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They Laughed when I Started to
Play
posted December 2, 2009
They Laughed
When I Sat Down at the Piano, But when I started to
Play!~
--famous ad for U.S. School of Music, 1926 by
John Caples
A couple of months ago, during a performance, I had
one of those moments onstage where everybody was
laughing at me. You've probably experienced
something similar in your nightmares, only this was
actually happening. And I loved it.
The piano recital is a strange institution. Most
people have never been to one. It may seem stern and
forbidding. Somehow the idea that you are supposed
to sit and listen to something you can't sing along
with causes people to stay away in droves. And it is
not easy to get people to be quiet and listen to
music. Darwin was mystified why we had music at all
since it does not seem to be a survival skill. The
other night at a special church service I attended
we were asked to listen to the organ Postlude rather
than getting up and conversing with one another. It
nearly killed some people to do it, judging from the
fidgeting in the second row.
I've always imagined that the reason for such
solemnity wasn't the solemnity. It is a simple
matter of respect. If someone is talking to you, you
listen. If that somebody is a piano, you also
listen. But if someone says something that makes you
want to react, you react. Civilly, of course.
Hence my amusement at the performance. I was
playing a splendid piece by William Albright called
Grand Sonata in Rag, which is basically a fusion of
classical and ragtime elements, or, as I called it
at the time, high-octane rag. During the last
movement there is a little joke in the music,
and--they got it!
You need to know your Wagner to get the whole point
of the joke, but even if you can't quote Das Ringen
Der Nibelungen chapter and verse, the way the music
suddenly shifts from ethereal, cathedral echoes to
pedestrian street banter without a bar's warning is
self-evidently very funny. Suddenly, the
introspective, contained world of the
quasi-religious prayer from the world of opera is
shattered by a wild return of the boisterous rag,
and, just as suddenly, the genie is back in the
bottle. For a phrase, anyway.
Several times during that section the audience gave
forth torrents of healthy laughter. I wish I had a
recording. You could tell they were in the same
room, and that they were enjoying the proceedings.
It was very communal!
At another concert recently I mock-apologized to my
audience on behalf of all us concert pianists who
force the audience to sit still while playing music
that makes them want to dance. It is another case of
having to reign in our instincts. It is also too
bad, because, like many of life's conundrums, we set
the rhetorical bar too high. Several pianists I've
read or heard from have spoken up recently in favor
of being more audience friendly. It seems that
artists have spent so much time trying to get the
audience to behave decently (often by bullying them)
that what results is a culture of fear, rather than
respect. Keeping quiet because you want to
understand and communicate with the music is not the
same thing as being quiet out of the fear that if
you dare to make a sound, people will look at you
like a leper with hemorrhoids. Unfortunately, some
of that rests on the ability of the audience to know
the difference, and they just don't seem to get the
memo. Just how do we get people to shut up without
clamming up? To recognize the need to let other
people listen (and that requires unanimous
participation) without feeling like we have to
hermetically seal the experience?
For a moment during the performance it didn't
matter. Mr. Albright told a joke, people laughed. Of
course, the delivery helps a little, and the set-up.
I had a theory professor who did that very well. She
could have people laughing at a Beethoven string
quartet. And why not? What people think of as
serious music was usually written by people with
great senses of humor. Bach? He could be very funny
sometimes. Beethoven? Quite the jokester. True, when
he is serious he is profoundly serious. But that is
hardly always the case. Mozart? Well, we know he
could lay on the silly on many occasions. Brahms?
Well, he may actually be the most serious of the
lot, by and large. But even he had a lighter side.
Once at a lecture given by my theory professor she
had the audience laughing during a piece by Samuel
Barber that I played (I was 'illustrating' the
lecture, ie., she was talking about the pieces and I
was playing them). It wasn't because Barber
announced that the piece was meant to be funny--it
was because, at that musical moment, something
happened that we'd been led not to expect, and
happened with a vengeance! Having been given
permission to laugh by something she said earlier,
the audience interpreted this musical misdirection
the same way they would have interpreted it had it
been in English. The same way being surprised by a
pun or hit between the eyes with a comic
misunderstanding between two characters in a joke
causes us to break into laughter. Musical syntax can
work the same way. The way the unexpected breaks
into the routine can either be a revelation, or it
can be risible.
It's just that we are afraid, sometimes, because we
think that art is sacred. And sacred isn't funny.
I'm not sure where we've gotten that idea but I know
it is basic to a lot of us. Several years ago I
played the same Albright piece before an audience of
undergraduates at my school. They seemed to be
maintaining a respectful silence. It was one of the
most depressing performances of my life. It turns
out they were laughing, but the concert hall was so
large I couldn't hear them. Afterward I got an
ovation, and lots of enthusiastic compliments. One
of my students said I was 'Da Bomb,' which I really
ought to have in my publicity material. Newspaper
reviewers are really too polite (even when they are
exaggerating their praise).
What we really mean when we call
art music 'serious music' is that our aims our high.
The composers were trying to do more than simply
entertain us, simply pander to our current notions
of what is good and what is not good, but to engage
us. To stretch our boundaries, to get us to see and
hear more than we did when we entered the room. That
doesn't mean that levity is not in order. Because
this, too, is an essential part of what makes us
human. Ignore that, and you've left part of your
soul at the door.
Bless the recording stars and
the children
posted October 31, 2009
Everybody has to be a star.
In the spring it's usually the birds. They don't
have to start from scratch every year like some
other critters, and, like star performers, they come
prepared to sing their favorite arias almost
immediately. They are quick studies, and they know
it, and they want you to know it. And to know they
know you know it. And they sing loud.
The reason this is an issue is that I have my own
recording equipment, and will often drop in a
recording I've made myself on this website. It loses
something in sound quality, particularly if I
haven't figured out where to put the microphone, but
it gains something in not having to book studio time
or be especially prepared with a piece I'm just
learning (if it's no good I can throw it out and
haven't lost anything). I'll probably replace most
of the amateur recordings on this site with
professional ones sooner or later, though every once
in a while I get lucky and the results aren't too
bad. But do those darned birds have to be in it? It
is usually solo repertoire, after all. I tried
explaining that to them, but they don't seem to
care.
From about mid-July through October, it is the
crickets. There is one that takes up residence just
outside one of the windows in our church sanctuary,
and likes to keep time. Actually, it's more like one
of those avant-garde experiments with going in and
out of phase that was popular in the 60s.
Cricket-phase, I think.
You can hear the resident cricket most prominently
in a recording of a strange little piece I made four
years ago of Erik Satie's Prayer For the Health of My Friend
from Mass for the Poor. I imagine many of my friends
could use prayers for their health these days, as do
I. That virus (not the flu) that seems to be the
very thing these days (all the kids have it) has
given me a lot not to be able to talk about.
Besides that recording for piano and obbligato
cricket, there is that prelude I played earlier this
month by Michael Praetorius. I started
the month by playing 400 year old organ music from
Germany. More recently, I've been posting ragtime
(without much comment from my supporting cast of
creatures). On the Praetorius recording you can hear
birds chirping about 5 minutes in. This is partly
because I positioned microphone in the back of the
church, because up front it was getting sounds from
the organ's playing mechanisms that was disruptive.
The sound seems to be better in the back. I guess
the birds think so too, which is why they've got a
nest back there.
Not that the birds or the crickets completely drown
the organ; they are not really that much worse
behaved than the average symphony audience. For real
disruption, though, you can't beat the experience of
one of my teachers while recording a CD
professionally in Cleveland. They chose Labor Day
weekend for the event, which is, if you are trying
to record something in Cleveland, a very bad idea.
Cleveland likes to host a little thing they call the
Air Show every year at that time. I don't know
whether everyone concerned realized this before or
after the Blue Angels made their first pass over the
recording studio. But it did cause some stoppages in
the sessions.
I guess I shouldn't get that worked up, then, when
somebody drops a pile of lumber in the sanctuary
during a recording (in case you wondered what that
loud noise was near the end of Summo Parenti Gloria. That
recording also dates from my first year in Illinois,
when we were having the roof replaced. One of my
first times practicing the organ in our sanctuary
featured some tiles being dropped on the roof right
above the organ. It sounded like Armageddon
localized directly over my head. Particularly since
I didn't even know they were up there (why couldn't
I get a still, small, voice?).
By the way, I should mention that the
Champaign/Urbana area has suffered a plague of
ladybugs recently. I don't mind them that much. They
are well-behaved, meaning they don't make any noise,
and they generally go about their business, which is
a pleasant mystery to me. They actually seem like
they are in town for a convention rather than
plotting a blight on humanity. Currently they are
just having meetings about it. If I were Pharaoh,
and Moses gave me a choice of plagues, I'd go with
ladybugs. We've had gnats already this year, and
they are far more of a nuisance.
Winter is coming, and with it the
lesser challenge to recording sanity. The crickets
will stop chirping--even they have grown tired of
meditating on the same note night after night. The
birds will be at their time shares in Florida; the
only sounds will be the constant humming of the
heating system, filling in the awful void that
actual quiet might create. I have a way to filter
that out in recordings, though, but if I have to do
too much of it is distorts the sound. I'm not
complaining about the heat, though. I used to have
to play in winter with a heavy coat on. I can still
attribute the missed notes in an early recording to
the stiffness of the coat I was wearing at the time.
Of course, there was that recent recording I made
with a fly buzzing around my head (that takes
concentration!)--one of my sessions was interrupted
by a couple of guys coming in to change a light bulb
(twenty feet above the floor). Life goes on, in
endless variety.
Some days incidents like this are
just funny, but we are taught to be goal-oriented in
this society, and there are times I just want to
make a decent product and not spend all morning
trying to get it to go. I'd prefer to record without
the constant comments from nature's peanut gallery,
just as I'd prefer not to miss notes. But I'm
reminded of a Muslim quilt maker who intentionally
mars each of his creations because it reminds him
that only God is perfect. I don't have to try,
usually. The mistakes happen, and the crickets want
to be backup singers, and it provides an interesting
diary of what time of year it was and what I was
doing with my life at the time when I listen to it
later. I've noticed several of the recordings I made
while in Baltimore have sirens in the background,
because you couldn't go thirty seconds without an
ambulance screaming down the street. Humanity puts
out a lot of noise, particularly when its members
are in trouble. But the birds and the crickets go on
singing whatever their lot. Come to think of it, so
do we.
"Civil" War
posted October 5, 2009
A few months ago, while writing an article about Schubert,
I flippantly presumed that there was no book called
�musical composition for dummies.� I was making the
point that a creative act does not lend itself to
having an answer key in case you get stuck. It is
not like 2 plus 2, with an answer that is knowable
and identical for anybody who bothers to find out.
The way you get out of a creative jam is you figure
out what the answer is yourself, because each piece
is different. There will, of course, be traditions
to which you can refer, and great composers of the
past whose works you can study; no piece exists in a
vacuum. But any truly artistic effort will succeed
on its own terms�the shape of the piece determined
by what you are trying to say through the contents
of the notes, and vice versa.
But I thought, while I was at it, I�d better look
and see if somebody had indeed written a book called
�Composition for Dummies.� Turns out, they had.
Somebody had written a review of it, and they
weren�t all that pleased. I haven�t read the book,
but I imagine it does contain some of the simple,
recipe-like formulas that I stated were not what
creativity was really all about. The sorts of things
that could allow just anybody to write music by
learning a couple of simple ideas and then basically
coloring them in. It is, after all, for
self-identified �dummies.� You don�t start a course
on �Math for dummies� with long digressions on
Differential Calculus. First you have to be able to
add.
The reviewer focused on some things that he felt
were just plain wrong factually, and suggested, that
if the book contained so many errors in things he
knew, what else might be wrong in things he didn�t?
These things probably will strike most
non-advanced-degree holding musicians as picky, but
I think they hold water. The first had to do with
the book�s definition of the development section in
sonata form. Quoting from the book (on page 148) he
wrote:
"The development often sounds like it belongs in an
entirely different piece of music altogether -- it
is usually in a different key and may have a
different time signature than the exposition."
A little definition may be in order here. Most
Symphonies, Concertos, Sonatas, and so forth,
contain several �movements.� To the uninitiated they
may seem like merely a group of pieces, though they
are usually related in a number of ways. The first
of those �movements� usually is cast in �sonata�
form. This means that it contains three sections,
the first of which contains the composer�s melodic
(and perhaps harmonic and rhythmic) ideas for the
piece. The second, development section, attempts to
expand upon, transform, pit ideas against each other
or in other ways deal with the materials given out
in the beginning section. It is not, in some
respects, that different from a musical essay.
Having told us what the composer intends to discuss
in notes and phrases, the composer goes on to
discuss it.
Our reviewer was unhappy that the book gave the
impression that the development section was in fact
not related to the opening section at all. It is
after all much too easy to just string ideas
together without any attempt to make them relate to
each other. Did you see the end of that football
game last night?
Just kidding.
Mr. Reviewer wanted to get things straight,
terminology-wise, but he put his views online, which
means they get equal time with anybody else,
regardless of their manners or knowledge. A couple
of folks rose to the book�s defense. The first tried
to use a specific piece to refute his idea of
sonata-form development in general�Beethoven�s
so-called �Moonlight Sonata� has, he thinks, three
parts which don�t sound related to each other at
all, at least to his ears (it also happens
to be a bad example of textbook sonata form;
Beethoven knew it, too, which is why he labels the
famed �Moonlight Sonata��which was not Beethoven�s
title, by the way--a �Sonata like a fantasy� which
is another way of saying that this is a Sonata that
really behaves like a piece from a completely
different genre, let�s say a science-fiction murder
mystery. Or a fictional historical novel.)
You can tell from the post that English is not this
fellow�s first language. Nor is music. He is polite,
but he thinks that because the 2nd and 3rd
movements sound, in his opinion, completely
different from the first, that makes the first
fellow�s case unfounded. He is confused about what
sonata form is. As I said above, it refers to
different sections within a single piece, or
movement. The different movements are, in effect,
separate pieces of music, which belong in a group,
all under the title Sonata. The first movement is
what usually contains a development section in the
middle. Our reviewer tried to patiently explain
this, and that was when he came under attack from
some jerk who was probably trying to pick a fight by
being as condescending as he knew how and telling
the reviewer that he obviously didn�t know what he
was talking about, using words like �foolish and
pathetic� and �idiot� to describe him. It is not
worth dwelling on his comments, since he used most
of his time to deride his predecessor and none
trying to make the case (except in the grossest
generalizations) that he knew anything of the
subject himself.
Let�s go back to the quote again. The reason I
found this worth posting is the question it brings
up when writing about music for laypeople, or
amateurs.
"The development often sounds like it
belongs in an entirely different piece of music
altogether�"
I�ve italicized those words above because, on
careful inspection, it doesn�t appear that the
book�s authors are necessarily suggesting that there
is no relationship between the opening
section (the exposition) and the development (which,
by definition, develops what came before), just that
it might seem that way. Why would they say
this?
Perhaps in an attempt to be friendly with the
book�s readers. People often do not hear the
connections which musical ideas have with each
other, particularly over long pieces. We aren�t
taught that in school, and it does not seem to
naturally occur to people in music, although in
another medium, say a Seinfeld episode on
television, in which getting the joke depends on
remembering something that happened ten minutes
earlier, people seem to be able to pick up on it
fairly easily. Most people usually listen to music
that doesn�t function on this level because it
simply repeats the same musical ideas again and
again without changing them in any way, therefore
there can be no relationships between various parts
of the piece because they are either identical, or
completely disjointed (like when it is time for the
chorus, which then repeats its phrase several
times). "Popular" music generally assumes you aren�t
interested in connections between musical thoughts;
so-called �classical� music challenges you to find
them. With a little help from your friends, perhaps.
Last months� Music From the Yellow
Room selection, incidentally, was deigned to
do just that. The commentary and sound file examples
there will help your ears pick up on the connection
between various sections in the piece. Perhaps over
time you will develop the ability to understand the
musical narratives of many �difficult� pieces
because your ears have been trained to understand
what to listen for. This is no different than the
fact that you can understand this article because
you can read it, and decode the various words and
word-relationships. You had to learn how. It didn�t
just happen.
But if you are a self-described �dummy,� with a low
opinion of how much you can learn with a little
patient effort over time, or you are an author
anxious not to appear too much of a snob by using
terms like exposition and development, and want to
relax your worried audience by making jokes and
being entertaining, and by not dwelling on
technicalities that perhaps can be saved for later,
you might look at such a line as a good way to
connect, never mind whether it�s accurate. Of
course, the reviewer only quoted this one sentence.
If the book�s authors went on to refine their
statement, explaining that there really is a
relationship between the exposition and the
development (otherwise it wouldn�t be a
�development�) than perhaps our reviewer is being a
bit of a nitpick after all.
The book�s other reviewers were unilaterally lavish
in their praise. Perhaps it is the very thing for
the people who need it: speaking to them where they
are, not shutting the doors to the halls of art or
driving people away with too much technical
precision or jargon. The question, though, is
whether the book is playing too fast and loose with
music as it is, or as it could be, sacrificing
accuracy for entertainment, or truth for simplicity.
I don�t know. The reason I want to bring this up is
not limited to this particular book. Writers on the
arts for lay audiences always come up against this
issue. I often find myself wrestling with the same
problem. This website was not designed for experts,
but for those willing to discover something new. It
(hopefully) doesn�t presume a lot of technical
knowledge. Terms are defined, or left out, and jokes
and generalizations are aplenty. Is that going too
far?
I�ve read several things on the web and in books
that I think do go too far. Trying to draw in the
uninitiated always risks diluting your delivery,
betraying your substance. Does it always? Can we
have it both ways? Can we who know much about art
and we who know very little but are willing to find
out cut each other a little slack? If someone wishes
to correct our statements, should we thank them,
even when we think they are being annoying? Can the
rest of us tolerate a few slips on the parts of
those trying to learn, so long as they don�t fall in
love with their own ignorance and tongue-lash
anybody who tries to help them out of it?
What do you say: truce?
Dialogue with a Steinway
posted September 15, 2009
Sometimes you play the piano. Sometimes the piano
plays you. If you are lucky, maybe there is a little
space in between.
A month ago I went into the recording studio to
visit a 7 foot Steinway. I like to keep those things
company every so often so they don't get lonely.
Steinway makes a nine foot piano which is the
constant companion of every conservatory teaching
studio and concert hall wherever they can afford
them, but the seven foot model will do in a pinch.
Size actually does matter in a piano--more on that
some other time.
When I went in I had some pretty definite ideas
about how I wanted my pieces to sound. I'd planned
my interpretation of each piece, sculpting every
phrase; I like spontaneity, but it is risky because,
either on stage or in a studio, if the muse doesn't
show up, you wind up with a lot of useless notes
milling around with no idea why they belong
together. I figured, 'tis better to plan your
attack, then, when the tracks are recorded once, you
can be spontaneous as the mood strikes in the time
that is left. Spontaneity has value, however,
particularly in conjunction with its close cousin
'adjustment' which is what quickly becomes necessary
when all of your plans go awry.
The first thing I realized about this piano was
that the action was quite a bit different than the
action of the pianos I have been playing recently.
This called for some rapid adaptation since I had
never met this piano before and I wanted to get some
things recorded right away.
This piano had a stiffer action, meaning I was
going to need to use a little more muscle to push
the keys down. Some of my more subtle key strokes
weren't even going to sound if I didn't gauge them
accordingly. On the other hand, the ones that did
make the grade were louder than I had imagined. This
was because we were in a small room with a big
piano. I'd like to say I can adapt to these
situations instantly with no muss or fuss, but that
is overstating the case a little.
Pianists are aware of this problem. You can't take
your piano with you, so unlike the bassoon player,
or the violin player, or the accordion player, or
the guy with the kazoo--practically anybody short of
an organist who makes a musical noise,
actually--part of the game is always adjusting to
the piano that is available on the premises.
Including really bad ones. Or the ones with whom you
personally happen to have a pretty serious
difference of opinion. For example, there are some
pianists who like to have a piano that fights back a
little, and occasionally, but very occasionally, I
number myself among them. Usually I prefer a lighter
action.
One of the most challenging times I've had in this
regard was a time I was accompanying a voice recital
during grad school. We were scheduled to have a
dress rehearsal in the concert hall, as is
customary, but some bureaucratic snafu kept us from
actually getting the chance (which was also
customary). Oh well, I though, I've played a dozen
recitals in that space this year (I was working as a
grad assistant in accompanying at the time) so I can
adjust. When the recital began, and I walked out on
stage and sat down on the bench, I noticed from the
fall board (where the brand name of the piano is
written) that they had gotten a new piano in there,
one which I had not played. I had never seen this
piano before in my life and now it was my job to
strike the first chord of the concert---as softly as
possible. If I misjudged it would be pretty
embarrassing. I took my best guess and, fortunately,
the result was wonderful. So was the rest of the
concert, actually. A good memory!
I have developed a sort of vocabulary of
experiences with pianos over time which helps in
various situations. In this case, I told my
recording engineer that the piano reminded me of a
particular piano in a particular practice room at
the Cleveland Institute of Music. Room L, I seem to
remember. Yes, if I close my eyes I can still
remember the pianos. I spent hours every day
operating them, so why not? Room C was a particular
favorite. Or E. I did not care to get stuck in room
R. Room J required I be in a particular mood for it
to be enjoyable. I could tell you the same thing
about the Peabody Conservatory. If you go there, I
recommend room 243. I spent a very nice afternoon
with the Goldberg Variations once. Of course the
pianos and their actions have probably changed a lot
by now.
But beside the action, there were a few problems to
contend with. One of them was that the una corda
pedal needed some adjustment. This is a pedal that
moves the hammers over very slightly so that instead
of striking three strings for the higher notes, they
will only strike one, making the sound weaker. This
is the grand piano's 'soft pedal.' However, if the
pedal shifts the hammers over too much, they may
strike a string from adjacent notes. This is what is
happening on the recorded example here. I
did not miss that high note--the piano did. However,
once I found out about it, I made sure to play that
passage again, without holding that pedal down. When
I get around to posting that recording you won't
hear the glitch. It only affected a few notes which
is why I discovered it only as I was playing the
piece you just heard part of--about 10 minutes into
the session.
It is curious to discover, while you are recording,
that the piano has planted little landmines for you
to come across every so often. I should mention,
however, one problem that I did not have to adjust
to. The pedal was no problem at all. A couple of
years ago this studio had a nine-foot Baldwin, which
was an alright piano (and in fact recorded better
than it sounded; the strange relation between what
you heard in the studio and what the microphones
thought they heard is another odd part of
the recording process. Some of my least favorite
chords or takes sound pretty good when you hear them
later, and vice versa.). It did, however, have some
wheels (casters) that were a bit large and which
made the pedals a little too high off the ground. We
resolved that situation on the second day by raising
my heels with some kind of mat. But the pedals were
also noisy; I spent some time during editing getting
the pedal noises out of there as creatively as
possible.
In theory the very best pianos will allow one to do
anything with ease and comfort, just as the best
interpretations will immediately size up the
strengths and weaknesses of the individual
instrument and, without apparently sacrificing any
of the substance of the music, play to its
particular advantage. There is nearly always
something to adjust to, especially as the family of
pianos, even the good ones, is so eclectic. The
sustaining power, singing tone, attack, relative
strength of the bass and treble, all can vary
tremendously, and can mean that every note, every
phrase has to take the differing conditions into
account.
This is another sign that music does not exist in a
vacuum. It is always characterized by the time and
place of its birth as well as the personality of its
creator and the limitations of the musical
vocabulary then in existence; melodic, rhythmic,
harmonic, what kinds of symbols were available to
use in writing it down, and what instruments were
available to make it sound. And whenever it is
recreated, the same applies. The understanding of
the player, and the limits of each instrument insure
that it will not sound exactly the same way again,
that no other performance will be precisely the
same. Even in the age of recorded sound I find that
the sound can change radically depending on the
playback equipment. And then there is the mood of
the listener. What will they hear and how will they
hear it? All factors that swirl around this
phenomenon we call music, and keep it ephemeral, and
mortal, and alive. Each moment unique in a
practically infinite chain.
Sort of gives that B-flat a bit more grandeur to
think of it that way, doesn't it?
I'd Like to Thank the Academy...
posted August 18, 2009
I owe some people a thank you. Most of them are too
dead to receive it, but I thought I�d pass it along
anyway. The first is the fellow who came up with the
idea for a piano. His name was Cristofori. In about
1700 he invented a new kind of machine that allowed
the touch of the player to determine the volume of
the tone produced. This was a new thing for a
keyboard instrument. It wasn�t an easy thing to do,
either. Sure, it looks easy. Push a key down and it
the other end goes up and hits a string causing its
little ouch to vibrate at a predetermined pitch. But
if you�ve seen the inside of a piano, you may
have noticed that it is in fact an extremely
complicated process. So complicated that Cristofori
couldn�t think of it all himself. He had plenty of
help. In fact, when you start taking the instrument
apart piece by piece you start to wonder what he
really did invent, anyway.
For one thing, we already had keyboard instruments,
like the organ or the harpsichord, or the
clavichord. In fact, the idea of striking keys to
produce sound goes back to antiquity. All kinds of
neat variations on this scheme were tried, including
one that used waterpower to operate something that
sounded like a pipe organ.
The idea of vibrating strings wasn�t new either.
Besides violins and guitars and musical bows and
arrows (less musical if you are on the receiving
end), the harpsichord already combined the idea of a
keyboard with struck (or in this case plucked)
strings. So Cristofori�s invention didn�t even look
new. It sounded new, though. Bach didn�t like it.
Besides the shock of getting used to the sound and
a new way to play the thing, there were a few �bugs�
in it. It was called the �soft-loud� because that
was the only way they could think to describe its
unique contribution to the genus of musical
instrument, but the marketers kept calling it a new
type of harpsichord because they needed to reference
it to something people knew. It wasn�t uniformly
soft or loud across its register, and the sound was
a little weak, though that wasn�t as much of a
problem as long as it wasn�t asked to fill a large
room. Mostly, it lived in drawing rooms and palaces
for a while. Then they started changing the rules
and asking it to give public concerts. New materials
arrived, like iron, and tougher wooden casings. That
gave the piano a chance to change its stripes.
Over the next century and a half an enormous number
of things were done to the piano. Making the hammers
come to rest so they wouldn�t bounce around after a
heavy attack on the piano. Allowing them a temporary
rest near to the string so the note could be struck
again quickly. Reinforcing the strings in duple or
triplicate so the sound would make it to row
triple-Z. Making piano wire something sturdier so
that that Beethoven guy wouldn�t keep breaking
strings. Creating new kinds of pedals to add
different affects to the sound, most of which, like
so many ideas, died an early death. Building pianos
into loveseats and curving the keyboard are just two
more that didn�t last.
Each of these innovations cost somebody somewhere
years of work trying to figure out the best way to
solve a pianistic problem to improve the instrument.
And some of those improvements were themselves
improved by others following in their wake. The
piano was most definitely created by a committee.
We don�t often think about it, but we are
surrounded by things that people spent their lives
working on�either to invent, or perfect. We don�t
thank them; in many cases, we couldn�t. Their
exchange with us is anonymous, their sometimes
astounding influence on our lives unnoticed. Not
that such innovations are always good. But for their
benefit to humanity we hope they at least got some
recognition, and maybe even got paid for it, which
is humanity's anonymous way of making sure that
people who have something to contribute feel the
love, or at least that, no matter how
self-interested they are, they don�t keep their
thoughts to themselves.
If you need some light summer reading there is a
book called "Men, Women, and Pianos" by Arthur
Loesser which I read some years ago. It is filled
with interesting characters and charts the various
evolutionary additions and dead-ends with respect to
the instrument itself and chronicles the people who
played it. There have been an awful lot of folks who
have shepherded this piano project down through
three centuries, insuring that I�d spend a
disproportionate part of my life seated at a box
that makes noise. I ought to acknowledge them. Some
of the results of this bizarre chain of causation
are on your left, near the top (under the picture of
the hands on the keyboard).
Enjoy!
[Note: those directions in the last paragraph above
made more sense when this article was posted on the
home page, but you can still access the site's
recordings by going here.]
Precedent
posted July 18, 2009
There's been a lot of talk this week, during the
Sotomayor confirmation hearings, about precedent. This is the curious
process by which a court, in deciding a case, checks
to see what other courts and judges have said about
the same or similar issues in the past. Anyone who
is studying to become a lawyer can quote mountains
of legal precedents, and so it is no surprise a
judicial appointee at such a high level (she was a
lawyer once, you know) has had her thinking
practically saturated with them.
I referred to the idea as a curious concept
because, if all you ever do before rendering a
ruling is to go see what everyone else has already
ruled on the matter, your job has pretty much
already been done for you. In this sense, we are
operating under a kind of legal peer pressure in
which nobody wants to do anything that hasn't been
done before. Of course, strictly following precedent
is a luxury even the most conformist judge can't
afford in real life, not the least because if
everybody merely followed precedent (if this were
even possible) then there would be no precedent to
start with. No--Sooner or later somebody slips up
and we get the sense that we are working with a live
person with their own opinion, whether it has been
'informed' by precedent or not.
In Ms. Sotomayor's case it is wise to use the issue
of precedent as a kind of cover. If you don't want
to make waves you'll be sure to be able to say that
you were just doing what everybody wanted you to do,
or had already done. You'll assure people that you
are hardly acting on your own in any discernible
way, and that you are a responsible part of the
system whose own particular biases cannot be pinned
down.
If, on the other hand, you want to gain attention,
the best way to do it is buck precedent. People will
love you, or they'll hate you, in large quantities
all around, but your visibility will command
attention. I bring all this up because we have the
same thing in music. Art music, anyway.
This is because it has a long history. Whenever
there is a long history, people have the privilege
of arguing about what that history is. Or ignoring
it. At one time musicians were less 'burdened' with
a vast past repertoire, but those days are gone.
These days the wind blows in the direction of
something known as the authenticity movement, and
musicians who are performing music of past eras are
expected to render their interpretations in
conformity to what a vast network of musicologists
and educated performers believes to be the manner in
which said work would likely have been performed or
interpreted by the composer.
This is not the same thing as tradition, which may
have grown up independently of any reference to past
styles or scholastically informed approach, or have
its roots in a time when people where more concerned
with getting those problematic works of the past to
sound more 'up-to-date.' Too bad Bach didn't have a
300-piece orchestra. Well, he does now! Thanks to
Wagner and Strauss who arrived on the scene a
century later we have these massive orchestras with
a hundred brass players in them and we don't want
them to feel left out when we do a little Bach, so
we'll 'improve' the old master. We're sure he would
have wanted it that way. This sort of orgy of late
19th century practice--rewriting the performance
styles of any other historical period in terms of
the here and now had its heydey in the early 20th
century, and has pretty much died off under the
withering glare of academic research and opinion.
It's not as if everyone agrees with those
assessments, however. There is plenty of debate
about what constitutes historically accurate
performance, and whether it is fair to assume that a
composer would have passed up the chance to
incorporate some more recent innovations in his
performances. And that's where tradition, i.e.
precedent, gets interesting. Just like in politics,
there are people fighting over the proper way to
interpret certain composers and styles, influencing
one another in an attempt to gain the majority. Once
a powerful and influential performance hits the
market, it often becomes precedent. There is a power
in that, and with a species that values herdthink,
genuine risk in bucking that tradition, however it
got there. But people do it, and they are usually
the ones who end up getting the most press. Whether
they are playing the music like they honestly feel
it ought to be played or exercising their egos (or
some combination), it is those players who end up
setting precedent by being bold and different.
Either that or the musical public and practitioners
figure they are out to lunch and they don't make it
into the record at all.
When I was a conservatory student I was often a
captive of precedent. Sometimes my interpretation
would be called into question because it could be
shown I was violating the intention of the composer.
If Beethoven put a crescendo beginning on the third
beat and I begin to get louder on the second, I was
just wrong. Any professor would have pointed out to
me that Beethoven was a smart guy who knew what he
was doing and exactly what he wanted to a T. He had
authority--ultimate authority. But in a situation
where there were no markings--say the tempo of a
piece by Bach, or the articulation or phrasing--none
of which was displayed on the page, I was also
sometimes given to know that I was simply in the
wrong. Often my professors did not feel the need to
explain themselves; sometimes I did not push the
issue. But I often felt that I was violating
precedent. The current way to play a certain piece
by Bach was different than the way I was approaching
it. Some strong personality somewhere had set a
trend and gotten lots of other folks to agree with
it, whether that was based on the latest research,
or a convincing sales job by an attractive
personality, or seemed to answer an unconscious need
in our collective psyche. It might have also been
the professor's personal opinion, but if you've been
at a conservatory you understand that there are
certain norms that even the professors get in
trouble for violating. If you want respect, you
don't go out on your own. You honor the past, which
is why a conservatory is so aptly named.
I think it was famed conductor Arturo Toscanini who
said "tradition is nothing but the last bad
performance." It seems safe to assume he wasn't
interested in what everyone else thought you were
supposed to do with a Beethoven symphony.
This seems to be where music and politics diverge,
when a strong, charismatic figure decides to do
things his way without caring what others think. It
seems that way, anyway. But often, that individual
is also appealing to precedent--if not to
tradition, which may be as recent as yesterday or
storied in the past, it is The Composer's Authority.
That's because, like our political system, the
assumption in art music is still very much that the
composer is the final authority. One way to buck
precedent without getting in as much hot water over
it is to appeal to originalism, which is precedent
raised to the third power. Bypassing the traditions
that have 'corrupted' the original intent of the
composer, the performer seeks to 'restore' (with or
without the aid of a committee of historically
informed musicologists) the true and proper way to
approach the piece. On the supreme court, justices
argue about who is realizing the intent of the
founding fathers most accurately. But no one says
they aren't interested in what the founding fathers
think about the issue. They may find creative ways
to justify what seem to be new interpretations, but
justify it they do. And they accuse their opponents
of being false to this tradition.
Much like the way harpsichordist Wanda Landowska
settled an argument by telling a rival, "You play
Bach your way, dear, and I'll pay Bach his
way."
Precedent is a strange dance. There wouldn't be any
precedent if somebody didn't create it in the first
place. Once they do, it becomes a recognized
authority in the age old attempt to check innovation
by making it stand trial against its ancestry. Once
it has been hallowed by time, its creators either
develop reputations that can't be touched (what, are
you going to try to tell me Washington was wrong?)
or they are forgotten, and become that time honored,
"they say..." and you know what they say...
Well, whatever it is, you'd better listen.
An Exercise in Creative Ignorance
posted July 1, 2009
I�ve been seeing them everywhere for years, so the
cartoon strip this morning that featured some of
them did not really surprise me. Here is a sample of
what I mean:

Now, a musician can tell by looking at them, that
there is a small problem with these notes. And the
small problem is that they are illegal. They don�t
exist. There are no such notes that look like this.
They are imposters.
But they do look sort of cute, don�t they? I mean,
if you are not a musician, they do sort of look like
they might be the real thing. Musical notes have
circular heads with sticks attached, and those funny
lines to join them together sometimes. And sometimes
the head parts are filled in with black and
sometimes they aren�t. So why not have some of those
notes with the beams not be filled in?
It seems like it could work, except that it
doesn�t. This is much the same, I imagine, as if
somebody tried to invent a letter of the alphabet
with various curves and lines in appropriate places
and came up with something that wasn�t one of the
current 26, or an Arabic number that looked kind of
like a 3 married to a 6 with a little 2 thrown in
but wasn�t anything you could add with.
The obvious reason for this, of course, is that
persons like the cartoonist, or makers of all manner
of musical kitsch I�ve gotten as presents over the
years filled with these impossible notes, is that
the people drawing them have no idea about what they
are drawing, and it looks ok to them, so why not?
This sort of thing can be particularly amusing if
you are watching a movie where the actor is trying
to play the piano and is, let�s say, unaware which
end of the piano has the high notes, so he is
�playing� the wrong end of the piano as the
soundtrack music is gushing forth. Sometimes the
finger strikes are simply out of sync with the
music, or there is a completely exaggerated bouncing
around on the part of the fake pianist--maybe the
music is smooth and he looks like he is banging away
at heavy chords. One cartoon I saw had a violinist
holding the bow completely still on the string for
all the long notes and only moving when the player
changed from note to note. This is a physically
impossible way to play a violin since you can�t get
sound from a vibrating string without actually
moving it across the string the whole time you want
it to sound. As it happens, you don�t need to change
the bow direction at all when you want a new
note�only the fingering in your other hand.
Watching pretend musicians fake it on film can be
quite funny�or exasperating. Occasionally, somebody
either knows how to play or has taken the trouble to
observe people do it and is able to give a
convincing con. But not usually. And in the world of
throw-pillows and musical stationary, I don�t think
I�ve ever seen a line of music that didn�t contain a
few errors.
The favorite, of course, being the unfilled-in
eighth or sixteenth note, which is sort of a musical
hybrid, like a griffin or a centaur. Since notes
that aren�t filled in all come from the slower or
longer-lasting end of the time-scale, and notes
which hang around in groups and are beamed together
are the shorter or faster ones, this is the musical
equivalent of stitching the head of a turtle on the
body of a cheetah.
Now I could complain about this for a while, but in
these democratically vibrant times, it is considered
mean-spirited to call ignorance to account, rather
than join in its merrier attitude, and besides, part
of creativity resides in ignoring, willfully or
unknowingly, previous rules or customs to foster the
creation of something new. So what I have in mind is
to find a way to 'legitimize' these new notes so
that musicians can use what the blanket and
paperweight makers have already shown us. It will be
a challenge for the musical establishment to accept
this, but less of one than getting people who can�t
be bothered to just copy some actual music into
their designs to learn some rules. Besides, it will
be fun. So here goes:
Right away I can think of three questions. What do
we call the new note or notes, how does it/do they
function, and what official body can we get to
recognize our new creation(s)? I�ve worded the
question in the plural because it looks like we may
have to name at least two kinds of notes: the
unfilled-in eighth and unfilled-in sixteenth (both
beamed and flagged). Perhaps while we are at it we
should add versions of the 32nd, 64th,
and 128th notes as well.
Now to the name. Most of these notes are named
after fractions (and tend to be halves of each
other). You�ll note that only a few of them are
taken. There is no such thing as a sixth note or a
nineteenth note, though those names aren�t very
catchy and probably come from those boring old guys
from antiquity who thought everything in the
universe was an expression of math. So while there
are plenty of numerical names left, we don�t want to
miss our chance to call them things like �Fred� or
�Bert.� Or, now that mathematics has moved on from
Pathagorous, we could celebrate its complexity by
naming one of our notes after the Euler number, or
the Arc-Tangent of the angle of the beam or
something special like that.
The function of the note is where we really have
problems. Not that the 20th century was
any stranger to new musical symbols. Usually they
were suggested by the composers themselves to cover
musical pheonemena that couldn�t be called forth
using the symbols they already had. For instance,
this:

means to gradually play the notes faster (not
suddenly to go from one kind of note to another
twice as fast--this rather rigid series of 2:1
ratios is how the progression of traditional
note-values developed). One reason this sort of
thing works is because it is a combination of a
crescendo, which means gradually get
louder, and is represented by two lines diverging,
creating more space for the expanded volume of the
music (visually representing the concept!), and the
traditional idea that the more beams you have, the
faster the note value. A sign like this makes
intuitive sense. Plus, the composers would explain
what the new signs meant in a preface to the musical
score so as not to confuse anybody.
Since as I�ve already explained, we have here two
pieces of musical information that seem to
contradict each other�a �slow� note-head and a
�fast� beam�I'm really flummoxed as to what to do
with this one. Could it mean to sustain one member
of a group of fast notes (though we can already
represent that with double-stemming or pedaling
instructions) or to emphasize it (but we have
accents for that)? Email me if you get any good
ideas ([email protected]).
Finally, if we want the note to have any kind of
shelf-life, we�ll want to get it sanctioned by
somebody with some musical authority. I�ve recently
taken it into my head to see whether there is a
musical equivalent to the Chicago Manual of Style
and have not had any luck so far. As a composer and
teacher, I�ve noticed that a lot of the �rules� we
were taught when young mask a lot of diversity or
practice that goes unnoticed by music teachers and
publications. I suggest that if we got our notes
into an upcoming version of the Groves Dictionary of
Music and Musicians, or the Harvard Dictionary of
Music, we would be making some good progress. We
will then want to trumpet our new symbols with all
the fanfare that astronomers lavish on the finding
of a new planet. It will be big news for a day or
two throughout the land.
There may be those rare instances when someone
trying to fake musical notes has not already
stumbled onto our discovery. Cartoonist Charles
Schulz, creator of Peanuts, used to use actual
snippets of Beethoven Sonatas in his panels. They
might have been missing clef signs or time
signatures or have started mid-measure, but the
notes were right, stem directions and everything,
and it was fun to figure out which piece he was
quoting from. I�ve heard some suggest that he even
chose particular pieces as a kind of comment on that
strip.
I don�t know if we�ll find anyone that care-ful
again. Meanwhile, we can, like heartless pedants,
mourn the laziness and lack of knowledge of the
world around us, or we can use that ignorance as a
spur to great deeds of creativity, and look upon it
as a gift. And the best part is, it keeps on giving.
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