Saturday, August 14, 2021

"The Speech" in St. Paul, MN tomorrow - New Draft

So I suppose my name's still Evan Tucker: a self-hating nice Jewish boy from Baltimore, Pisces, five-foot four, he/him, and a not particularly professional composer, violinist, singer, writer, and journalist. I don't make money from music, I lose money, and any chance to recoup costs will be well into my dotage and perhaps well thereafter. This is my fourth NMG, third panel, and second presentation.


As is the LD way, I've put off writing this for months only to encounter writer's block, and therefore crammed the writing into a 72 hour coffee marathon which set my hairline an inch back. It was torture of an entirely different form than the even more tortuous process of last year's speech, before which I was six-foot three.

Last year I knew exactly what I wanted to say, and all I needed to do was take dictation from a text that seemed read into my mind by someone else - which often seems the only way anything of mine gets done. The torture last year was the vulnerability of giving the speech. I was an emotional wreck for two weeks before and a week afterward. I have a video of that speech which I will post to my blog: evantucker.blogspot.com, or to my bandcamp website: evantucker.bandcamp.com, run by my invaluable engineer, Mat Lefler-Schulman, without whom I'd still just be hearing musical shadows on a wall.

But the result of last year's presentation was that the great Sarah Bob, guardian angel to young composers everywhere, was in the audience, immediately went about hearing my music, and responded so enthusiastically that she immediately programmed it. I feel a bit like Conan O'Brien after Lorne Michaels decided to make him the Late Night host: I have no idea how it happened, I just know my life has changed immeasurably for the better by her championship.

Last year's experience was yet another example of the New Music Gathering being one of my life's great blessings, and I'm sure there are hundreds who'd say that. Without NMG I can almost guarantee that hardly a single composer would even be aware of my existence. 5 1/2 years ago, I stumbled upon NMG in Baltimore on the very week I resolved to be a composer again, it seemed like fate, and I resolved that NMG will have my lifelong loyalty as long as they'd have me.


I'd really prefer to speak about anything else. Unfortunately, my debilitaitons are a large part of why I'm here, so the subject is annoyingly unavoidable. So I regretfully must give a bullet-point version of what I said last year: extreme intellectual facility from the earliest age, even more severe learning disabilities in late childhood, severe emotional debilitations by early adolesence, deceived into a cult in my late teens, leading to a lifetime of cognitive delusions. It is only through obsessive consumption of culture that my Mach 3 delusive spirals ever slow down.

When it comes to the most basic tasks, like figuring out how to use music notation software, not losing sheet music or files; remembering the actual terms of harmony, counterpoint, formal analysis which my musical memory lets me understand implicitly; not arriving anywhere an hour late, depositing a rent check, cleaning a house and not hoarding, I have the same ability to manage tasks I had as a child and can only fulfill them with the most severe anxiety, depression, tics, even delusions. I needn't tell you, this renders jobs and romantic attachments nearly impossible, and I've certainly tried. And even were a relationship successful, I must abandon hope of raising a family or even pets... And yet just in music, I have perfect pitch so absolute that I can identify the missing note in an eleven-note chord, I can write out a plurality of standard rep in full score by memory, and can write out any recorded avant-garde improv. My life would be much easier without useless abilities like these. But Voltaire said that God is a comedian playing to an audience too scared to laugh. So here I am, coerced by fate to laugh as best I can, every day of my life.

It finally occurred to me on Thursday why writing this presentation was difficult: as a profoundly learning disabled person, I am the very last person able to give advice on this subject. By definition, the community of severe learning disability is hamstrung in capacity for self-advocacy. We can't even explain how we're organizationally challenged, because if we understood the problems, we could master them. So how can I tell you what to do to help? There is no way for the severely learning disabled to band together in advocacy as others understand it - not even because of organizational difficulties, though those obviously would be hard... but because, whatever ancillary gifts in our brains, the nature of learning disabilities is that we're incapable of understanding what's happening to us, even after living with these difficulties our entire lives, and because we are incapable of understanding them, so too is everybody. There literally billions of people who operate toward the learning disabled in the worst conceivable faith, and believe that our deficiencies are an absence of character rather than neurons - which then, of course, depletes people like us of morale and convinces millions of us that even the attempt to make something worthwhile of ourselves is guaranteed to result in still more humiliation. .

To be sure, there are larger problems than what I endure, and if public servants ranking the problems of under-ministered people like me at priority #400 enables the world to take care of Global Warming, preventing war with China or Russia, stopping mass extinction and voter suppression, ending pandemics, what sane person wouldn't say, 'my life is so trivial compared to all that.'? But if other demographics are demanding systemic change and redress, so must the Learning Disabled, because any justice that does not include the easing of learning disabled lives is not justice.

As a White Male I'm not the best ambassador for systemic change, but were I anything else I thoroughly believe I'd be dead twenty years ago; and just in our own time, how many millions with similar experiences to mine can only advocate for our issues from the grave? How many homeless? Imprisoned? Mental patients?

It all starts with the still fundamentally unanswered question: what do you do with the kid who doesn't understand? It's the Fermat's Enigma of the brain. Solve it, and there is no limit to what you might alleviate.

I can't speak to what it would take to make a profoundly disabled composer into someone with a chance of making a living in the currently constituted field of classical composition. I could barely explain the forms of help I received, and I obviously haven't made any living in it. But, rather than bring LD students to the music, is it possible to bring the music to LD students?

'What is composition?' is not only a complicated, loaded question, it's also a very different question now than it's ever been before, a question with so many different answers from what it ever was in 1900, and all those twentieth century answers would have been to the better except that almost all the new answers trended in the direction of more organization, more preparation, more repetitive skill, more academic training. However small the windowsbefore World War I for classical musicians to be creatures of the moment rather than planning, those window was shut.

And as classical music grew ever more planned, the new presence of electronic recording allowed the improvisatory music of untrained musicians to be etched permanently without need for any printed music at all - so what used to be ephemeral music for a folk community of a hundred became popular music for a consumer audience of millions. And classical music became ever more subsumed by erudition and training during the very era when spontenaiety was more required to hold the attention and love of its audience.

We are 120 years into the age of musical recording, and thus far, 99% of everything classical music ever did with recording has been a reaction to the record rather than an embrace of it. We thought of the 20th century as a revolutionary century, but it increasingly seems as though we were the arch-conservatives. We burrowed ever deeper into traditional forms, and even revolutions like atonality, 12-tonality, polyrhythms, were only revolutions if you already knew the musical tradition being revolutionzed. All the while, we've been staring at the biggest revolution of all and doing everything in our power to ignore it. This whole time, we've been writing basically acoustical music for concerts when when we could literally be recreating the experience of music itself from the very root, and the tool which we, with classical training, could do the most with.

Whatever the systemic problems are now, the system is likely about be uprooted as it has not been since living memory was in its childhood. If COVID is just the first in a long series of world tragedies, and it may be, the system we've always known is about to disappear, and there will sadly never be concerts in the lifetime of many people here as we've ever understood them before. Every genre will have to rethink what music is both in creation and performance, because soon there may not be gatherings for us to perform at for much longer than a year. And yet at the same time, there will be more need for musical community than ever before.

I've reluctantly come to believe that the answer to all these problems lies in electronic, reproductive music. Electronic reproduction already revoluionized everything else about the world except for classical music.... But here it is: a literally unwritten field on which the rules of composition can change as they have not since Machaut showed what could be done with four-voice polyphony. Meanwhile, we're still discussing musical analysis in the same way Debussy had to at the Paris Conservatoire.

A neurotypical person thinks in linear terms, in which thoughts are followed unidirectionally to a logical conclusion that makes sense on its own terms. And to this day music is almost always composed in linear terms, in which music either makes sense as a world unto itself, or in relation to lyrics in a way that makes the form even more linear - just a verse, chorus, and bridge. But I'd venture that most learning disabled people think in quantum terms. They associate not by logic but by metaphor - this is like that, and hold their entire storehouse of knowledge in their heads at all times and cannot dissociate one subject from the totality of what they know, and so they make completely disparate connections between seemingly unrelated fields that would never occur to neurotypical people. So rather than thinking of music terms of linear, cellular, syntactical terms, the incorporation of different sorts of learners involves a wholesale embrace of conceptual, interconnected, semantic thinking.

In electronic music, a brain that thinks in quantum terms can now be face-to-face with a quantum musical technology. In electronics, music can now be organized by extra-musical themes, onomatopoetic sounds, juxtaposition and collage rather than cellular development - and therefore not by the exquisite order of four-voice polyphony, but the beautifully diverse chaos of a thousand voices. A wholly new music for a new millennium.

Classical music always dances around embracing the conceptual and electronic. But now, in an age of infinite sounds, there is no limitation to what instruments produce. Composition has a golden opportunity to get in on the ground floor of what it might eventually have to embrace anyway - commiting to electronic music for consumption elsewhere than a concert hall, and commit to it as an equal partner to acoustic and instrumental, written with a bare minimum of traditional notation. Such a music would not only include the learning disabled, but people of every unprivileged demographic who did not have the opportunity to learn how to master classical music from the cradle.

Arnold Schoenberg used to say that he was not a modernist - he was an arch-conservative forced to become a revolutionary. I'm probably the only person at this conference who'd say he has simple, uncomplicated love for the classical canon. I've listened to more contemporary classical music than I could ever know what to do with, but my daily bread is Schubert. It's because I love this music dearly that I advocate we need to blow the whole thing up in order to save it. The inclusive progress we seek in classical music will only be made if we create an entire track that does away with the very fundaments of music as we've thus far thought of it with exponential of funding allocated to electronic music from its current totals. Traditional classical musicians can still learn by traditional models, but other types of musicians need to be incorporated into classical music and taught anew how to write music while throwing out old models altogether. Paradoxical as it sounds, people of musical ability but non-traditional background need to learn just the technology of how to compose in a way that doesn't involve traditional harmony, form, and counterpoint, because with such a revolutionary technology, new musical rules completely rewrite themselves, and learning disabled musicians may be the ideal people to figure out what the new rules are.

I thank you for your time, your ears, and your generous presence. Please try out my music at evantucker.bandcamp.com, that's evantucker.bandcamp.com, and let me end with a very brief prayer that may we all be able to listen to each other in person next year and that whatever music is in the future, we all make it there together, in one piece, able to find appreciaive producers, performers, audiences, and able to make livings from our music. 

Amen. 

Thursday, August 12, 2021

"The Speech" in St. Paul, MN: First Half

So I suppose my name is still Evan Tucker: a self-hating nice Jewish boy from Baltimore, a Pisces, five-foot four-and-a-half, go by he/him pronouns, and a not particularly professional composer, violinist, singer, writer, and journalist. I don't make money from music, I lose money, and any chance I have of recouping costs will be well into my dotage and perhaps after my death. This is my fourth NMG, my third panel, and my second presentation.

As is the want of the learning disabled, I've been putting off writing this for months only to encounter writers block at the moment best reserved to write this talk, and have therefore crammed all the writing into a 100 hour coffee fueled marathon during the last few days after which my beard has twice the gray hair and my hairline is an inch back. It's an entirely different form of torture from the even more tortuous experience leading up to last year's speech, before which I was six-foot three.

Last year I knew exactly what I wanted to say from the moment I applied, and all I needed to do was take dictation from a text that seemed read into my mind by someone else. The torture last year was the vulnerability of giving it. The speech was so personal that I was a terrified emotional wreck for at least two weeks before I gave it, and even a week afterwards. I will post a video of that speech which Jascha and Lainie were nice enough to send to my bandcamp page, evantucker.bandcamp.com, run by my truly invaluable engineer, Mat Lefler-Schulman, without whom I would still just be hearing musical shadows on a wall.

However, the result of last year's presentation was that the great Sarah Bob was in the audience, immediately went about hearing my music, and responded so enthusiastically that she immediately programmed it. Sarah is a guardian angel of new music whose achievements in programming and performance should and do inspire awe in all who've encountered her. Within six months thereafter my work got three performances in Boston - so now I get to say that my music is really big in Boston... Maybe after this year's speech my music will catch fire in Dorchester or Sturbridge. But in all seriousness, I feel a bit like Conan O'Brien after Lorne Michaels decided to sponsor him to follow David Letterman on Late Night: "What the hell does this person see in me that I missed?"

Additionally, last year's experience was yet another example of how the New Music Gathering has been one of the great blessings of my life, and I'm sure I'm not the only person who'd say that. Without NMG I can almost guarantee that hardly a single composer would even be aware of my existence. Five-and-a-half years ago, I completely stumbled upon the New Music Gathering in Baltimore on the very week I'd resolved to begin my musical life anew as an adult composer, it almost seemed like fate had a hand, and I resolved thereafter that NMG would have my lifelong loyalty for as long as they'd have me.

The largest problem of this year's speech is that I am trying desperately to not make a simple retread of last year's material, but I fear it impossible to not cover much of the same material about a childhood in which extreme intellectual facility was manifest from the earliest imaginable age, leading to the discovery in late childhood of learning disabilities that were even more limiting than my cognitive ability seemed limitless, which then lead to the most severe emotional debilitations by my early teens, which then led to being hoodwinked into attending an abusive cult which misleadingly called itself a boarding school in my late teens, whose often terrifying environment seems to have lead me to a lifetime's worth of obsessive cognitive delusions. It is only through obsessive listening, reading, watching, and consumption of all manner of culture that my Mach 3 delusive spirals slow down for any manner of time at all.

Rather than speak more this year of my rather unfortunate biography, and, again, you can find that presentation at evantucker.bandcamp.com and I'd also recommend you listen to Psalms 11-14 particularly... I would really prefer to speak about anything else - like about how I'm very good at going in reverse in my car, or why isn't postum coffee substitute a more popular drink... (it is underrated...) But unfortunately, the authenticity of my debilitaitons is a large part of why I'm here, so the subject is all too annoyingly unavoidable.

There are of course major benefits to playing a composer's music because of a relatively difficult biography like mine, you just might like it, but it has the unfortunate side effect that whatever the reality, we never feel judged by our merits objectively, because the side of us being judged is much more the side who 'went through the shit' than the musician themself. Perhaps 'the shit' is often what makes artists good and unique, though there's a newly common belief that the suffering of artists is a poisonous prejudice. Whatever the reality, the thought can't help but occur to a perhaps outsider composer like me that everything else about us is un-germane to the person whose music attracts attention, even the music itself, because while the artillery of music degrees we face as we give this presentation seem judged for the music they make, the music of someone like me is often listened to as a reflection of a difficult life story, and were the story not attached, nobody would be listening - or at least so people with a story like mine fear. My music has no performers and no visual component, and is therefore much more difficult to find championship on programs unless people go to my bandcamp page and hear it: which is evantucker.bandcamp.com, that's evantucker.bandcamp.com - listen to Psalms 11-14 and all your dreams will come true.

My situation is a bit like the famous Borges story, Borges and I, Borges y y o. One part of me is Evan Tucker, the other part is me. I love music from around 1910, herring in wine sauce, urban parks, the movies of Jean Renoir, Yiddish insults, the plays of Chekhov and the stories of Isaac Bashevis Singer; Mr. Tucker shares these preferences, but in a vain way that turns into the attributes of an actor. It would not be an exaggeration to say that ours is a hostile relationship, but I live, I go on living, so that Tucker may contrive music and writing like this, and these modest creations justify me. I am destined to perish, but however unlikely, some tiny instant of myself may survive in him to posterity, though I am quite aware of his distortions of who I am.

The reason to entertain this intellectual bullshitry is that the ultimate problem of the learning disabled in music school and work is probably not how to accommodate us. When I finally sat down to write this presentation, what I quickly realized is that as a profoundly learning disabled person, I am the very last person able to give advice on this subject. By definition, the community of severe learning disability is utterly hamstrung in our capacities for self-advocacy. We cannot even explain to you the ways in which we are organizationally challenged, because if we explained them, that probably means we could understand them sufficiently to master them. Even if my ability as a composer is hamstrung by disabilities, I can say very matter of factly that my writing is not, I'm a great writer, at least great of a specific and limited type, and I have a sponge of artistic memory that is nothing short of savantine - just in music, I have perfect pitch so severe that in an eleven note chord I can identify the missing note, I could write out many works of classical repertoire in full score by memory in reasonable approximation, and I would be able to write out any recorded avant-garde improvisation with little trouble. Would that I didn't have the type of brain with rather useless abilities like this, my life would be much easier to endure. But when it comes to the most basic tasks, like simply figuring out how to use music notation software, not losing sheet music or files; remembering the actual terms of harmony, counterpoint, formal analysis which my musical memory allowed me to understand implicitly; showing up to any appointment any time before an hour late, remembering to deposit a rent check, or keeping a clean house and not hoarding, I have roughly the same ability to manage such tasks as I had when I was a child and can only fulfill adult tasks with the most severe of anxiety, depression, tics, and even delusions. I don't need to tell you, this renders day jobs and long-term romantic attachments nearly impossible, and I've certainly tried with those few who would have me. And even were a relationship successful, responsibility dictates I abandon any hope of raising a family or even pets...

Why is all this? To this day, I haven't at all the foggiest clue, it simply is and has always been, and even a writer capable of reading 2-300 pages a day and remembering it with little trouble has no idea how to explain it. Evan Tucker can talk a colossal tornado of verbiage around the problem, of my problem itself Mr. Tucker can only be as silent as the God who seemed to create me without providing any explanation for why I endure. Voltaire said that God is a comedian playing to an audience too scared to laugh, and my life might be construed as a joke nothing short of cosmic. So here I am, coerced by fate to laugh as best I can, every day of my life.

And therefore, musical friends, how could I possibly tell you what to do to help? There is no way, none at all, for the severely learning disabled to properly band together in advocacy as others understand it - not even because of organizational difficulties, though those obviously would be much harder for us... but because, whatever the ancillary gifts of our brains, the very nature of learning disabilities is that we are incapable of understanding what is happening to us, even after living with these difficulties our entire lives, and because we are incapable of understanding them, so too are others, and because we don't have means of explaining what we endure, so too are there literally billions of people who operate toward the learning disabled in the worst conceivable faith, and believe that our mental deficiencies are an absence of character rather than neurons - which then, of course, depletes people like us of morale and convinces miliions of us that even the attempt to make something worthwhile of ourselves is a fool's errand, guaranteed to result in still more humiliation. And then, there are just the bullies looking to exploit people's weaknesses without any opinion on our condition or character attached, the world is always full of them at every age, and the weaknesses of people like me are quite transparent.

To be sure, there are larger problems than what people like me endure, and if public servants ranking the problems of under-ministered people like me at priority #400 enables the world to care of Global Warming, prevention of war with China or Russia, giving developing nations a real chance to grow their opportunities, stopping mass extinction and voter suppression, ending pandemics, what sane person wouldn't say, 'no, the problems of my life are so trivial compared to all that.'? But if other demographics are demanding systemic change and redressment, so must the Learning Disabled, because any semblance of justice that does not include the easing of learning disabled lives is not justice.

I realize that as a White Male I am not the best ambassador for systemic change, but were I not born to that privilege, I thoroughly believe I'd have been dead twenty years ago; and just in our own time, how many millions with similar experiences to mine can only advocate for our issues from the grave? How many have developed insurmountable mental issues from the stress that renders their lives homeless? In jail? In mental hospitals? With insurmountable difficulties passed onto their children of both heredity and environment?

It all starts with the still fundamentally unanswered question: what do you do with the kid who doesn't understand? It's the Fermat's Enigma of the brain. Solve it, and there is no limit to what you might alleviate.

So please forgive the paradoxical speculation of a person whom, by being best equipped to speak of his problems, is in fact the worst. I cannot speak to what it would take to make a profoundly disabled composer into someone with a chance of making it in the field of classical composition, and experience tells me it's absolutely impossible. But I do wonder, rather than bring the student to the music, is it possible to bring the music to the student?

The question, 'what is composition?' is a vastly expanded question from what it was in 1900, and that would all be to the better except that we forgot to bring the audience with us... so please allow me to posit one reason as to why: in the 20th century, the new forms of music tended ever more toward the extremely organized and controlled. Music is written on the air, but the presence of a microphone allowed us to catch music in a bottle. So many other forms of music improvised virtuoso feats around a very simple formal structure. Our music retrenched itself in formal structure, and expanded its requirements - greater impositions required from the composer, the performer, and the audience. Meanwhile, everybody else just played their music, put it on a record, and millions could hear what a couple hundred used to.

What this means is that we, as classical musicians, have done without the very tool that would make us most distinct in the age of mechanical reproduction. This whole time, we've been writing basically acoustical music for concerts when when we could literally be recreating the experience of music itself from the very root.

Whatever the systemic problems are now, the system is likely about be uprooted as it has not been since living memory was in its childhood. If COVID is just the first in a long series of world tragedies, and it may be, the system we've always known is about to disappear, and there will sadly never be concerts in the lifetime of many people here as we've ever understood them before. Every genre will have to rethink what music is at its very foundation - both in creation and performance, because one day soon, there may not be gatherings for us to perform at for longer than a year, perhaps much longer. And yet at the same time, we will have more need for musical community than ever before.

I believe the answer to both this, and to the problems of earning disabled musicians, lies in electronic, reproductive music - a field of infinity upon which composers should have been the undisputed leaders from its very inception, and yet whose opportunities most composers have barely even begun to entertain in 120 years into musical recording and reproduction. It is a literally unwritten field on which the rules of composition would change as they have not since Machaut showed what could be done with four-voice polyphony. Meanwhile, we're still discussing muscal analysis in the same way Debussy and Ravel did at the Paris Conservatoire.

Monday, August 9, 2021

Conductor Comment: Mariss Jansons

 


I'm probably younger than most people in this group, and when I was coming of age musically in the Baltimore/DC area, there were three Soviet conductors doing a fair amount of work in the area: Yuri Temirkanov who was the Baltimore Symphony music director, Valery Gergiev who had a Kennedy Center residency, and Mariss Jansons, who would regularly come to the area - either as a guest in Baltimore, or with the Pittsburgh Symphony, or with a bigger name touring orchestra from Europe.
Musicians are a bit like athletes. They have peaks and slumps, and even the best only 'get a hit' one in three performances - everybody knows what it's like to hear a routine performance that's OK, it's perfectly decent, you leave the hall feeling glad you went, but it's forgotten the next day. But when you're in the presence of a 'hit', you immediately know it, and when you're in the presence of a 'home run', your life feels changed forever.
Back in the early 2000's, Gergiev was a better conductor than he is now. He was force of nature who risked literally everything on every performance; it was either a home run or a strikeout. I remember going to a concert expecting to hear him conduct Mahler 6, and at the last minute he'd substituted an all-Tchaikovsky program. The opening was Romeo and Juliet, and this piece the Mariinsky orchestra must have performed a thousand times in its history came so disastrously unglued in a fight section that I thought they'd have to start over, but at the end came the greatest Tchaikovsky 5 I've ever heard live to this day. Gergiev at his best is a literally awesome experience, but his best is getting less frequent as the years go on, and if anything, recordings make him sound like a much more reliable conductor than he is. Sadly, the fact that you never know if bad Gergiev will show up is part of his mystique.
Temirkanov is a different experience because he was no guest to my area, he was a community leader, and a terribly irresponsible one. Temirkanov in Baltimore was always a bittersweet experience: the true author of my hometown orchestra's problems, his absenteeism, his frequent cancellations, his insistence of firing seven of Zinman's core principals and then never being around for long enough to retrain the orchestra. He, not Marin Alsop, was the true disaster for Baltimore, and whatever conductor replaced him as Music Director would inherit the mountain of problems he left for them. On the other hand, while his Beethoven and Brahms weren't particularly special, in the Russian repertoire and certain other warhorse composers like Mahler, he was transcendence itself: a kind of poet-magician. He could be nearly as fiery as Gergiev (whom I believe was once his assistant), but Temirkanov had the heart and warmth of a musician with a much more generous spirit. But in generosity of spirit, even Temirkanov did not move the heart and tearducts the way Jansons did.
Gergiev is often improved by recording, which documents what's unique about him and airbrushes his technical shortcomings. Temirkanov on recording is a matter of taste: if you like his interventionist style you will thrill to him either recording or live, but live, Temirkanov's musicmaking obviously has an extra tangible vividness which will sell his musicality to skeptics who'd only know him from recording and video.
But to understand Mariss Jansons, you had to have heard him live. So many Jansons recordings make him sound generic, antiseptic, a master technician with little original to say and whose few 'outside the box' ideas seem elementary. In music whose intellectual content is not straightforward he often can seem lost, as though he tries to shoehorn Mahler and Strauss into sounding like Tchaikovsky. But so much from Jansons that seems generic on a stereo was magic in person.
The difference between Jansons and Temirkanov was partially a matter of technical approach. Temirkanov is a musician of great soul, but precision is something he seems almost to discourage. He doesn't wants the notes, he wants the spirit behind the notes - in a similar way perhaps to that Furtwangler or Bernstein did, or Barenboim does. Jansons's conception of making music is very very different: much less personal, but also in some senses deeper.
Temirkanov was a romantic, and while Jansons had the soul of a romantic, it was entirely contained within the discipline of a classicist, and that balance: romantic expression by classical means, created a luminous spirituality in his music making, a glow that was very rare: until Jansons, the master practitioner of this spiritual art was probably Klemperer.
For years, I never understood how Jansons did it. On the surface, it sounds as though it would be so boring, and yet it mesmerizes, drawing you into the music ever closer and closer, bar by bar. But today, I finally understood the reason: humility.
So many Toscanini-like conductors say that they don't impose their personal whims on the music, but the coldness with which they drill the orchestra is as large an imposition as anything in Mengelberg and Stokowski. When Reiner and Karajan and Szell and Leinsdorf and Solti are at their worst, it's not musicmaking, it's simply machines playing notes.
Aside from his father, Jansons's two great mentors are Karajan and Mravinsky, both of them expert technicians and cold fish. Perhaps that's not fair to Mravinsky, his musical personality was either ice cold or scorchingly hot, but rarely anything in between. But Karajan's ultramanicured sound is like an imitation of human warmth from a person who has none. Every note is deconstructed and reassembled for an exact shade of color, but Karajan seemed almost incapable of playing music as though he had anything to express within himself.
And yet from these two supertechnicians came a supertechnician who only used his technique toward the music's spirit. I suppose Kirill Petrenko has something of the same spirit, and is a far truer heir to the Jansons torch than Andris Nelsons, whose musicmaking is far more outwardly personalized.
There was very little in the spirit of a Jansons performance that felt personalized, and yet the spirit of the music was so enormous and genuinely felt. Whereas a Temirkanov (or Nelsons) will move you by guiding you to whatever in the music they wish to emphasize, Jansons never guided, he simply made sure that every single nuance in the work was allowed its chance to speak clearly. It was a kind of musical humility: as though he treated musical notes like human beings, each of whom requires respect and a space to be heard.
So those concerts I heard from Jansons in his American years were lifetime experiences. In those years, Jansons was reviewed as though he hit a home run at every concert, and people seemed to come out of every Jansons concert completely changed: speechless, cleansed, moved, electrified, and transported to unseen dimensions. Petrenko (the short one) seems to be having a similar effect on people these days, but in the years on either end of 2000, the three conductors who seemed to leave listeners speechless were Jansons, Gergiev, and Simon Rattle, and by 2010, none of the three seemed as compelling as they were ten years before when they were still working with less establishmentarian orchestras and expectations weren't nearly so high.
Once Jansons got to Munich and Amsterdam, something of the old spirit seemed to go out of him. He certainly still got to that exalted spiritual plane, particularly of course with the Bavarian Radio Symphony, but he could not make these orchestras into something other than the Karajan-influenced polished-stone instruments they are. To me, the truly great Jansons performances are generally not the impeccably played performances from the world's greatest orchestras recorded by the world's greatest radio engineers, but live broadcasts from Pittsburgh, Oslo, Cardiff, where he makes musicians in less distinguished orchestras understand what great music they're capable of making, and empowers them to be equal partners to both him and the composer. He makes them play not like a monarchy where they are mere servants to his will, but a real community in which everyone participant is crucial and valuable.
It would be easy to put together a playlist of Jansons greatest hits - Oslo Tchaikovsky, St. Petersburg Rachmaninov, Bavarian Radio Strauss, one of the Shostakovich recordings with the umpteen orchestras on that cycle, a New Year's Concert (and frankly, Jansons might have been the best of the New Year's conductors, even including Kleiber...) a Concertgebouw.... is there anything from his Concertgebouw period that people universally recommend? But that would not be representative of Jansons's greatest gifts, because his greatest gift is the way he empowered his musicians in concert, staying completely within the lines of discipline, and yet, expressing so passionately and sensitively with their whole souls. To do that, you'll need to listen to or watch some scratchy TV broadcasts of live concerts.
Greater, I think, than any more famous Tchaikovsky performance of his is this magnetizing performance of Tchaikovsky's Winter Daydreams from the BBC National Orchestra of Wales in 1986. Aside from this performance, the two best recordings in my experience are Temirkanov and Gergiev. But listen to the passion of this orchestral sound, which plays with their whole heart even as they play with execution which is just about ideal.
Jansons recorded a lot of Mahler toward the end, and the truth was, he was a pretty terrible Mahler conductor. I remember a Mahler 7 at Carnegie Hall, sadly my last Jansons concert, that sounded as though Jansons didn't understand the first thing about that elusive and underloved masterpiece. Jansons was much too earnest for Mahler's ironies and modernisms, but this performance of Mahler 1 from the Oslo Philharmonic on tour in Japan is magnificent, and recalls to me the broadcast I heard as a teenager of Jansons's inaugural Pittsburgh concert of Mahler 1 that so magnetized me even at that age. It has a generosity of spirit, a sincerity, that is rare in Mahler, and probably impossible to convey in later symphonies.
There are other, later performances worthy of mention - some of the Concertgebouw live radio recordings are quite wonderful: the Symphonie Fantastique and Brahms 1 (Jansons was a wonderful and underated Brahmsian and particularly in the first symphony) stand out in my memory. Along with (unexpectedly) their recording of Mozart's Requiem and their Strauss Metamorphosen - Jansons performed so much Strauss but his guileless heart generally went to waste in this most insincere of all composers, and his musical makeup only truly found a home in the late Strauss masterworks when the old master no longer had neither the time nor desire for merry pranks.
It was not in later music that Jansons shone, it was in the earnest straightforwardness of the most traditional repertoire, for which he gave very traditional performances. The more familiar the repertoire, the more he rose to it and made you think you could hear it another 10,000 times without ever getting tired of it. if you go through his BRSO Beethoven recordings, either cycle ,some of them like the Eroica, Pastoral, and Seventh really are extraordinary, and the same goes for the BRSO Brahms, or Firebird and Petrushka, or any of his 4000 performances of the Symphonie Fantastique or Dvorak 9 or Shostakovich 7 and 10.
Jansons was the last giant to die before the advent of COVID, and in retrospect it felt a bit like the end of an era - classical music itself as we've always understood it may have died with him. Jansons was born in hiding, a baby with a Jewish mother and a conductor for a father, born at the end of classical music's world dominance, and he may have died at the end of classical music's very existence as a reckoned with force upon the world's cultural scene, but if anybody wants to understand how powerful these experiences of live orchestral concerts were, sit them in front of a Jansons television broadcast. If their reaction is anything like the live audiences, they just might weep. 


Note from 2025: Now that we can't hear him anymore, I've warmed to many Jansons recordings over time. Any list of his best has to include:

Mozart Requiem Concertgebouw
Beethoven 3,6,7 BRSO, preferably live in Tokyo but either
Schubert 9 BRSO video
Symphonie Fantastique Concertgebouw broadcast or Europa Konzert 2000
Bruckner 6 and 9
Brahms 1 and 4 with the BRSO
Tchaikovsky cycle with BBCNOW, Tchaikovsky 5 with the BRSO
Dvorak 5 Oslo
Dvorak 9 Concertgebouw (his last concert with them)
Mahler 1 Oslo, Mahler 6 Concertgebouw, Mahler 7 Oslo
Strauss Metamorphosen Concertgebouw
Sibelius 1 Oslo
Stravinsky Firebird Suite and Petrushka BRSO
Shostakovich 7 St Petersburg, 10 and 11 Philadelphia

Saturday, August 7, 2021

Underrated Classical Music - Sawallisch's Tristan und Isolde

Sawallisch? Tristan? Nilsson? Underrated?
Wolfgang Sawallisch was so often thought of as a 'kapellmeister' in the lowest sense. He was so much more than that, and deserves the pantheon so much more than many conductors thought unassailably in it. This is one of my favorite Tristans, done by Sawallisch when he was a mere 34 and had nearly fifty years of career ahead of him. It is very hard to make Tristan work in a classical framework - but as so often, Sawallisch finds the connective formal tissue to make it work - albeit with a number of missing measures that are extremely jarring. Every detail registers with the formal coherence a Beethoven symphony, every detail rings out as though Klemperer or Horenstein were on the podium.
Nilsson was still near her beginning, and was a different singer than she'd be just a few years later - plenty electricity of course, but more nuance, less pinning the audience to the back of their chairs.
Tristan is a work I seriously struggle with. Not here. This is one of the few performances that convinces me of how beautiful a work this is. It most certainly looks backward rather than forwards, and brings out a mildness and warmth that puts Tristan directly in contact with the longer Austro-German tradition. No juggular drama a la Bohm, no philosophy a la Furtwangler, no micromanaging the details a la Kleiber. It simply drags you in by sheer proportions and undertow.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14ZiHl1CKeM

Thursday, August 5, 2021

"I wear your scorn with a badge of honor"

Here is an unedited transcript from a music group I frequent by a clearly well-adjusted man who is in no way a danger to his coworkers named Vanja Ljubibratić. I'm thinking I should also get the contact info of the various academic and performing organizations he belongs to so they're aware of what an easygoing colleague they have on staff whose emotional outbursts would be, I'm sure, an absolute joy for his colleagues to deal with.


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Vanja Ljubibratić
"when we hear Wagner, we hear Wagner we hear trashy melodrama with intellectual pretensions toward philosophical ideas that the composer clearly doesn't understand."
This is the epitome of pretentiousness! I can't stand your posts due to their masturbatory, insufferable-know-it-all, and self-righteous qualities. Ever since we argued about Marin Alsop in Baltimore, you've been utterly unpalatable to me. Furthermore, you've disliked Wagner and made your disdain for conductors such as Knappertsbusch and pieces such as Parsifal very explicit, but what you wrote above is such utter trash that I can't possibly refrain from putting you in your place for daring to write something so blatantly ignorant and arrogant. There's a veritable Mt. Everest of musicological literature that expounds upon Wagner's extraordinary grasp of philosophy and application of it in his dramas. Why don't you try reading some books before you so epically lodge your foot in your mouth and save yourself the shameful embarrassment? Your constant name-dropping in this group instills a deep sense of cringe, and it's utterly inexplicable why you choose to write about composers you neither enjoy nor understand. Don't listen to Wagner, and certainly don't write about his music. The world would mathematically be a better place if you do at least that much.
Evan Tucker
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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This is so amazing.
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I'm putting this on my business cards.
Evan Tucker
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Seriously though. Only Wagnerites make things this personal. It's almost as though his music encourages people to act like religious fanatics who want to burn heretics.
I esteem Wagner as a composer very much, but if you'd like a serious discussion about Nietzsche conta Wagner or Twilight of the Idols, or Schopenhauer's World as Will or Representation, and how Wagner represented one and the oher represented Wagner, I'm all for it.
But I doubt you can, because like a fourth-rate conductor, all you can do is hurl insults rather than discuss the why behind the music.
Vanja Ljubibratić
Evan Tucker you're not educated enough to understand Schopenhauer, otherwise you'd know central and and representational it is to the Tristan narrative.
Plus, you work as some sort of insurance salesman for your brother's business when I googled you pathetic job listing, so you're clearly not even a musician. You're just a poor, pathetic little narcissist with a Napoleon complex who's in love with the sound of his own voice. Your pandering in this group is truly disgusting, and you are the epitome of the talentless loser who has no real original or even remotely interesting ideas. You're just Baltimore trash, and I know your type from when I attended Peabody. Get a life, man. I'm done with you.
Evan Tucker
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So I'm a composer and a writer who's been performed and published plenty, but even if I'd never been, I've worked goddamn hard at both and I'm more than just a property manager. If I don't make my living at music or literature, can you blame anybody for thinking that they'd have better lives if they didn't pursue music as their primary vocation? And if I've become a little pretentious over time, well... I miss my contact with what I love and I engorge myself with it in any way I can.
As for Baltimore trash (what the hell does that even mean?), for whatever little it's worth, I'm very proud of my origins, however humble, and my family ended up in Baltimore because my holocaust survivor grandparents fled places like the countries where a name like Vanja Ljubibratić would be from.
I don't know what it is about Wagner, but if you want a textbook example of how dangerous Wagner can be, look no further than here. For 150 years, Wagnerism has been a religion that turns insecure people into balls of anger that can easily be convinced to do violent acts. If a person can act as dehumanizingly as this person just did, how quickly can they become violent too?
Vanja Ljubibratić
Evan Tucker your misbegotten pride literally made me laugh! My comments to you do not reflect my position as a Wagnerian, which is a feeble accusation on your part. I said them based on what years of observing your character across music forums has led me to believe is an objective appraisal of your narcissism. You’re also a bully who generalizes, like what you said about Italians being touchy regarding your previous comments about Muti. You don’t seem to understand that you get under people’s skin by the sheer nature of your antagonistic and shameful personality. This is on you. And you’ve got it coming too.
You have no discernible skills and will garner no legacy with your so-called music and publications. Every trace of your existence will be consigned to the trash bin of time, and it cannot come soon enough. I pity you tremendously. You’re sad and mediocre.
Evan Tucker
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Vanja Ljubibratić Tell me, sir. What do you think of Jews?
Vanja Ljubibratić
Evan Tucker admirable attempt at deflection, but the bullseye is firmly planted on you and your and massive ego. I suggest you take my words to heart because, once again, they objectively reflect your glaring shortcomings as a human being. I know you’re incapable of personal growth and improvement, being the narcissist that you are, but it’s still worth pointing out and reiterating because you clearly piss a lot of people off with your arrogance. The hilarious part is that you have zero credibility or clout in any of the gospel-like things you spew constantly 😂 you’re punching above your weight class, man. Just go be a property manager and recede into obscurity. Seriously. You serve no purpose. Other than currently being a comic relief, but it’s late here and I’ve had my fill of pulling the curtain back on your insufferableness. I’m sure all of this will be great fodder for your blog, though. People like you usually have one. Perhaps that’s where you “publish” too.
Evan Tucker
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Vanja Ljubibratić Yes indeed. And it's all going on there along with your name.




Trisolde

So Kirill Petrenko's Trisolde with Kauffmann and Harteros has garnered better reviews than any opera performance since... the Boulez/Chereau House of the Dead? It's talked about as an instant legend.
Perhaps it is, but as much as I love Kirill Petrenko, that kind of love and care on Tristan is wasted on many of us. Some of us are just not Wagnerians, and when we hear Wagner, we hear Wagner we hear trashy melodrama with intellectual pretensions toward philosophical ideas that the composer clearly doesn't understand. The control and detail of Petrenko is extraordinary - too extraordinary if anything. This is a conductor who takes Tristan very seriously indeed, and if any score demands chaotic abandon, it's Tristan.
Tristan works as exactly two things: opera, and music. And like all over-the-top works, it demands that whatever your approach, you go all the way into it. If you're doing it as opera, you have to dramatize it in every way. You can't do it as Bohm does that rushes through all the introspective passages. You can't go out of your way to point up subtle detail the way C. Kleiber does. And you can't do it as Furtwangler does it (in the studio) with no reaching for the jugular vein in the dramatic moments - personally I find WF's 1947 Acts II and III from the Berlin Staatsoper is more exciting than the famous recording, I may be alone on this hill but I'll happily stay on it.
There are a number of very good 'operatic' Tristans. Rattle's recent Tristans are often delirious potions, so are Barenboim's - particularly his earler performances with Bayreuth and the Berlin Philharmonc. And of course, Artur Bodanzky with the miracle that was the 'Old Met' along with Flagstad and Melchior. But as great as the Old Met was, I can't escape the impression that the best of the 'operatic' Tristans, in my never humble opinion, is de Sabata. The sound is of course terrible, but the over the top, sheer manic energy is so in keeping with the opera's delerium, and because he can relax in the quiet moments, the passionate outbursts explode in a way they can't in Bohm's reading. There is no performance quite like it in the catalogue. Grob-Prandl and Lorenz sound as though de Sabata inflamed them. There's an old orchestral musician with the London Philharmonic who used to have a blog, and he said that de Sabata was the greatest conductor he'd ever played under - including Furtwangler and Bruno Walter.
The other option is to do Tristan as pure music, you have to do it with absolute rock-solid musical integrity as though you're conducting a Beethoven symphony. It has to be solid as a rock with no extraneous effects, just a score in which every detail is inevitable and adds to the complete tapestry. You can't make everything into a plaster cast of euphonous sound as Karajan does. You can't slow everything down to a crawl as Bernstein does. , and unlike Beecham's famous recording with Reiner's performance providing the missing, you need one conductor all the way with a unified conception and personality. Abbado seems to get close in 1998 Berlin (why was there no recording?), and Erich Kleiber certainly had great passages in 1952 Munich.
But there are two that I think do it, but only one in decent sound. Ferdinand Leitner seems to do it in 1959 with the Concertgebouw, but the singers are so closely mic'd that you often can't hear anything meaningful from the orchestra over Vinay and Modl, even at the climaxes - I find that far more distracting than de Sabata's ultra-compressed sound, particularly for an approach like this in which detail is so crucial. What a shame, it's a perfectly paced Tristan with one of the world's greatest orchestras.
The other is the very young Wolfgang Sawallisch, in 1957 Bayreuth. If we had a Tristan from Klemperer or Horenstein, I'm sure this is what it would be like. Every detail rings true, every detail breathes, the dynamic range is enormous, Nilsson and Windgassen are inspired and Sawallisch reels them in from melodrama. It is an incredibly underrated version from one of the most underrated and insightful conductors of the 20th century. If you haven't heard it, you're in for a great treat.

Leitner https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQiFoE1t0yE

Sawallisch https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14ZiHl1CKeM

de Sabata https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9rbxN6h9Ww