Month: February 2007

All the world’s a stage

The word “revolutionary” gets thrown around a lot with reference to new music. But how do you measure just how revolutionary a musical style is? Who’s the greater innovator: Debussy or Stravinsky? Is serialism or minimalism a bigger break with the past? Here’s a possible criterion: do the critics go through all five Kübler-Ross stages?

The Kübler-Ross model is usually associated with death and the surrounding grief, but Kübler-Ross herself intended it as a representation of how people deal with any catastrophic information. So if an avant-garde vocabulary/technique/philosophy really has the shock of the new, we should see the results greeted with those five little words:

  • Denial: This isn’t music!
  • Anger: I’m insulted that this music is being inflicted on me.
  • Bargaining: Perhaps other people might accept this as music, but please don’t let it happen while I’m around.
  • Depression: If this is what passes for music these days, we’re in a sorry state indeed.
  • Acceptance: Hey, maybe this stuff isn’t so bad after all.

  • Note that the Kübler-Ross stages don’t have to happen in any particular order (although acceptance usually comes last). And some of these could be combined: denial and anger, for example (I’m insulted that you would try and make me think this is music).

    So what do the stages look like in the field? Let’s try everybody’s favorite bugaboo, Arnold Schoenberg.

  • Denial: Arnold Schoenberg’s famous, or notorious, Five Pieces for Orchestra are worse than the reputation that preceded them…. There is not the slightest reason to believe that their squeaks, groans and caterwaulings represent in any way the musical idiom of today or tomorrow or of any future time. (Richard Aldrich, New York Times, November 30, 1921)
  • Anger: The performance of a new string quartet by Arnold Schoenberg must also be mentioned…. [I]n the middle of the last movement people shouted at the top of their voices: ‘Stop! Enough! We will not be treated like fools!’ And I must confess to my sorrow that I, too, let myself be driven to similar outbursts. (Ludwig Karpath, Signale [Berlin], January 6, 1909)
  • Bargaining: I fear and dislike the music of Arnold Schoenberg… If such music-making is ever to become accepted, then I long for Death the Releaser. (James Huneker, New York Times, January 19, 1913)
  • Depression: How miserable would our descendants be, if this joyless gloomy Schoenberg would ever become the mode of expression of their time! (Hugo Leichtentritt, Signale [Berlin], February 7, 1912)
  • Acceptance: One likes to think that just as the Five Pieces paved the way for Pierrot Lunaire so the Variations are paving the way for a second masterpiece of a similar calibre. Even if this be not the case, the Variations remain among the most outstanding works written since the war and are undoubtedly the most important music Schönberg has written for twenty years. For whereas the post-war piano suites might have been written by any of Schönberg’s followers, the Variations could only have been written by the master himself. (Constant Lambert, Music Ho!, 1935)

  • (The first four from, where else? Nicolas Slonimsky’s Lexicon of Musical Invective.) In a similarly teutonic spirit, what about one of Schoenberg’s favorites, Brahms?

  • Denial: What is then nowadays music, harmony, melody, rhythm, meaning, form, when this rigmarole seriously pretends to be regarded as music? If Herr Dr. Johannes Brahms intends to mystify his admirers with this newest work, if he wants to make fun of their brainless veneration, then it is of course something else, and we marvel at Herr Brahms as the greatest bluffer of this century and of all future millenia. (Hugo Wolf, Salonblatt [Vienna], December 5, 1886)
  • Anger: I played over the music of that scoundrel Brahms. What a giftless bastard! It annoys me that this self-inflated mediocrity is hailed as a genius. (Tchaikowsky’s diary, October 9, 1886)

  • …and so forth. I would guess that a scrapbook of Philip Glass reviews would yield five pertinent examples without too much trouble, and a survey of “respectable” reactions to the coming of jazz in the early 1900’s would make a fine case study, as well.

    I find it hard to believe that I’m the first person to think of this, but a quick web search didn’t turn up anything similar. (I did find this article that analyzes Bartók’s Concerto for Orchestra as a series of Kübler-Ross stages.) Anyone know if somebody out there has taken this beyond a mere blog post?

    Learning the blues

    Over at “Dial M” last week, Phil issued his iPod challenge, while Jonathan offered some career advice. Jonathan said that popular music, in his opinion, wasn’t necessarily the best musicological wall to toss your prospectively employed cap over, but of course, popular music was what turned up in spades on the hard drives of those to took up Phil’s dare. (This led to its own Brundlefly-like combination meme.)

    In the spirit of things, here’s a little souvenir of the initial incursion of pop into the ivory tower. The first jazz theory class, ever, wasn’t offered in the United States—it was at the Hoch Conservatory in Frankfurt, Germany, taught by a young Hungarian composer named Mátyás Seiber. Seiber started the class in 1928, and by 1931, had achieved enough notoriety that he and the Hoch Conservatory jazz band were invited to perform for German radio—and you can listen to their performance of Peter Packay’s “Oh My” courtesy of the Deutsches Rundfunkarchiv. (Real Player only, which is a mild annoyance.) How do they do? Not bad at all—except for a few ragged syncopations, they could easily pass for an American or British “hot” band of the period.

    The Nazis, pretty predictably, didn’t take kindly to Seiber’s class, and, upon its cancellation in 1933, Seiber emigrated to London, where he kept busy as a teacher and composer, appropriately working in a wide variety of styles and genres, from avant-garde to pop. (His cantata on Joyce’s Ulysses, which I remember perusing the score of, is an unjustly neglected gem.) He died in a car crash in 1960; Ligeti dedicated the score of Atmosphères to his memory, which gives you some indication of the breadth of his career and influence.

    Reading Session

    [C]redibility persists as a criterion of musical quality both because there is no more functional alternative criterion and because it is self-confirming. These mechanisms can help account for both conservatism of musical style and of musical evaluation.

    Composers crave credibility. Even if we don’t care about popularity, or academic honors, or maintaining a cutting-edge reputation, we at least want the respect of other musicians recognizing that we know what we’re doing. As it turns out, there’s a lot more at stake than a bruised ego.

    Back in 1973, Karl Weick, David Gilfillan, and Thomas Keith published a curious study in the journal Sociometry called “The Effect of Composer Credibility on Orchestra Performance” (from which the above quote is taken). They took two jazz bands and, giving them a cover story to conceal their true motives, had each band play through the same three anonymous pieces. (Fun trivia: two of the pieces were by Alf Clausen, now famous as the composer for The Simpsons.) The first was to establish a baseline for the skill level of each group. The second two comprised the experiment. For each piece, the conductor read a short “press release” purporting to be a publishing company’s promotional bio of the arranger.

    The press release for the non-serious composer read as follows: “After spending many years writing thousands of the better known dance arrangements, the arranger is attempting moderize his style and is trying to reach a new audience, with the hope of getting into movies or television. We at Mission welcome the chance to reintroduce him to you.”

    The press release for the serious composer read as follows: “This chart is a ‘classic’ done in the style that has made the arranger so popular. His credits include work done for the top motion picture, television, and recording industries. We at Mission are proud to welcome him and hope to publish many of his works.”

    Which bio went with which piece was reversed for the two bands. They recorded the bands reading through the charts, then rehearsing them a little, then playing them again. They then analyzed the recordings for accuracy.

    The seriousness or credibility manipulation had a considerable effect on the first playthrough of the tunes. Not only did each band make a smaller percentage of errors on its serious than on its non-serious tune, but in both cases the serious play of a tune was done with fewer errors than the non-serious play.

    The graph says it all:

    What’s more, subsequent testing revealed that the players remembered less of the “non-serious” tune than the “serious” one.

    Here’s the really interesting thing: the effect pretty much disappeared once the bands had a chance to rehearse each piece. After a bit of familiarization, the “serious” and “non-serious” tunes were rendered with equal accuracy. And Weick et al can hear the implications loud and clear:

    The present data, however, suggest that extended direct exposure to the work of art itself can reduce, and even eliminate, the impact of attested credibility. Brief exposure favors conservatism and rejection of the novel, prolonged exposure favors change. Thus, an additional unexpected contributor to conservatism in the social system of music may be the time pressure which musicians experience in studio orchestras, symphony orchestras, rehearsal orchestras, or in recording sessions. In each of these settings, abbreviated rehearsing is the rule, prolonged rehearsing the exception. This should reduce opportunities to study, gain familiarity with and positively evaluate the novel.

    Weick, Gilfillan, and Keith weren’t studying music; they were studying organizations. Weick still does, focusing, in part, on how organizations use self-imposed limitations on the interpretation of information to reduce equivocality, that is, when one fact can be considered to have multiple meanings. The problem is, orchestras and the like are among those organizations for which the reduction of equivocality is almost necessarily happenstance.

    Weick and Gilfillan (1971) suggested another reason why innovation is resisted—a reason that bears directly on the nature of evaluation in the arts. They demonstrated that if a social system produces a specific strategy from among a set of alternatives that are equally functional, plausible, and defensible, and among which choices can legitimately be made on nonevidential grounds (such as taste), the chosen strategy will persist unchanged for eleven generations. The strategy gains the force of tradition and when the initial choice is not demonstrably better or worse than an alternative, the choice is labeled warrentedly arbitrary.

    In other words, since artistic taste is completely subjective, arts organizations are more likely encrust arbitrary operational procedures with the force of tradition, and less likely to break out of old habits. Not enough rehearsal time? Not enough repetition of a new piece to give it a chance at a foothold? Well, geez, that’s the way we’ve always done it. (If it’s good enough for Brahms, it’s good enough for you.)

    Might this explain why so many new orchestral works sound suspiciously similar these days? Vaguely to overtly tonal, rhythmically simple, with gestures lifted whole cloth from the Romantic and Impressionist repertoire—I’m not saying there isn’t valuable music being written in that style; but there’s a whole lot of other styles out there that already have a strike or two against them going into a symphonic or operatic environment. And it’s a vicious cycle: without that major-arts-ensemble performance/commission on your CV, your credibility takes a hit, and it’s that much harder to get a proper hearing of your music. Schoenberg waited decades to hear some of his pieces; Cage’s experience with major orchestras was, to say the least, unrewarding; the minimalists got tired of the whole game and formed their own performing ensembles. Maybe that should be a warning sign—credibility applies to organizations, too.

    Can you detect what’s coming next from the flex of the wrist?

    From Phil, over at “Dial M”:

    I issue this challenge to my fellow pointy-headed music-bloggers: post a randomly-generated Ipod playlist on your blog, with relevant commentary.

    Apparently this is a new activity among the cultural elite. Phil mentions an alternative weekly in Seattle in which “hipsters hand over their Ipods and get grilled on the most incriminating songs that reside therein.” Of course, among musicians, the whole idea of any song being “incriminating” runs afoul of Guerrieri’s Law of True Musicianship, which is why I’m mildly ticked that my own random sample failed to turn up either The Chipmunks or Ferrante & Teicher. But this particular exercise puts us at the mercy of the machine—so here’s the baker’s dozen that the gods of chance have decreed to be a window into my soul.

    1. “Take This Job and Shove It” (Johnny Paycheck)
    A good example of the Comedy Song Inverse-Absurdity rule, which I just made up: the goofier the lyrics, the more polished and elegantly constructed the music needs to be in order for a song to work. “Take This Job and Shove It” wouldn’t get half the laughs it does if it was a sloppy, parodistic country song, instead of a real, solid, well-crafted one. This, incidentally, is why faux-country numbers in musical comedies are never, ever funny.

    2. Fauré: “Fleur Jetée,” op. 39 nº 2 (Barbara Hendricks/Michel Dalberto)
    I have a weird history with this song. The first time I encountered it, I was sight-reading, and I was apparently having an unusually good day, as I read it down cold. Since then, every time I’ve played it, things haven’t gone nearly so well, but I really hate practicing it; because of the memory of that first read-though, I can’t shake the feeling that the song is, somehow or other, wasting my time. Still, a great song, although it ends up sounding way too bombastic on non-Pleyel modern pianos.

    3. Barraqué: Sonata pour piano: premiére partie (Stefan Litwin)
    I’ll admit, I don’t dial this one up on my own very much (40 minutes of free time doesn’t come along that often), but it’s a big smile when it happens to turn up on shuffle mode. Every time I wonder about the historical worth and necessity of serialism, a shot of Barraqué reminds me: exquisite, astonishing music that couldn’t possibly be conceived of in any other vocabulary. One of the greats.

    4. Tchaikowsky: The Seasons, op. 37a: August, “Harvest Song” (Dmitry Paperno)
    “The Seasons” is the piece that finally sold me on Tchaikowsky, who for the longest time didn’t inspire much affection beyond “Sleeping Beauty.” But these twelve polished jewels are so sure-footed not only musically, but physically at the keyboard, that you end up appreciating not only the craft, but the aesthetic. (Prof. Paperno was my piano professor at DePaul; he’ll shake his head knowingly when I reveal that “Harvest Song” is one of the movements I still can’t really play.)

    5. Heuberger: “Im chambre séparée” (Elizabeth Schwarzkopf)
    From the album Elizabeth Schwarzkopf Sings Operetta, which I listened to all through college, thus completely missing out on the whole grunge thing. To which I can only say: thanks, Liz!

    6. “Be With You” (The Bangles)
    Not my favorite off their Greatest Hits (those would be “Eternal Flame” and “Everything I Wanted”), but the fade-in from a warming-up orchestra is a nice touch. One great thing about this album: it contains harmonic dictation examples for all skill levels. Keeping it close at hand saved this TA on more than one bleary morning.

    7. Gershwin: “Mine” from Let ‘Em Eat Cake (McGovern/Kert/Tilson Thomas)
    The Gershwins were meta before meta was cool. The leads sing a fairly standard (if melodically adventurous) romantic song (“Mine / more than divine / to know that love like yours is mine”), after which the chorus joins in contrapuntally, explaining the number to the audience (“The point they’re making in the song / is that they more than get along”). Ira Gershwin is a god.

    8. “Don’t Worry Baby” (The Beach Boys)
    The most romantic song ever written about a drag race, and the fact that it’s not a left-handed compliment to say that is testament to its indelible genius. Brian Wilson is a god.

    9. “I Only Have Eyes For You” (The Flamingos)
    This is a cool mind-bender. Listen to this song while reading the chapter on the uncertainty principle (the one that says that the more you know about an object’s position, the less you know about its trajectory, and vice versa) in Werner Heisenberg’s The Physical Principles of the Quantum Theory. You’ll swear that’s what the song is really about.

    I don’t know if I’m in a garden, or on a crowded avenue… are there stars in the sky? Maybe millions of people pass by, but they all disappear from view; for I only have eyes for you.


    10. “We’ve Got a Groovey Thing Goin'” (Simon & Garfunkel)
    I often wonder what phrase I’m blissfully batting around today that’ll sound as hopelessly dated as “groovy” twenty years from now. Sometimes I think it might be “human being.” Then I wake up in a cold sweat, screaming incoherently about evil robots. (I actually use the word “groovy” quite a bit. “Swell,” too.)

    11. “Oh Boy!” (Buddy Holly)
    Here’s something interesting about Buddy Holly songs. When the persona he’s adopting is totally earnest, the rhythm is straight-eighths (“Peggy Sue,” “Everyday,” “Oh Boy!”); when the persona is one of you-cannot-be-serious sarcasm, the rhythm is a triplet-based shuffle (“That’ll Be the Day,” “Think It Over”). Someday I’ll write an article on this for an academic journal. I’ll call it “Triplets of Incredulity: Disbelief and Hermeneutic Swagger in the Buddy Holly Oeuvre.”

    12. “The Way We Were” (Barbara Streisand)
    When you think about it, Streisand is one of the great crossover artists of all time—the crossover being from straight musical theatre to radio-ready Adult-Contemporary. “The Way We Were” is the perfect example: essentially a typical second-act Broadway ballad that effortlessly becomes a 70’s pop hit with just a little wah-wah guitar and one Babs melismatic excursion towards the end. Go ahead: imagine Ethel Merman singing this song. Works just fine, doesn’t it?

    13. “Nearer to Thee” (Sam Cooke with the Soul Stirrers)
    I don’t know if there’s a heaven. If there is, I don’t know if I’m going. But I know this: if I get there, Sam Cooke’s going to sing me in the door.

    Still They Ride


    Geoff Edgers passes along the news that the July 4th headliner at Tanglewood will be Journey (you should click on their link just for the “Space Invaders” flash intro). In their effort to bring in a younger crowd, the BSO is turning to a band that was formed prior to the birth of the entire TMC student body. (Though, to be fair, “Don’t Stop Believin'” is turning out to be the Elina Makropoulos of pop songs.) Geoff is rightly perturbed at the Steve Perry-less lineup, but really, they’ve had so many singers that, if they all showed up, Levine could reprise Gurrelieder from last summer.

    Screenshot from the Atari 2600 game Journey: Escape, released in 1982. That’s right, they got their own video-game cartridge. Take that, Copland!

    Update (2/7): “Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)”: they aren’t coming after all.

    I tried to fake it; I don’t mind saying, I just can’t make it

    Here in Massachusetts, we’ve had a minor outbreak of things not being what they seem. All day yesterday, the Hub of the Universe was anthropomorphically reduced to a nervous old lady with the shades drawn by a bunch of “bombs” that turned out to be misguided guerilla advertising. Then we find out that our boy wonder Red Sox general manager didn’t get married at Coney Island after all. Ha, ha! Joke! It’s enough to make you pine for simpler times—you know, the kind that Howard Hughes wrote about in his autobiography.

    Anyway, I got to thinking why there haven’t been more musical hoaxes over the years. I’m not talking about literary hoaxes that revolve around music, which have ranged from the ridiculous (that whole Webern-Nazi thing) to the sublime (Shostakovich’s alleged memoirs). I’m talking about creating a piece of music that’s presented under false pretenses. The really notable examples don’t take up many counting fingers:

  • Violinist Fritz Kreisler had a knack for unearthing forgotten violin works from minor masters of the 17th and 18th centuries. When I say “unearthing,” I mean composing. The actual pieces, though, are not bad, and still turn up as encores now and again.
  • In a similar vein, it was confirmed in 1977 that Mozart’s early Violin Concerto in D, nicknamed “Adélaïde,” had in fact been composed by Marius Casadesus (Robert’s uncle) in 1933. Like Kreisler, Casadesus was listed as the editor on the first printed edition. (Apparently, the Casadesus family were such notorious forgers that, as doubts about the “Adélaïde” concerto began to trickle in, the piece was attributed to Marius’s brother Henri.)
  • The 1948 discovery of Nikolai Ovsianiko-Kulikovsky’s 21st Symphony, dating from 1809, was seen as evidence that early 19th-century Russian composition wasn’t as barren as previously thought—until it was revealed as a fraud, most probably composed by its “discoverer,” violinist Mikhail Goldstein.
  • French music-lovers were thrilled when, in 1951, a previously lost coronation mass by the Baroque composer Étienne Moulinié was premiered in Paris. They were less thrilled when it turned out the piece was really by Father Emile Martin, the director of the choir that re-premiered the mass.
  • In 1961, the BBC broadcast Piotr Zak’s Mobile for Tape and Percussion, which was revealed to be an avant-garde parody cobbled together at random by BBC radio technicians. The spoof fooled at least a couple of critics.

  • One of the reasons there’s so few musical hoaxes is that the field is fairly limited: you can either create fake antiquity, or fake avant-garde. The former means running a gauntlet of hungry musicologists. The latter carries with it the very real danger that the genuine article has already surpassed the purported absurdity of the ersatz; that Zak Mobile sounds suspiciously like a retread of John Cage’s Williams Mix, doesn’t it? (There’s also what I’ll call the Ern Malley problem—named for an imaginary modernist Australian poet who was invented to mock modernist pretention, and whose supposedly nonsensical poems actually read pretty well.)

    There’s another reason musical hoaxes aren’t all that prevalent, though, and that’s because music is already pretty close to a hoax itself. Think about it: as a listener, you’re presented with a sequence of sounds, that may or may not have some arithmetically vibrational relation to each other, being generated by serious-looking people working machines that aren’t terribly practical, usually in some sort of formalized setting, and somehow, from this non-figurative gibberish, you convince yourself that these sounds mean something, either emotionally or narratively, and you’re moved by it. You’re kidding, right?

    On the one hand, yes, of course I’m kidding: music does move us, and for those of us who care enough to waste time reading music blogs, it’s a vitally important part of our emotional lives. And the creation of music, unlike a hoax, isn’t usually an act of dishonesty. But I’ve often thought that music is a lot like stage magic. We don’t for a second believe that the magician is really sawing the lady in half, but we still enjoy watching the lady get sawn in half. To point out the obvious unreality of the situation ruins the fun. Music is the same way: it doesn’t really communicate anything, in the practical sense, but we choose to believe that it does, because that’s what opens the door for a meaningful artistic experience.

    Orson Welles, a connoisseur of hoaxes, was also no mean magician himself, and when he performed his magic act as a cameo in Follow the Boys, he introduced it by saying, “We trust you like to be fooled. We hope we fool you.” Sometimes I feel the same way as a musician—which is why I think music is pretty barren ground for hoaxes. A hoax involves fooling people without their knowing it; but on a crucial level, the fact that people listen to music means we can trust they like to be fooled.