Greg Sandow likes classical music. But he acknowledges that this is not a wholly compelling reason for it to survive as an art form. “I don’t think classical music makes us smarter, or makes us better people. I don’t think it’s ‘better’ than other kinds of music… I don’t think classical music has any special claim to be considered art. In fact — as it’s practiced currently in America — I think it fails dramatically on one of the most important things that art ought to be about.” And yet, there are a few positive aspects of classical music left to cling to, and Greg would love to hear from anyone knows of more.
Tag: 07.27.03
Indie Record Stores Continue To Thrive
The music industry is in a horrible slump. Really. Just ask any CEO of a big corporate record label or mega-CD chain. But owners of many of the country’s independent record stores continue to thrive, and their proprietors say that the big, impersonal chains have no one to blame but themselves. “Without the resources of the big national chains, independent and mom-and-pop stores might seem ill-suited to weather the tough sales market. But free from the big-business mindset of corporate labels and the chain stores beholden to big releases by bigger stars, independent record stores are increasingly in a position to succeed where so many big companies and chains are failing or faltering, finding unique and creative ways to trump the slump.”
American Arts Interest Stays Stagnant
“A recently released report from the National Endowment for the Arts indicates that the percentage of adults attending at least one jazz, classical music, opera, musical, play or ballet performance or visiting an art museum over the course of a year has stayed stubbornly at around 40 percent over the last 20 years. The total number of arts participants has increased, but so has the total U.S. adult population.”
The Radio Clear Channel Can’t Touch
With the corporate megalith that is the music industry closing ranks around the nation’s independent radio stations, it has become increasingly difficult to hear an original mix of truly diverse music anywhere in America. So it probably shouldn’t come as a surprise that, as companies like Clear Channel continue to gobble up stations faster than Pac-Man eats dots, the raw and edgy world of college radio is becoming increasingly popular with listeners.
A Painting Worth $20 Mil – Or Five Bucks. We’re Really Not Sure.
Back in the early 1990s, truck driver Teri Horton purchased a drip painting for $5. Now, she wants to sell it: for $20 million. “This is the estimated value of what one forensic art expert has pronounced a Jackson Pollock. However, the prestigious International Foundation for Art Research does not think it genuine… Ms Horton, who is 70 and lives in Costa Mesa, southern California, thinks it is ugly. She kept it only because it would not fit through the front door of the friend for whom she bought it from a thrift shop.”
Who Painted Goya’s Black Paintings?
“Venerated as the first modern artist, Francisco Goya produced nothing more abrasively modern than the series of 14 images known as the Black Paintings, which a half-century after his death were cut from the walls of his country house on the outskirts of Madrid.” But when art historian Juan Jose Junquera tried to write a history of the set, he discovered a number of holes in the story of their creation, and, upon deeper examination, came to the conclusion that Goya could not actually have painted the works at all.
‘Posthumous’ Doesn’t Always Mean ‘Good’
“The posthumous publication of new work by great writers might properly be considered a religious rather than a literary event. When previously unpublished work appears, as has happened in recent years, by Ernest Hemingway, Robertson Davies, Lucy Maud Montgomery, I.B. Singer or Albert Camus, readers momentarily convince themselves that they are witnessing a miracle: He (or She) has risen. Hallelujah! It’s an irrational reaction, of course, but how else to explain the rapture and awe such publishing events engender? Never mind that not everything a great writer ever scribbled — her notes, letters, laundry lists — is worth publishing.”
Replacing Gary Graffman
Gary Graffman embodies the Curtis Institute of Music. Just as the Philadelphia-based school is simultaneously one of the world’s leading musical academies and one of its best performance showcases for young musicians, Graffman, the institute’s director, is both a consummate educator and a revered performer. He is also 74 years old, and Curtis has officially begun the search for his successor. Curtis is a unique school, housed in an old Philadelphia mansion and offering little in the way of non-musical academics, and it is an old institute tradition that the director must be an acclaimed musician first, and a manager second.
Seattle’s New Populist Opera House
Opera audiences tend to be a fairly conservative bunch, artistically speaking, and opera houses have generally followed their lead. But in the Pacific Northwest, the newly renovated home of the Seattle Opera has risen in a mass of populist glass and metal, inviting comparisons to the Gehry-designed shrine to Jimi Hendrix located mere blocks away. “Metallic scrims cross the plaza in front of the hall and extend into the spacious multilevel lobby, in a further gesture meant to break down the barriers between opera and the public. At night the scrims will glow with colored lights keyed to the music being performed.”
The Music (Yes, Music) Of Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound was off his rocker, of course. It’s part of what made him such a great poet. That unhinged quality is also what makes his forays into the world of music simultaneously unsettling and fascinating, says Richard Taruskin. “He loved playing the fool, describing his aesthetic theories, the authentic fruit of his genius, in a semiliterate patois familiar to anyone who has read his letters or scanned the titles of his essays. And those theories drove him to compose music despite a confessed inability — vouched for by his fellow poets William Carlos Williams and W. B. Yeats, among others — to carry a tune.”