Friday, September 12, 2014

Maximum Minimalism!

Question: you’re at the concert hall and see the stage set with four (4!) grand pianos. What are you about to hear?

You also notice 3 marimbas, 2 xylophones and a metallophone. When the percussionists enter they are joined by a violinist, a cellist, 2 clarinetists and 4 singers.

What, indeed, are you about to hear?

It could only be Steve Reich’s epic, hour-long Music for Eighteen Musicians, premiered in April, 1976, at New York’s Town Hall. It changed music forever and, hearing it two nights ago, it continues to involve and move an audience.

Richard Scheinin, writing for the Mercury News in 2013 said:

I love this piece to death, feel a long and deep attachment to it, even attended a 1976 pre-premiere performance of it by Reich's ensemble at a Soho loft. It was one of those "wow" experiences, and, 37 years later, I found myself nodding in agreement with Steven Schick, the Contemporary Music Players' artistic director, who discussed "Music for 18 Musicians" in a pre-concert talk at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music. He called it "one of the great pieces of the 20th century."

I have not known 18 Musicians for quite 37 years but I have loved it for decades and was thrilled to hear it live for only the second time on Tuesday night. It was part of the Brooklyn Academy of Music’s Nonesuch Records at BAM Festival, which included an historic three night reunion of two American titans, Philip Glass and Steve Reich. Both are known as great writers of minimalist music, a term neither uses.

It was at the Virginia Museum Theatre in the early 80s that I first heard Philip Glass. I don’t remember who I was with or how I came to be there, but the concert transformed me. I had not known that “classical” music could be so intense, so complicated, so LOUD. Some in the audience hated it; I couldn’t get enough. When he released Songs for Liquid Days in 1986 I ate it up, playing it over and over. Later I saw Twyla Tharp’s company dance In the Upper Room and I was ready to swear allegiance to the god that was Glass.

My connection to Steve Reich is more personal. His 1982 composition Vermont Counterpoint was written for my husband and was the first piece I ever heard Ransom play. It’s a piece I still love and I was sorry it was not on the program at BAM, but clearly these three evenings were focused on ensemble work.

When I first heard about these concerts months ago I went online to buy a ticket to one. I realized that almost nothing was to be repeated; each night had a set list differing from the other nights. What could I do but buy tickets for all three — cheap seats in the balcony, with hundreds of 20-something hip Brooklynites.

Each concert was perfect. Music for 18 Musicians was brilliant, but the Philip Glass pieces before it were all exciting too. Four Organs, which opened both the first and second night, was new to me but I was quickly enchanted and especially loved the fact that Glass (right) and Reich were two of the organists.


Drumming was the the audience favorite from night two, but for me that honor goes to the selection from In the Upper Room. As I implied above, it’s a dance piece I love; I've seen it many times by Twyla Tharp, ABT, Juilliard Dance and others, and have listened to it dozens of times.

The emotional heart of the final night was, naturally, WTC 9/11, as it was Thursday, 9/11/2014, when we heard it. The short silence that greeted the finish was likely the audience’s stunned reaction to what we had just heard and what we had all remembered. Very powerful stuff.

If you don’t know this music I invite you to give it a try. I have an unnamed friend — are you with me, Phil? — who HATES this music, and I know others who are bored by it. I am rocked by it. In fact, one of the thoughts I had repeatedly in Brooklyn was that these musicians go about their business with no histrionics and with little movement except when they are switching instruments and yet create a sound fuller and just as loud as many thrashing rock bands. "A Wall of Sound" Phil Spector might say. A towering wall.

Below is a list of the three night’s programs. I’ve linked some of them to samples online. Check them out —  but be sure to either wear good headphones or run it through a strong sound system. As Lynyrd Skynyrd would say, “Turn it up.” And if you don’t like the first couple of minutes of something, give it time. This music is filled with illuminating ear worms that might just burrow into your brain as they have mine. An easy start is Façades form Glassworks.

Here's a link to Anthony Tommasini's New York Times's review of the first concert; he discusses the music far more intelligently, and specifically, than I can.

September 9
Four Organs

by Steve Reich

Performed by Steve Reich, Philip Glass, Nico Muhly, Timo Andres, and percussionist David Cossin



the CIVIL warS: “Cologne” excerpt
by Philip Glass

Performed by the Philip Glass Ensemble

Music in Twelve Parts: Parts 1 & 2
by Philip Glass

Performed by the Philip Glass Ensemble



Akhnaten: Act 1, Scene 1, “Funeral of Amenhotep III”
by Philip Glass

Performed by the Philip Glass Ensemble



Music for 18 Musicians
by Steve Reich

Performed by Steve Reich and Musicians


September 10
Four Organs

(as above)

Drumming
by Steve Reich

Performed by Steve Reich and Musicians



Music in Similar Motion
by Philip Glass

Performed by the Philip Glass Ensemble with Steve Reich



In the Upper Room: Dance IX
by Philip Glass

Performed by the Philip Glass Ensemble

Einstein on the Beach: Act 4, Scene 1, "Building"

by Philip Glass

Performed by the Philip Glass Ensemble



Powaqqatsi: “Mosque and Temple”
by Philip Glass

Performed by the Philip Glass Ensemble



Koyaanisqatsi: “The Grid”
by Philip Glass

Performed by the Philip Glass Ensemble



The Photographer: Act III
by Philip Glass

Performed by the Philip Glass Ensemble


September 11
Clapping Music
by Steve Reich

Performed by Steve Reich and Russell Hartenberger



Piano Phase/Video Phase (1967/2002)

by Steve Reich

Performed by David Cossin



WTC 9/11
by Steve Reich

Performed by Steve Reich and Musicians



Sextet
by Steve Reich

Performed by Steve Reich and Musicians


Music in Similar Motion
(as above)

Glassworks: “Floe”  “Façades”  and  “Rubric
by Philip Glass

Performed by the Philip Glass Ensemble



Symphony No. 1 "Low": II, “Some Are”
by Philip Glass

Performed by the Philip Glass Ensemble



Einstein on the Beach: Act 4, Scene 3, “Spaceship”
by Philip Glass

Performed by the Philip Glass Ensemble

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Road Trip Thoughts

As was clear in my last post, I had a great time road tripping through a chunk of these United States. According to Google Maps I travelled 1,744 miles; Google says the driving time was 27 hours, but me and my 65 year-old bladder took more like 32, and, with a few side trips, likely hit 1,800 miles — all in four days. Damn.

Some observations:

- It’s a beautiful country, but some parts are more beautiful than others. Pennsylvania’s at the top of the list with its hills, mountains and immense stands of trees. If any of the driving could be said to have been “fun” it was there in my home state.

- Ohio is flat and boring, at least from the driver’s seat of a speeding car.

- But Toledo, Ohio, was a great stop, thanks to my favorite little prince, TMcD, and his wonderful wife Liz. It would only have been better if their son Dan had been there.

- Notre Dame has one of the truly great campuses in the country. Unlike Yale, with lots of city streets bisecting it, ND is a place onto itself. Rarely do students have to play dodge car.

- Much of the time in the car I had my iTunes playlist 4E Essentials on shuffle play. Although I had chosen each of the tracks or albums for that list, I never knew what was coming next. It was great fun to go from the Beatles to Crosby, Stills & Nash to Love to Sugarloaf (come on, you remember their hit) to Led Zeppelin. When I needed a little rest I listened to Dvorak and Beethoven via Spotify.  The oddest coupling of the trip was the long version of Sugar, Sugar (that is one of the greatest rock and roll songs of all time, right?) followed by Gerry and the Pacemakers’ version of You’ll Never Walk Alone. I may no longer be Catholic, but my tastes are catholic.

- Americans drive FAST. No, make that REALLY FAST. I used cruise control almost all the time. If the speed limit was 55 I set it at 58; when it was 65, I chose 67; and when the limit was 70 I set the control to 70. In ALL cases hundred of people passed me; many of them were really flying by. And tail gating is a national pastime! Ransom says I do that, but if I do — and I argue the point — it’s at city speeds; I have very good reflexes and am in control. I never once tailgated on this trip — except when people would pass me and slide in far too close to my front bumper.

- I love the fact that when I drive to New York it’s on a CT parkway; that means no trucks, no busses. I saw truckers pulling three (3!) trailers; they weren’t full size, but still, 3! And in one case (pictured) I saw a trucker with two full-length trailers attached. I can only imagine the stopping distances involved.

- I have a new favorite budget hotel: Holiday Inn Express. Stayed at one in Rochester; where other choices was $100 and up, HIE was $80 and that included a refrigerator and microwave in the room, free WiFi and a very extensive free hot breakfast. Check them out.

- I brought home, as my Dad always used to do, a package of white hots. This is a delicacy I’ve never seen anywhere but Rochester. They’re like Brats, but different. One bite and I am remembering my childhood.

- And speaking of Rochester, I was very pleased to notice how kind and polite people were there. The young man in maybe his twenties who held not one but two doors open for me and Aunt Sally, while wishing us a happy Labor Day, was as gentlemanly as he was comely. The cashier at Wegman’s — the absolute BEST grocery store I know — was cheerful and helpful and gave us the card holder price when she didn’t need to — I’ll remember her. And the waitress at Long Horn Steakhouse, a low-price chain restaurant, was as thoughtful and polite as she could be. I am definitely NOT used to all this charm, but I mo’ demily appreciated it.

- I ended the trip in Vermont and Massachusetts, visiting with my favorite cousin, Bill Foery, his wife Denise, their soon-to-be-a-rock-star son Brendan and their youngest son, Ethan, as well as Bill’s mom (my Aunt Kay) and Denise’s mom. Here’s a couple pictures of what we did there. It reminded me that Bill and I need to do another road trip like we did in the 90s: roller coasters and other thrill rides!


Monday, September 1, 2014

Road Trip!

I haven't written in quite a while, for several reasons: summer's ending and I've had the usual work to do to get ready for another Yale term; summer's ending and I've been enjoying the last couple of weeks; summer's ending and I've not wanted the plethora of bad news in the world to bring me down. Smarter people than I can flesh out that last bit, but, jeez, what misery the news has brought this summer! Why some people remain optimistic is beyond me. (Take THAT, Anne Frank!)

I'm on the last day of a road trip right now. I had to find something fun to lift me from the miasma.

In 1974 I took a month-long road trip; I left Richmond for Charlottesville and The Last One, a huge party thrown by the guys who lived at 1708 JPA (Jefferson Park Avenue), a legendary house that hosted equally legendary parties, each attended by maybe 300 people. The day after, no doubt blurry-eyed and fuzzy-toothed, I headed to Aurora, IL; Detroit; Toronto; Rochester, NY; Montreal; Provincetown, MA, and New York City. It was an incredible rush of old friends, new men, new cities, fulfilling sex, empty sex, beautiful vistas, heartbreak, love, lust and call-of-the-road youthful yearning.

Since then I've done several roller coaster road trips, venturing through Ohio and Pennsylvania, New England and New York, Virginia and Georgia, looking for great rides. But it's been quite a while since I've done any kind of road trip, so this one now, short but far, has been a welcome return to an American tradition.

Notre Dame's Golden Dome and the Basilica with Holy Cross Hall across the lake

I left Friday morning early, heading west to Toledo, OH. Total time in the car: 12 hours 15 minutes. That long partly because one thing that's changed since my last road trip is my bladder. Enough said. Saturday Tom McDonald (TMcD) and I headed to Notre Dame for the 75th anniversary of the dorm I lived in as a freshman, and the ND/Rice game. Driving time: 5 hours back and forth. It was great to be back on campus. There's something about that place that, no matter how much I denounce catholics, god, and conservatism, still rushes my blood and swells my chest. I LOVE the place, what can I tell you? The memories of good times and better friends nearly overwhelmed me. A highlight this trip: a twenty minute visit with Father Don McNeil, second floor rector in BP in 1966, son of Don McNeil of Breakfast Club fame, founder of the Notre Dame Center for Social Concerns and a towering mentor in my late teens.

Yesterday I headed back East, arriving in Rochester, NY, after seven plus hours in the car. If you're counting, that's about 24.5 hours in three days. Today: Rochester to Vermont to Massachusetts and then home. A road trip both short and long.

Last night I had dinner with my remarkable Aunt Sally, 94 years young. She walks with a cane or a walker, but other than that she seems the same to me as she did the last time I saw her, the time before that, and the time before that. We went to a restaurant and then to Abbott's for frozen custard (a must-do in ROC) and on to Wegman's so I could buy some white hots (another must-do). Through it all she was witty and with it, telling family stories, asking questions and acting like any 49 year-old you might meet.

Soon I'll see my Cousin Bill and his family, including his mom, my 92 year-old Aunt Cathy. She and Sally are the last two of that generation and are therefore the last ties to my history. So this is more than just a road trip; this is a life journey and so far, a damn good one.

- posted from the Port Byron Travel Plaza, New York State Thruway