone. Kudos to Miller on a wonderful first novel.

1. In true Silber fashion, I should note that technically there are only 30 variations in the Goldbergs, but that the Aria is typically played once at the beginning and once at the end, leaving us with 32 separate selections.

POSTSCRIPT

Mr. Miller was kind enough to give me a wonderful little response to my article which put to rest any debate about Gunn’s possible inspirational role in the creation of the book. I hope that Mr. Miller doesn’t mind if I briefly quote him below:

Any resemblance between Silber and Gunn is just further proof that it’s impossible to satirize modern music because the reality is wackier than anything I could dream up.

Miller also commented that he was living in St. Louis at the time of the writing, and had actually never heard of Gunn.

Thank you for settling the argument Christopher. Keep putting pen to paper and cranking out those delightful words!

Sudden Noises from Inanimate Objects, Seven Days VT, David Gunn, music, composers, Simon Silber, Christopher Miller, Vermont Youth Orchestra