The People United: Variation II October 20, 2009
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The People United Will Never Be Defeated: Variation 2. Notes next week.
It all begins here: The People United: Theme
The People United: Variation I October 1, 2009
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The People United Will Never Be Defeated: Variation 1.
“Please do not unplug the humidifier…” That’s more or less what the white square on the piano reads. I’m pretty sure I left my music at home, because judging from the tucked shirt, I must have been teaching that day.
Continued from The People United: Theme
So, how do you start a variation cycle about the desire for socialist revolution? “Weaving, delicate but firm,” reads the instructions to the performer. That explains the incessant and caressing crossing of the hands. The theme is still discernible, but it has been atomized so that certain notes appear to jump up or down an orbital; we never hear more than one note at a time (monophony). And yet, despite the sparsity of this movement, the music bounces across all seven registers of the keyboard in under a minute flat.

Variation I (0:06)
Notes, though, aren’t the only thing that can be woven, and as the composer demonstrates, you can also “braid” different patterns of articulation, i.e. the way one attacks the notes. Four kinds of attack are featured here: legato (smooth), staccato (detached), tenuto (sustained), and accento (accented). Neither species of articulation, of course, is unusual by itself, but together, they conspire to turn this otherwise simple movement into a hand-eye coordination nightmare; the unpredictable accents certainly preserve something of the defiant attitude of the theme.
It’s quite possible that Rzewsky had Webern in mind here, since the latter also wrote a set of piano variations that tends towards the same kind of atomization. Yet in Webern’s variations, the movements come together through serial operations and though the residual echoes of strange and naked intervals. The interest of this variation, however, lies in the means rather than the effects. Pixellating the theme to its barest outlines, this variation uses that economy to dramatize the material extremes of the instrument.
The People United: The Pied Pianist September 25, 2009
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Pianos don’t travel well. That’s why we have Mason and Hamlin, but no Pied Pianist. But with Web 2.0, anyone can now be a digital troubadour. Of course, we take our act to the web for different reasons. Some want fame, exposure, a record contract. Others are just looking for a sympathetic niche or coterie audience out there. In my case, I simply miss that feeling of accomplishment after connecting with a work of music so well you can perform it in concert. After sweating in practice, nothing compares to that high I used to experience, when I could run the course from start to finish in competition or in the company of friends and family.
Which brings me to the starting line of Frederick Rzewski’s pianistic marathon, a piece I’ll probably never finish, yet one whose technical demands will keep me occupied, and whose symbolic dimension, I think, will keep me keeping at it. The People United Will Never Be Defeated: 36 Variations on a Chilean Song has a title that makes it impossible to separate aesthetics and politics. The source on which the variations are based is the protest anthem, ¡El Pueblo Jamas Sera Jamas Vencido! by Sergio Ortega and Quilapayun, and through supplementary quotations of other popular political songs, The People throws its support to socialist movements past and present. The outlines of this cultural struggle emerge in the score through playing directions such as “with determination,” “recklessly,” “in a militant manner,” “optimistically.” At certain points, the pianist is called upon to whistle in reflection and in a moment recalling John Cage’s 4′11”, slam the piano lid shut. Yet if this work were intended as propaganda, why make the message so complex?
If there’s any musical work as encyclopedic in style as Ulysses is in literature, this is it. The occasion informing this piece is the coming together of conservatory-trained and folk musicians under the Unidad Popular coalition in the Chilean nation during the seventies just before Pinochet came to power. In tribute to this cultural moment, Rzewski aims at a synthesis of diverse musical practices both “popular” and “avant-garde.”
Admittedly, the classical tradition predominates here. Critics have compared the work to the Goldberg Variations on the basis that the final movement reprises the original theme (even though the same could be said of Beethoven’s Op. 109), and several variations (No. 3, for example) are indeed canonic in form. The architectonic structure to which every movement is subordinated also bears the strong impress of composers like Webern, Boulez, and Stockhausen. The thirty-six variations break down into six major cycles, each with six stages: “1) simple events; 2) rhythms; 3) melodies; 4) counterpoints; 5) harmonies…” The sixth stage of each cycle recapitulates material from the previous five, so that each of the variations in the sixth cycle reprises its five corresponding sister variations.
Yet strong currents of popular musics keep the variations from spiraling out of the orbit of the intelligible. The rhythmic writing lends the variations a catchiness that is absent in the music of Rzewski’s fellow experimentalists. Several of the variations recall the phase music of Terry Riley and Steve Reich; others, early rock; others, still, reflect Rzewsky’s experience as a jazz improviser and the osmosis of Latin American folk music into New York. Only by some strange feat of alchemy are all of these elements successfully negotiated within the texture of the whole.
From start to finish, The People United takes about hour to perform, but a single-sitting performance is not at all my goal. No, I’ll leave that to the Ursula Oppens’ and Frederick Rzewski’s and the Stephen Drury’s of the piano world. I’m content right now to work piecemeal from one variation to the next, even if it takes me several years, posting a renditions and reflections and swapping them for improved versions at each leg of my musical odyssey in which I wear the closest thing I have to particolored shirts (my teaching attire) and see how many different pianos I can get my hands on.
Despite their technical demands, the variations are short, so that unlike with a piece with infrequent divisions, I can feel l am making progress. In the future, I suppose it would be possible to string together a number of such recording sessions to produce a complete, however imperfect, set. So with determination, I give you Rzewski’s theme (“With determination”).
The People United: Theme September 14, 2009
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ENGL 98R August 27, 2009
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At the Harvard COOP
This made my day.
No Longer the Pits: Birthday in the ‘Burgh July 31, 2009
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Primanti Bros. Sandwich "Pittsburgh Style" (Photo credit: seriouseats.com)
Pittsburgh, land of steel and smoggy skies. Wrong. Welcome to the land of fries, robots, and birthday dreams come true.
No matter how much you hate birthdays, no matter how hard you fight them, you’re no match for the ingenuity of close friends. The night of my 27th birthday, I get a phone call from….let’s call him Drago per his request. Distance has separated us, but Drago and I go way back, having played violin together in orchestra through middle and high school. We used to eat lunch together and read Calvin and Hobbes on the lawn as though we were the spiky-haired kid and his best tiger themselves; one Halloween, Drago even dyed his hair orange. He invites me to Pittsburgh, offering to pay for airfare provided I fly out the next day. I hem and haw, being the unspontaneous person that I am, but the offer is sweetened by the fact that….let’s call her Satsuki, another violinist from orchestra, is already there visiting. The moment is as exhilarating and terrifying as a frat house initiation. The only difference is that there’s no sack over my head. Twenty hours later, and it’s a middle school reunion at baggage claim. (more…)
Return to Greenberg May 31, 2009
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Jackson Pollock: White Light (1954)
Andrei writes in response to “Clement Greenberg at 100: Part 2″:
Anyway, a fascinating discussion of Greenberg and music, but I’d like to mildly point out that Greenberg couldn’t have had in mind the ad hominem hope for artists being literal revolutionaries that you attribute to him. To take just the example of “Avant-Garde and Kitsch,” which precedes the “Crisis” essay by some years, Greenberg goes on at length about the essentially apolitical and potential right-wing use of avant-garde art, citing the Italians, Gottfried Benn, etc. And Ezra Pound was a particular bête noire of Greenberg’s, who wrote a letter protesting his winning a poetry prize.
It seems to me you are right in smelling a kind of smuggled analogy, not between the artist and revolutionary, but between canvas and society. If the canvas is “egalitarian” then there are no oppressed and dominant parts. It’s a sophism that appeals to musicians, too: does not Schönberg say something about freeing the notes from a tonal center? And then there’s ‘free’ jazz. Interestingly Coleman’s “Free Jazz” album has a Pollock painting on the inside cover. An unlikely Greenberg reader?
You raise some valid points, and I should have been more careful in framing my remarks. However, you are citing Greenberg in the subjunctive: In Part IV of “A&K,” G hypothesizes what might have happened had the German and Italian masses asked the avant-garde for their entertainment. But the fact is, they didn’t. Benn and Goebbels had tried recommending [German] modernism to Hitler, but as G writes, “it was more practical to accede to the wishes of the masses in matters of culture than to those of their paymasters [i.e. Benn, Goebbels].” Similarly, “Marinetti, Chirico, et. al. are sent into the outer darkness [by Mussolini], and the new railroad station in Rome will not be modernistic.” That should tell you what Greenberg thought of the “right wing use of avant-garde art.” By contrast, he argues in the “The Plight of Culture” that the centrist use of avant-garde art can restore the gap between labor and culture.
As for your second point, the “ad hominem hope [or fear] for artists being literal revolutionaries” was quite common among American intellectuals in the thirties, when modernism and radical politics were seen go hand in hand. The best American example is John Dos Passos; the best European one, the Surrrealists. It’s around the start of the Second World War, that we begin to see what Serge Guilbaut describes as the “demarxization of the intelligentsia,” the disabusing of most leftist intellectuals. The exception to the rule, which Guilbaut does not mention, were African-American intellectuals, many of whom remained loyal to the Communist Party. Ralph Ellison and Richard Wright defected, but others stayed on at least until Garveyism, Negritude, and the Civil Rights Movement came along. In any case, I said that Pound was an exception to Greenberg’s rule that vanguard artists were revolutionaries. I should have also mentioned Wyndham Lewis, who speaks of a “rearguard action.”
Greenberg’s response to Pound is complicated. Yes, Greenberg is offended by Pound’s anti-Semitism. But if you think about it, they would have shared many of the same aesthetic views. Both believed that high standards of taste were necessary and that good criticism had ameliorative effects. And note that while Greenberg doesn’t support patronage, he doesn’t frown either on T.S. Eliot’s notion in a caste system that preserves those high standards of taste. When Greenberg wrote “Avant-Garde and Kitsch,” he still looked favorably on Pound, as his VIP list of modernists testifies: “Rimbaud, Mallarme, Ezra Pound, Hart Crane, Stevens.” The change of heart only comes when The Pisan Cantos are published. Yet despite any objections to The Cantos on personal grounds, he says doesn’t believe in censorship. He can’t claim aesthetic grounds because the judging panel happens to consist of poets whose taste he happens to admire, (T.S. Eliot and W.H. Auden). He blames the panel not for their choice of Pound, but for their refusal to reveal their criteria for the making the award.
I think you put in better than I did in clarifying the analogy G makes between canvas and society. I believe the phrase that Schönberg used was the “emancipation of dissonance.” I only used Webern because he makes the specific analogy between serialism and cubism. He also clarifies the difference between (Schoenberg’s) serialism, which eliminates the entire notion of key areas, from (Debussy’s) impressionism, which only collapses the distinction between major and minor.
As for Coleman, Coleman was like Charlie Parker, well read. It’s likely that he knew of Greenberg’s work. The painting he used for the Free Jazz album cover was Jackson Pollock’s White Light, though you can see how the image was cropped. The cover art for earlier albums, such as Dave Brubeck’s Time Out, draw a similar connection between avant-garde painting and avant-garde jazz. Cover art and the commodification of jazz, however, is a post for another time.

Free Jazz (1961)

Time Out (1959)
Next Week: The Poems of Frank Bidart
B.A. in Broadway: Musicking the English Major May 14, 2009
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A stack of student papers awaits my patient pen, which means I am putting off work on Ashbery and any new substantive post for a while. Instead, some fluff on the changing reputation of the English major as told through…Broadway.
There’s a whole literature on the “academic” or “campus novel,” but what about the “academic musical”? I’ve never seen Bye Bye Birdie (before YouTube), but judging from the song, an English professor wasn’t so ignominious a thing to be in the Fifties.
Bye Bye Birdie (Strouse/Adams), 1960
“An English Teacher” (2:59-6:39)
In this opening scene, Albert, a struggling music agent, has just lost his star singer Conrad Birdie (modeled on The King) to the draft. His lover and secretary Rosie convinces Albert to go back to school to become…an English teacher. Below, a production by Houston High School in Germantown, PA.
You were going to college and get ahead
Instead of being a music business bum
You were going to NYU
And become an English teacherAnd furthermore, he wrote poetry. And in the NYU yearbook for 1952 under Albert Peterson’s favorite piece of literature do you know what it says? Little Women!
An English teacher, an English teacher.
If only you’d been an English teacher
We’d have a little apartment in Queens
You’d get a summer vacation
And we would know what life means
A man who’s got his masters
Is really someone
How proud I’d be if you had become one
It could have been such a wonderful life
I could have been Mrs. Peterson
Mrs. Albert Peterson,
Mrs. Phi Beta Kappa Peterson,
The English teacher’s wife!
And we would know what life means. That’s certainly why I signed up.
Rose sings about the glory of university life, but is there perhaps some irony in her words? Two years later, Edward Albee’s play Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? comes to Broadway. It’s main characters are George, another hen-pecked intellectual, and his wife Martha. Between Albert the English major wasting his talents in business and George the jaded, tenured, history professor, we have something that looks like Clark Kerr’s diagnoses of “the knowledge industry” in The Uses of the University (1963).
Avenue Q (Marx/Lopez), 2003
“What do you do with a B.A. in English” (0:00-1:17)
Another number from an opening scene. Fresh out of college, Princeton moves to New York in search for his purpose in life–and an affordable place to live. The number, as presented by the UNLV Theater Class.
What do you do with a B.A. in English,
What is my life going to be?
Four years of college and plenty of knowledge,
Have earned me this useless degree.I can’t pay the bills yet,
‘Cause I have no skills yet,
The world is a big scary place.But somehow I can’t shake,
The feeling I might make,
A difference,
To the human race.
Avenue Q is chock with musical allusions to the Sesame Street songbook. Princeton’s solo, I’m convinced, is a quiet homage to Kermit’s “Rainbow Connection.” Listen to the intro and the 3/4 (“waltz”) meter. Here’s Kermit’s duet version with Debbie Harry.
If you happen to know another musical that features an academic role, don’t keep me in the dark.
“Ashes”: The Endurance of John Ashbery May 5, 2009
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[This piece is raw around the edges. It lacks tautness and forward movement. Revisions are necessary. I post it, as I am trying to keep to a schedule. The entry will expand and morph over the next few days. Not that anyone but I will mind.]

"Ashes" at 35, in 1962
John Ashbery had the worst nickname ever:
Down the dark stairs drifts the streaming cha-
cha-cha- Through the urine and smoke we charge
to the floor. Wrapped in Ashes’ arms I glide— Frank O’Hara, “At the Old Place”
It’s rather ironic, given that Ashes has outlasted not just O’Hara but every original member of the gang of poets typically referred to as the New York School. Frank, Jimmy, Kenny, and Barb have all kicked the bucket: O’Hara, in 1966; James Schuyler, in 1991; Kenneth Koch (pronounced “COKE”), in 2002; and Barbara Guest in 2006.
But at the soon-to-be age of 82, Ashbery still endures in mind, legacy, and body. He has graced Boston with his presence at least twice this school year. I saw him last October give a reading at M.I.T., the occasion being the publication of his Collected Poems 1957-1986. And this past Saturday, Ashbery returned to his alma mater to accept the 2009 Harvard Arts Medal at the annual ARTS FIRST Festival.
In the small world of poetry, Ashbery is one of the true few celebrities. Since the publication of Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror, the mild-mannered Ashbery has gathered all the awards and honors possible for a poet, which makes it all the more difficult to fathom the fact that he was ever considered to be a fringe poet. How then did Ashbery become the gentle giant he is today? (more…)
Swan’s Way: Part 1 April 27, 2009
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Michelangelo's Leda and the Swan (as it survives through copies)
I. Submission
How does one get it on with a god? That is the question entertained by Nobel Laureate J.M. Coetzee in his lecture series cum novel, Elizabeth Costello:
What intrigues her is less the metaphysics than the mechanics, the practicalities of congress across a gap in being. Bad enough to have a full-grown male swan jabbing webbed feet into your backside while he has his way, or a one-ton bull leaning his moaning weight on you; how, when the god does not care to change shape but remains his awesome self, does the human body accommodate itself to the blast of his desire?