Throwback Thursday: “String Quintet in C, D. 956: II. Adagio,” Franz Schubert

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Ever get that feeling that the universe is up to something?  Like there is something going on and you don’t know what, but something is definitely up?  That’s how this week has felt to me and I’ve needed music constantly.  Anyone who knows me will tell you I never go anywhere without my headphones.  I literally never leave the house without those happy little wires running from my ears to my iPhone.  This week, the second movement of Schubert’s extraordinary string quintet has been on heavy rotation.

This piece is a prime example of why I just adore classical music.  It seeks out and absorbs your emotions like rice absorbs the water around salt crystals.  As rice expands in water, so too does music like this grow as it finds and absorb your thoughts and feelings, and in the end, you can see its real shape.  It helps you look inwards and check in with yourself – “oh, so that’s what’s going on.”  When you hear this piece, how do you feel?  What do you think about?  Where does your mind go?  Pay attention to whatever comes back to you; you may or may not be surprised.  For me, this piece magnifies both happiness and sadness, which is why I have been listening to it so much this week.  It calms me down the way sharing a burden with a worldly friend can be calming.  I have to be very careful listening to this piece, among others, when I’m in a certain kind of mood – otherwise it becomes too sodden and it takes on that mood’s shape permanently.

Your results may vary, of course.  But I hope it enhances and magnifies good things when you hear it.

Worldly Wednesday: “Sounds Like Gun (Kepei),” Bobby

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This awesome song, by an artist named Bobby, is from Sierra Leone, where hails another incredible human being: 15-year-old Kelvin Doe.  Kelvin is an inventor, a total autodidact, whose mental agility and curiosity are jaw-dropping.  Thanks to the work of a man named David Sengeh, a PhD student at MIT, kids like Kelvin in Sierra Leone, Kenya, and South Africa are getting mentored to develop their skills – all with an eye towards helping young minds around the world find solutions to their country’s problems.  People, Tune-Up fans – people are our biggest resource.

Kelvin’s story is here.  It’s ten minutes.  It’s worth it.  And if you want to know more about Sengeh’s campaign, go here.

 

Termagant Tuesday: “Ghost of Stephen Foster,” Squirrel Nut Zippers

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Sorrysorrysorrysorry, Tune-Up Fans, I know I’m a little late.  Have a zippy Zippers track.  This is probably my favorite Zippers song because it just so very, very weird and unsettling and just sort of, “…what?”  I mean, “Camptown ladies never sang all the doo-dah day, no no no.”  Well, sure…I mean…yes?  They didn’t?   Wait.  That doesn’t make sense.  I’m so confused.  And yet…I’m dancing!  Whee!

Modernism Monday: “Three Piano Pieces, No. 1,” Arnold Schoenberg

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So, March 31st was a weird day in history.  Let’s review:

– 1774: The port of Boston, Massachusetts, closed pursuant to a decree from the British Parliament, known, handily, as the Boston Port Act.

– 1909: Construction began on the Titanic, and Serbia accepted Austrian control of Bosnia and Herzegovina (good one, guys).

– 1913: The Vienna Concert Society rioted during the performance of new music by, among others, Arnold Schoenberg.

Let’s hear why they might have rioted.

It’s pretty unfriendly music, by which I mean it has no melody, discernible rhythmic structure, or emotional base.  If someone asked you to hum a bit of this to help them remember how it goes, you’d be really hard pressed to do so.  It’s the musical equivalent of those modernist pieces of art in galleries that have caused millions of people to say out loud, “seriously?!  could have painted that.

And yet.

Schoenberg wrote this piece in 1909.  Only about twenty years prior, in 1888, Erik Satie wrote his delightful “Gymnopedies.”  In 1890, Claude Debussy wrote “Clair de Lune.”  All of a sudden, classical music took a sharp lefthand turn away from the easily digestible and towards the challenging and assertive.  Stravinsky wrote his famous “Firebird” (remember the piece from Fear Day – sorry – Valentine’s Day?) a year after Schoenberg wrote these three piano pieces.  All of a sudden it seemed that Western music was running away from its stolid four-square forebears as fast as possible.  And people hated it.  They walked out during opening premieres, they denounced modern composers in the press, they labeled the music degenerate.

And yet.

When I listen to Schoenberg, I hear the sounds of a world about to be thrown into the most unimaginable hell.  Five years and five months after this piece was written, the government of Austria-Hungary issued the so-called “July Ultimatum” and invaded Serbia in reaction to the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife, Sophie.  So began World War I.  The music and art produced around that time evokes horror, sadness, and loss.  I hear Schoenberg and I see Otto Dix.  No one should want to hear such music.

"Stormtroopers Advancing Under Gas," Otto Dix, 1924

“Stormtroopers Advancing Under Gas,” Otto Dix, 1924

And yet.

Still it persisted – in fact, it thrived.  Schoenberg and his contemporaries wrote music that did not dictate an appropriate emotional response.  The music is purposefully murky and vague.  It reflects back to the listener whatever emotions the listener brings to the piece.  In this way, and also from a purely technical music theory perspective, Schoenberg pushed the boundaries of music so far beyond the popular comfort zone that it helped pave the way for Gershwin and Copland, Bernstein and Arvo Pärt.

I used to have a really difficult relationship with Schoenberg, and sometimes I still do.  But I am grateful for the opportunity to be challenged, to be pushed as a lover of music, and to reflect on whatever emotions his compositions evoke.  Art should challenge, it should be difficult to deal with, we should wrestle with it.  What’s the point of life, otherwise?

REMIX WEEK! Throwback Thursday: “Cello Concerto in E minor, Op. 85, Adagio Moderato,” Edward Elgar Meets Venetian Snares

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I have listened to this Elgar cello concerto hundreds of times.  I bought a cheapo bargain basement recording during one of the many trips my parents and I took to visit colleges.  Years later, I bought this Venetian Snares album.  It took me another year to put the two together: the beginning of “Szamar Madar” is so demented, I always skipped over it.  One morning, while on the train to work, I listened to the entire thing and finally got to main meat of the piece and thought, “…wait…I know that line…  …Holy $%&! that’s Elgar?!?”  I was practically effervescent, I was so excited.

To save you the hassle, here’s a cheat sheet.  The cello line arrives in earnest around 1:47; before that there’s only snippets.  At 2:14: fasten your seatbelt.  Venetian Snares takes a beautiful and somber Elgar cello concerto, adds cocaine, and puts it in a blender.  My favorite part is at 2:54 when it smoothes out on top while the drums go bananas beneath.  And after all that, it just sort of slowly fades away, like a bruise, and you’re left wondering what just happened.  You have to love a band who hears Elgar and says, “yeah, that’s pretty…but what if we sampled the main cello lick, sped it up, and added a breakbeat beneath it?”  I just can’t get enough.

Original Elgar, played by Yo-Yo Ma:

REMIX WEEK! Worldly Wednesday: “Voodoo Child,” Jimi Hendrix meets Angelique Kidjo

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OX1uKE2jho

When I’m getting my head in the game for a big meeting, when I need to suit up, when I need to kick the tires and light the fires, I turn to this song.  Hendrix’s version is very sexy – that naked, shimmering guitar riff, the thumb of the bass drum, the crash of the chord at the entrance.  It has real swagger.  But after I heard Kidjo’s version, it sounds…vaguely pompous.  Like there wasn’t any doubt that the protagonist could make an island out of the pieces of the mountain.  Like he could always just do that.  Kidjo sings it like this comes from experience, from hard work, practice, and struggle.  That’s why this version gives me that extra boost – it’s a song of strength learned from difficulty.  It’s a “oh, you don’t even know what I can do” kind of song.  A “you think this is difficult?” song.  It’s a very human sort of voodoo.

 

Hendrix’s original version:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvmKlZGTTU4

Sacred Sunday: “Ave Maria,” Josquin Des Prez

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I know, I know, I get it – “Great, another Renaissance polyphony piece, awesome, haven’t heard that in a while.”  Whatever.  Wrap your ears around this beauty and them come complaining.

Beyond the basics details of when and where he lived, not much is known about Des Prez (c1450 – 1521).  He was a Franco-Flemish composer who has about 370 compositions to his name, plus – allegedly – some graffiti on a wall in the Sistine Chapel.  I for one am dying to learn more about the man who wrote this triptych of a motet.  First, the canon of voices at the beginning; second, the unification of voices at 2:28; and third, the heart-breaking simplicity of the end – oh mother of God, remember me – at 4:00.  Three is a significant number in the Christian religion – the trinity of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost – and I wonder whether that was the purpose behind splitting the piece into three segments.  Whatever the purpose, thank heavens he wrote it at all.

Worldly Wednesday: “Dark Moon, High Tide,” Afro-Celt Sound System

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I realize this morning, with great excitement, that soon it will be spring.  Spring means warmth.  Warmth means warmer water temperatures.  Warmer water temperatures means your plucky heroine can get back out on the water in her trusty Peinert racing shell and row her little heart out.  This was the song that ran through my head when I first learned to row, and the song that is going through my head these days as I think about getting back out on the water again.  C’monnnn spring.

Worldly Wednesday: “Taro,” Alt-J

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There are certain things in the world I don’t understand: whether Velveeta is a food or spackling material, why millipedes have to exist, why I always seem to end the day with $20 less in my wallet than I began with but have nothing to show for the loss, and so on.

I also don’t understand Western complacency towards global inequality.  Every person that is born, anywhere in the world, might be the person that cures cancer, AIDS, writes a new theory of international relations, transforms the United Nations, figures out how to slow or reverse global warming – any one of us humans might solve any of these terrifying, global problems.  That we limit the population of people who have adequate eucation, not to mention food and water and roads and clothes and voting rights and safe passage and electricity, to even attempt to solve any of these problems shoots us all in the foot.  Maybe my cold meds are getting to me, but every now and again it hits me that the biggest resource we waste is each other.  This is what this song by the British band Alt-J makes me think of.

Alt-J wrote the song about Robert Capa, the Hungarian photojournalist and war photographer, and Gerta Pohorylle, otherwise known as Gerta Taro, who was his companion and professional partner.  Taro was one of the first female photojournalists to work on the front lines of war, and died during a road accident while covering the Battle of Brunete during the Spanish Civil War.  Capa died during the first Indochina War after he left his Jeep and stepped on a landmine.

One of Capa's most famous photographs

One of Capa’s most famous photographs – “Death of a Loyalist Soldier,” 1936.

 

One of Taro's most famous photographs.  A woman in Barcelona, Spain, training for the Republican militia, 1936.

One of Taro’s most famous photographs. A woman in Barcelona, Spain, training for the Republican militia, 1936.

Indochina, Capa jumps Jeep, two feet creep up the road
To photo, to record meat lumps and war
They advance as does his chance, very yellow white flash
A violent wrench grips mass, rips light, tears limbs like rags
Burst so high finally Capa lands
Mine is a watery pit painless with immense distance
From medic from colleague, friend, enemy, foe
Him five yards from his leg, from you, Taro
Do not spray into eyes, I have sprayed you into my eyes
3:10 pm, Capa pends death, quivers, last rattles, last chokes
All colors and cares glaze to gray, shriveled and stricken to dots
Left hand grasps what the body grasps not, le photographe est mort
Three, point, one, four, one, five, alive no longer my amour, faded for home May of ’54
Doors open like arms my love, painless with a great closeness
To Capa, to Capa, Capa dark after nothing, re-united with his leg
And with you, Taro
Do not spray into eyes, I have sprayed you into my eyes
Hey Taro

Throwback Thursday: “Do Not Cast Me Off,” Maksym Berezovsky

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Maksym Berezovky (1745 –1777) was a major Ukrainian composer active around the time of Mozart (1756-1791), and one of the first Ukrainian composers to be recognized throughout Europe.  This piece is an a capella choral concerto set to the words of Psalm 71.  There is so much going on in this piece – not least of which are the tempo changes throughout that increase the urgency of the words being sung.  What gets me even more than that are the moments when the entire comes together in one voice like at 1:05.  It really makes you sit up and take notice.

Diplomatic talks in Paris stalled in the face of Western demands Russia pull back its forces, and the Russian foreign minister’s refusal to recognize his Ukrainian counterpart.  And, in an interesting demonstration of how divided Ukraine is, thousands of pro-Russia and pro-Ukrainian activists tussled over whose flag would fly atop the administrative headquarters of Donetsk.

Map of the location of Ukraine's forces from IISS, as of 5 March

Map of the location of Ukraine’s forces from IISS, as of 5 March

1 In you, Lord, I have taken refuge;
let me never be put to shame.
2 In your righteousness, rescue me and deliver me;
turn your ear to me and save me.
3 Be my rock of refuge,
to which I can always go;
give the command to save me,
for you are my rock and my fortress.
4 Deliver me, my God, from the hand of the wicked,
from the grasp of those who are evil and cruel.

5 For you have been my hope, Sovereign Lord,
my confidence since my youth.
6 From birth I have relied on you;
you brought me forth from my mother’s womb.
I will ever praise you.
7 I have become a sign to many;
you are my strong refuge.
8 My mouth is filled with your praise,
declaring your splendor all day long.

9 Do not cast me away when I am old;
do not forsake me when my strength is gone.
10 For my enemies speak against me;
those who wait to kill me conspire together.
11 They say, “God has forsaken him;
pursue him and seize him,
for no one will rescue him.”
12 Do not be far from me, my God;
come quickly, God, to help me.
13 May my accusers perish in shame;
may those who want to harm me
be covered with scorn and disgrace.

14 As for me, I will always have hope;
I will praise you more and more.

15 My mouth will tell of your righteous deeds,
of your saving acts all day long—
though I know not how to relate them all.
16 I will come and proclaim your mighty acts, Sovereign Lord;
I will proclaim your righteous deeds, yours alone.
17 Since my youth, God, you have taught me,
and to this day I declare your marvelous deeds.
18 Even when I am old and gray,
do not forsake me, my God,
till I declare your power to the next generation,
your mighty acts to all who are to come.

19 Your righteousness, God, reaches to the heavens,
you who have done great things.
Who is like you, God?
20 Though you have made me see troubles,
many and bitter,
you will restore my life again;
from the depths of the earth
you will again bring me up.
21 You will increase my honor
and comfort me once more.

22 I will praise you with the harp
for your faithfulness, my God;
I will sing praise to you with the lyre,
Holy One of Israel.
23 My lips will shout for joy
when I sing praise to you—
I whom you have delivered.
24 My tongue will tell of your righteous acts
all day long,
for those who wanted to harm me
have been put to shame and confusion.