Friday, November 30, 2018

Friday Miscellanea

Here is your Friday whimsy (though not, perhaps, for the artists pictured): The Worst Album Covers Ever Created. My favorites:



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And on a completely different note, I am reading Paul Johnson's Art: A New History every morning and enjoying it hugely. I am in the Middle Ages now. He says that the cathedrals and churches of Europe are likely the greatest body of art ever created in the history of civilization. The illustrations are a bit meagre, so I find myself going to Wikipedia and looking up examples there. I have to admit that, prominent though they are, I have never had much interest in either cathedrals or architecture, but he is probably correct. Here are a couple of examples:

St. Andrews Cross arches from Wells Cathedral, Somerset, mid-14th century
Interior of the cathedral of Sevilla, 15th century
And there are hundreds of others. It took a significant part of the GDP of various nations and hundreds of years of creative effort to build these astonishing structures. Of course, every time I look at these images I start to imagine the music that would have been (and is) performed therein.

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The blog On An Overgrown Path has a biting little post citing an example of musical hypocrisy: What happened to the native Tibetan people, Mr. Barenboim?
Norman Lebrecht reports that at his recent Sydney concert with the Staatskapelle Berlin Daniel Barenboim dedicated the performance to the memory of ‘native’ Australians. The conductor then went on to say "Any country in the world needs to account for its past before being able to be accepted into a society of nations". 
Immediately prior to the Sydney concert Barenboim had given three performances with the Staatskapelle Berlin in Beijing.
Of course, Mr. Barenboim made no mention there of the destruction of Tibetan culture and religion under the rule of China. So, any country in the world except China?

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A musicologist uncovers song arrangements from a most unlikely place: Auschwitz.
Patricia Hall went to the Auschwitz-Birkenau Museum in 2016 hoping to learn more about the music performed by prisoners in World War II death camps.
The University of Michigan music theory professor heard there were manuscripts, but she was "completely thrown" by what she found in the card catalogs: Unexpectedly upbeat and popular songs titles that translated to "The Most Beautiful Time of Life" and "Sing a Song When You're Sad," among others. More detective work during subsequent trips to the Polish museum over the next two years led her to several handwritten manuscripts arranged and performed by the prisoners
I knew personally a musician who was sent to Auschwitz and survived: violinist Paul Kling.

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I mentioned a while back that they are preparing for the return of Glenn Gould to the concert stage in the form of a hologram. Based on the Maria Callas hologram concert, you may want to skip it.
Heavily glossed with reverb, the amplified orchestra-with-no-name chugged joylessly through repertoire that the real Callas had recorded with the Philharmonia and the Orchestra del Teatro alla Scala di Milano under conductors such as Serafin, Prêtre and Giulini. Equalised at the mixing desk to a degree that stripped this distinctive voice of its tannic, acidic extremes and smudged the meticulous artistry of the phrasing, Norma’s Casta diva, Lady Macbeth’s Vieni, t’affretta and even Ophelia’s Á vos jeux, mes amis acquired a dull, tranquillised haze, as did we.
The trouble with holograms is that they cannot respond to a live audience….
Well, not the only trouble!

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In our continuing series on odd or unusual musical instruments I offer the lithophones!
“The rocks were first selected for their acoustical properties,” said Martorano,”and then they had to be made into a certain shape. What the material is matters, what the ends are shaped like matters. Then how they are held and what they are played with matters.” Martorano demonstrated the different tones achieved by hitting the lithophones with wood, antler and bone. The lithophones produce sounds ranging from the sound of tapping on a crystal glass, to a wooden marimba, to a xylophone.
“Out of the 22 artifacts we studied, we got a minimum of 57 notes out of them. That’s at least two different notes from each stone,” Martorano said, adding that “56 percent of the notes made by the stones are the notes played on the black keys of the piano--the pentatonics. Those are the most commonly used scales in music in civilized societies around the world.”
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Alex Ross has a new piece at The New Yorker celebrating the Los Angeles Philharmonic:
“Season of the Century” is the slogan that the Los Angeles Philharmonic is using to tout its centennial season. The phrase is emblazoned on a sign outside Disney Hall and on street banners across the city. The double meaning is apparent: not only is this season intended to celebrate the orchestra’s past hundred years; it aims to make history itself. Ordinarily, such marketing effusions don’t withstand scrutiny, but the L.A. Phil’s 2018-19 season invites superlatives. The ensemble has commissioned pieces from more than fifty composers, ranging from such venerable figures as Philip Glass and Steve Reich to young radicals on the fringes. It is launching a slew of theatrical events and collaborations with pop and jazz artists. It is honoring African-American traditions and exploring the experimental legacy of the Fluxus movement. Gustavo Dudamel, the orchestra’s music director, is leading new works by John Adams and Thomas Adès. Esa-Pekka Salonen, the orchestra’s previous director, is presenting a nine-day Stravinsky festival. Meredith Monk’s opera “atlas,” from 1991, will receive a long-awaited revival. And so on. No classical institution in the world rivals the L.A. Phil in breadth of vision.
Now if only I knew what the phrase "breadth of vision" was meant to convey other than "lots of different stuff"?

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 It's always always always about creating a straw man in order to establish equity in outcome: In the key of F: Harriet Harman on why musical creativity is not a male preserve.
Creativity is a miracle and a blessing that needs to be nurtured and celebrated wherever it springs from. And a diversity of creators only enhances and deepens the creative landscape. So, as chair of Trinity Laban Conservatoire of Music & Dance, I was delighted to hear about its Venus Blazing programme which, in the centenary year of women getting the vote, is setting itself the challenge of discovering and celebrating women composers of the past, and opening a path for women composers of the future.
The programme, which began last month, is a year-long initiative with a twofold promise. Across the more than 60 concerts and opera performances given by the Conservatoire’s major performing groups this academic year, at least half of the programme will be music written by female composers. We will thus have the chance to hear renaissance madrigals, 1970s jazz, 19th-century symphonies and 20th-century string quartets and operas, all of which have been neglected largely because the person who created them was a woman.
These articles always follow the same dreary form of argument:
  • open with an innocuous cliché
  • assert the importance of diversity
  • mention which oppressed group will be favored
  • state the means of righting an historic bias
  • end by restating the principle that if a particular group has had less historic prominence it is solely due to bigotry
  • and you're done!
You should notice that the assumptions are never argued for but always assumed--if you are a virtuous person you will just have to accept them. Notice also how the very opening contains a lovely contradiction: creativity must be nurtured wherever it springs from, so we are going to create a quota system to make sure that half of the creativity we nurture springs from women.

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 For our envoi, let's have some music that might have been performed in those two cathedrals pictured above. First the Kyrie Cuthberte from around 1280:


This is Adorámoste Señor by Francisco de la Torre (fl. 1483 - 1504):


He was a singer in the cathedral in Sevilla from 1464 to 1467.

7 comments:

Wenatchee the Hatchet said...

besides having one of the worst album covers of all time the actual song "Live it Up" is one of the dumbest songs I've heard in my life.

Marc in Eugene said...

I love the '56% make notes on the pentatonic scale' finding-- it's wonderful how that works, since the grants committee had (out of formal session) agreed a threshold of 55% in order to consider a renewal for the coming fiscal year.

This is the time of year when one refreshes one's knowledge of the literature about the cantus Sibillae (okay, a couple of reviews and Wikipedia plus three paragraphs in a history of Sardinia); by some process which I don't understand this 10th, 11th c Latin chant (cf St Augustine's de Civitate Dei 18,23) that deals pretty explicitly with the dreadful end of the world (from which are derived Provençal, Catalan, Castillian etc etc versions) is sung still on Christmas Eve in parts of Spain and Sardinia etc. Advent formerly was as much about the end of this world as about preparing for the Nativity, the birth of the new, so perhaps that explains it, somehow.

This is an interruption of my trying to get my head around the question why traditional Polish music and traditional Italian and Iberian musics sound as much alike as they do-- but perhaps they don't, really, and it's my ears playing tricks on me and my poor head.

I haven't been awaiting a revival of Atlas.

Will Wilkin said...

Someday I hope to tour Europe: cathedrals by day and opera houses by night. And maybe a few vineyards.

Bryan Townsend said...

Just listening to "Live It Up" and while the competition of "dumb pop song" is a rather tough one, this is pretty bad all right: generic drivel describes it rather well.

Marc, where did you get the information about the grants committee renewal criterion? I don't see it in the article. There is rather a lot of similarity among geographically separated folk musics. It might be because of the technical skills of amateur musicians, but then there are the interesting exceptions like the rhythmic and harmonic characteristics of Bulgarian folk music, quite different from anywhere else.

You bet, Will! I was just looking into a little trip to Alba in Piedmont to sample those wonderful Barolo and Barbaresco wines, not to mention the white truffles.

Marc in Eugene said...

Bryan, I found that information in the over-heated regions of my imagination, I'm afraid.

Will, How does the singing together at work go? Vineyards... are there vineyards in Mexico, I wonder? Plenty of 'em here in Oregon but I haven't sampled enough to have a real favorite or two. Alas, the cathedrals are not particularly impressive.

I just now had to hear how awful Live it Up is and, it having escaped me that Bryan featured it in the Miscellanea, I tried the first one that came up at YouTube: the Moscow Olympics official song! which was even worse than the Crosby Stills Nash song-- but the production values are way higher. Some of those album covers are hilarious.

Marc in Eugene said...

Hilarious, a few of them. Mrs Mills tickled my brain-- I know that name! And as it turns out she was quite famous in her day in England (and in Canada, too, probably-- surely you know of her, Bryan?), and famously mockable, also. The journalist etc Damian Thompson (now of the Catholic Herald and the Spectator), back when he ran the blogs at the Telegraph, had a running joke-- this is how I knew the name-- about a certain English bishop and Mrs Mills. Unfortunately, I don't recall the connexion, i.e., what the joke was.

Bryan Townsend said...

Oh yes, there are vinyards here. The most well-established wineries are probably in the upper part of Baja California around the Valle de Guadalupe. Serious wine-making is still pretty new, but some major projects have begun in my area. Time will tell. I think the climate and soil are suitable, we just need some devoted wine-makers. And a hundred years or so!

Oregon has some great wine, I believe. Particularly well known for some fine pinot noirs.

Sadly I am not familiar with the oeuvre of the rather toothy Mrs. Mills!