{"id":6378,"date":"2016-01-12T22:54:51","date_gmt":"2016-01-12T22:54:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/?p=6378"},"modified":"2016-06-16T23:05:38","modified_gmt":"2016-06-16T22:05:38","slug":"unfinished-business-ezra-pounds-music","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/2016\/01\/unfinished-business-ezra-pounds-music.html","title":{"rendered":"Unfinished Business: Ezra Pound&#8217;s Music"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Been listening a lot to two new CDs on Another Timbre: a new album of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.anothertimbre.com\/freypiano.html\">J\u00fcrg Frey&#8217;s piano music<\/a> played by Philip Thomas, and a collection of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.anothertimbre.com\/kudirka.html\">pieces by Joseph Kudirka<\/a> played by Apartment House. I need to talk about these soon but I&#8217;ve got left over business from the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/2015\/12\/lcmf-2015-first-three-days-real-quick.html\">London Contemporary Music Festival<\/a> last month. It was an incredible programme that mixed old and new, familiar and obscure in a way that took risks simply by being such an eclectic jumble of different practices and backgrounds: a true portrait of the state of &#8220;contemporary music&#8221; at the start of a century that still hasn&#8217;t a defined identity.  <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/lawrencedunn.blogspot.co.uk\/2015\/12\/reviewing-hcmf-lcmf-2015-so-when-did.html\">A long blog post by Lawrence Dunn<\/a> gives an excellent analysis of many events from the LCMF, as well as the La Monte Young and other <a href=\"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/2015\/12\/three-days-in-huddersfield-part-two-of-two.html\">gigs at Huddersfield<\/a>. (Dunn also discusses Philip Thomas playing Frey&#8217;s piano music live.) The latter part of his post goes into detail about the LCMF night <a href=\"http:\/\/lcmf.co.uk\/15-December-To-A-New-Definition-Of-Opera-II\">&#8220;To a new definition of opera&#8221;<\/a>, which still strikes me as the stand-out event in the programme. The first half of Tim Parkinson&#8217;s <em>Time With People<\/em>, which <a href=\"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/2015\/06\/time-with-people-warm-blooded-reductionism.html\">I&#8217;ve talked about before<\/a>, re-appeared and its stage detritus persisted amongst the audience throughout the whole programme.<\/p>\n<p>The evening ended with Stockhausen&#8217;s <em>Piet\u00e0<\/em> finally getting played in this country &#8211; a prime example of his later music being quite mad and quite wonderful. It began by plunging the audience into the verbal and visual assault of Ryan Trecartin&#8217;s video <em>Center Jenny<\/em>. Dunn&#8217;s blog links to the video and makes the excellent observation that this work connects to the legacy of Robert Ashley&#8217;s operas, in a deep and disturbing way. I can&#8217;t really agree with Dunn&#8217;s feeling that it&#8217;s the work of &#8220;the worst sort of antifeminist&#8221;. It seemed more to me that the video is about misogyny than of it, or worse, that it dispassionately picks up one unsavoury aspect of current social anxieties which, salvaged as a remnant in a post-apocalyptic future, is arbitrarily selected as the model for a future society. It could have been racism, but that&#8217;s too heavy now. The gender and social roles depicted in US sorority life are still presented as cheerfully benign, and exist in a curious cultural vacuum: through movies and TV they are familiar to everyone around the world, but unlike McDonald&#8217;s or basketball they remain utterly alien to even the most pro-American Anglophone. The average age of the audience on this night was noticeably older, and they generally seemed to find <em>Center Jenny<\/em> amusing.<\/p>\n<p>I presume the older people were an equal mix of Stockhausen fans and Pound fans. The night was my chance to hear Ezra Pound&#8217;s music played live, with a potted version of his opera <em>Le Testament de Villon<\/em> played for the first time in the UK in its &#8220;un-revised&#8221; phrasing. Pound&#8217;s music is seldom heard and even when scholars of Pound the poet bring it up there&#8217;s much lip service and little critical discussion. It tends to get pigeonholed as a passing phase, one of the less harmful of his many eccentricities. On paper, it has often been dismissed as crude and amateurish: irregular meters and phrasing, no pauses, introductions or conclusions, any polyphony usually an accompanying instrument moving in parallel with the voice. It&#8217;s clear he set Villon&#8217;s words line by line to melody, determined by the intonation of a speaking voice. Pound himself suggested that the opera was instigated by the impossibility of satisfactorily translating Villon into English.<\/p>\n<p>One critic <a href=\"http:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/music\/2015\/dec\/17\/to-a-new-definition-of-opera-review-london-contemporary-music-festival-2015\">has sniffed<\/a> that the opera is &#8220;less a foray into modernism and more a half-baked retreat into pre-operatic archaism&#8221; and so misses the point. It&#8217;s of a piece with much of Pound&#8217;s poetry to that time, of reclaiming and revitalising old cultural forms, &#8220;making it new&#8221;. &#8220;Early music&#8221; as it is appreciated now was barely known in 1920s and Pound had advocated for it before (going as far as to buy a clavichord from Arnold Dolmetsch in 1915, despite not knowing how to play it) and after (microfilming unpublished Vivaldi manuscripts in the 1930s). <\/p>\n<p>Those strange, meandering vocal lines of irregular length are now familiar to audiences through the resemblance to plainchant, albeit with a minimal accompaniment (often just solo violin) and a strange, not-quite-modal intonation. The baritone Robert Gildon and mezzo Lore Lixenberg sang without the vibrato that would have been hard to expunge in Pound&#8217;s lifetime. The piece begins with an overture on solo cornet de dessus (think a valveless trumpet the size of an alphorn), the interludes are brief, spare taps on a kettle drum. When Virgil Thomson heard it he presciently noted that &#8220;it bore family resemblances unmistakable to the <em>Socrate<\/em> of Satie&#8221; &#8211; another overlooked masterwork by a composer yet to be appreciated. The pared-down simplicity of the opera recalls John Cage&#8217;s reduction of <em>Socrate<\/em>, but his <em>Cheap Imitation<\/em> was written over 40 years later. The haunting motet at the end of the opera carries the same blurring of familiar and strange, in the same manner of Cage&#8217;s arrangements of 18th Century American hymns &#8211; achieved, again, by erasing. Cage&#8217;s last operas also reduce the elements of opera to the barest essentials. I haven&#8217;t read anything that suggests Cage was knowledgeable about Pound as a composer.<\/p>\n<p>The LCMF programme specifically links the Pound and the Stockhausen <em>Piet\u00e0<\/em> as &#8220;two neglected masterpieces of modernism&#8221;. When Stockhausen died I connected him to Pound in terms of how much <a href=\"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/2007\/12\/we-connect-karlheinz-stockhausen-with-ezra-pound.html\">their work remains misunderstood<\/a> and will probably stay that way. The LCMF concert felt like a first step for treating Pound&#8217;s music as more than a curiosity.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Been listening a lot to two new CDs on Another Timbre: a new album of J\u00fcrg Frey&#8217;s piano music played by Philip Thomas, and a collection of pieces by Joseph Kudirka played by Apartment House. I need to talk about these soon but I&#8217;ve got left over business from the London Contemporary Music Festival last [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12,7,44],"tags":[62],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6378"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6378"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6378\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6382,"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6378\/revisions\/6382"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6378"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6378"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6378"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}