Listening with fascination to the Icelandic artist's new album strengur, a collaboration with Mirjam Tally.
Listening with fascination to the Icelandic artist's new album strengur, a collaboration with Mirjam Tally.
July 01, 2022 | Permalink
I'm pleased to have an article in the latest issue of The Wagner Journal, Barry Millington's scholarly-critical periodical. It's titled "Götterdämmerung 1945: Wagnerian Fantasies in English-Language Reports of Hitler's Death." After questioning widespread assumptions that Siegfried's Funeral Music was played round the clock on Nazi radio after Hitler's death, I observe that almost from the beginning of the war English-language journalists had been priming their readers to see the end of the Hitler regime as a "Wagnerian" event. The issue, guest-edited by Chris Walton, also includes an essay on Willa Cather's The Song of the Lark, by Kate Hopkins, and an exploration of Götterdämmerung themes in the work of the South African novelist Etienne Leroux, by Paula Fourie.
July 01, 2022 | Permalink
The most formidable of musicologists, one of the most formidable writers on music who ever lived, died early this morning in Oakland, California, at the age of seventy-seven. William Robin has written an obituary for the New York Times. I will have more to say soon in The New Yorker. I can hardly overstate his impact on my own work, and I can hardly imagine a world without him.
July 01, 2022 | Permalink
Retrieved after dipping into Greil Marcus's forthcoming book Folk Music: A Bob Dylan Biography in Seven Songs (Yale UP).
June 29, 2022 | Permalink
Nearby are Mario Castelnuovo-Tedesco, Oscar Levant, Gregor Piatigorsky, Helen Traubel, and Frank Zappa, not to mention Billy Wilder, Josef von Sternberg, and Marilyn Monroe.
Previously: Lubitsch, Korngold, Salieri, Bruckner, Liszt, Georg Trakl, Willa Cather and Edith Lewis, Thomas Mann, Bach, Nietzsche, Monteverdi, Koussevitzky, Michael Furey, Luranah Aldridge, Ligeti, Frescobaldi, Villiers de l'Isle-Adam, Baudelaire and Beckett, Nadia and Lili Boulanger, Stravinsky and Nono, Zemlinsky, Schnittke, Fibich, Xavier Scharwenka, Elliott Carter, Enescu, Rachmaninov, Mahler and many others, Russ.
June 28, 2022 | Permalink
Photo: David Zimmerman.
Street Symphony, a remarkable Los Angeles-based organization led by the violinist-activist Vijay Gupta, stages performances and workshops in homeless shelters, jails, and other places where classical musicians seldom appear. Previously, I'd seen them at the Midnight Mission, a shelter and recovery center on L.A.'s Skid Row. On Saturday night, I witnessed a different kind of Street Symphony event, this one at Inner City Arts, a specialized arts school. It was oriented toward the general public, although many associates and allies of the group were in attendance. The program consisted of Bach's Cantata No. 82, "Ich habe genug," interspersed with monologues by Linda Leigh, a longtime Skid Row resident who has established herself as a poet, teacher, and activist. The performance was a singularly intense and moving occasion; the only point of comparison that came to mind was Lorraine Hunt Lieberson's legendary account of "Ich habe genug," in Peter Sellars's staging. The soloist was the bass-baritone Scott Graff, a member of the L.A. Master Chorale. When, in 2017, I wrote a column about Street Symphony, Scott was giving vocal lessons to a recovering addict named Brian Palmer. Two years later came the tragic news that Brian had died, at the age of forty-four. He was present in the performers' thoughts last weekend, and in mine.
Leigh's effortlessly delivered, deeply affecting stories — about an educational trip to South Korea; about her experiences of birth, abortion, and miscarriage; about her conversations with rideshare drivers who pick her up on Skid Row — intersected potently with the raw, roiling emotion of Bach's cantata. No attempt to explicate or justify the connection was made, and none was needed. In purely musical terms, this was a superb account of Bach's great work, one that would have graced any festival setting. Graff sang in precisely articulated, lyrically flowing style; Gupta and the oboist Aaron Hill provided expert, vibrant solos; Jin-Shan Dai, Alex Granger, Eva Lymenstull, and Adan Fernandez handsomely filled out the ensemble. In conjunction with Leigh, though, it became something quietly transcendent. Afterward, Gupta mentioned that Bach's music would originally have been heard in conjunction with a sermon in church. Leigh's monologues were a sermon of a kind, though they were free of dogma. In the wake of the Supreme Court's catastrophic assault on the rights of women, the evening offered a kind of refuge, one free of easy consolation.
June 27, 2022 | Permalink
From Andrew Marantz's article “The Illiberal Order," in this week's New Yorker:
There was no single moment when the democratic backsliding began in Hungary. There were no shots fired, no tanks in the streets. “Orbán doesn’t need to kill us, he doesn’t need to jail us,” Tibor Dessewffy, a sociology professor at Eötvös Loránd University, told me. “He just keeps narrowing the space of public life. It’s what’s happening in your country, too—the frog isn’t boiling yet, but the water is getting hotter.” He acknowledged that the U.S. has safeguards that Hungary does not: the two-party system, which might forestall a slide into perennial single-party rule; the American Constitution, which is far more difficult to amend. Still, it wasn’t hard for him to imagine Americans a decade hence being, in some respects, roughly where the Hungarians are today. “I’m sorry to tell you, I’m your worst nightmare,” Dessewffy said, with a wry smile. As worst nightmares went, I had to admit, it didn’t seem so bad at first glance. He was sitting in a placid garden, enjoying a lemonade, wearing cargo shorts. “This is maybe the strangest part,” he said. “Even my parents, who lived under Stalin, still drank lemonade, still went swimming in the lake on a hot day, still fell in love. In the nightmare scenario, you still have a life, even if you feel somewhat guilty about it.”
June 27, 2022 | Permalink
Martin J. Baron, the imperturbable admiral of fact-checking at The New Yorker, died today at the age of eighty-five. Mr. Baron, as he was invariably addressed, had a thirty-five-year tenure at the magazine, during which time he must have conversed, in his decorous and unhurried way ("In the next passage, Mr. Pollini, we would like to say . . ."), with most of the significant figures of the late twentieth century. I remember once looking through one of the two immense Rolodexes on his desk and finding cards for Aaron Copland and Leonard Bernstein. If I had written, say, that Rimsky-Korsakov was a superb orchestrator, he would call up Richard Taruskin and ask whether it would be fair to say that Rimsky-Korsakov was a superb orchestrator. (This is an exaggeration, but only a mild one.) He worked on most of my articles from the mid-1990s until his retirement, in 2010, and I owe infinitely much to his knowledge, his meticulousness, his gentleness, and his sympathy. In 1997, as the New York Times reported, he nearly missed his own sixtieth-birthday party because he was immersed in my essay on Schubert. I wrote in the acknowledgments to The Rest Is Noise: “Martin Baron is the greatest fact-checker that ever was and ever will be. (Leave on author.)" The last phrase is a long-standing New Yorker locution, indicating an item that cannot be checked by normal channels and is left to the writer's discretion. The son of a longtime St. Louis Symphony violinist, Martin had a profound love for classical music, and for Schubert above all. I offer the above in his memory.
June 20, 2022 | Permalink
The Italian translation of Wagnerism, by Lorenzo Parmiggiani and Andrea Silvestri, is now available from Bompiani. It joins the Spanish version, by Luis Gago (Seix Barral), and the German version, by Gloria Buschor and Günter Kotzor (Rowohlt). I am well aware of how taxing this book must have been to translate, and I am deeply grateful to all of the above.
June 18, 2022 | Permalink