Multi-track Cultural Evolution in China

March 19th, 2009

While internal political debate in China continues between populist and elitist factions, the evolution of its cultural sector continues its multi-track way. 

Last year, China’s 11th Five Year Plan made the export of culture a priority, reflecting aspirations for both enhanced soft power and the growth of its developing commercial cultural industry. China’s efforts to enhance its soft power have been reflected over the last several years by its Confucius Institute initiative and the Ministry of Culture’s building of new long-term cultural exchange relationships (full disclosure, I’m a player in such an initiative involving U.S. universities). In the weeks since the conclusion of the recent People’s National Congress, those in the field now observe Chinese commercial cultural entities’ more aggressively and openly looking for international opportunities. As a staff member of one of China’s producer’s recently told me, “So many Chinese groups are interested in going abroad, particularly tours to the States and Broadway. Also, the Chinese Government is very supportive and the funding seems not to be a big problem.”

Meanwhile, it is rumored that 10% of China’s four-trillion yuan ($US 586 billion) stimulus package will go to cultural and educational programs, but that the funds will be allocated not to the relevant government ministries, rather directly to individual cultural and educational institutions. I’m off to China on Thursday to see for myself, and will post from there.

Thoughts of the Day

March 10th, 2009

“Pulcinella” month. On opening night of the reconstituted Alice Tully Hall (2/22), David Robertson conducted Stravinsky’s “Pulcinella” Suite. On 3/8, Cho-Liang Lin and Jean-Yves Thibaudet played “Suite Italienne,” the composer’s arrangement of the music for violin and piano. The next evening, Pierre Boulez led the Chicago Symphony and three vocalists at Carnegie Hall in the complete ballet. So, New York, what about the “Suite Italienne” transcription for cello and piano?

Lenny and Schuy. I opened the Times on 3/9 to see that Leonard Bernstein’s children have donated “the carefully preserved contents” of their father’s composing studio to Indiana University. On the obit page was the sad news that Schuyler Chapin had died at age 86 over the weekend. They met on October 14, 1959, when Chapin was the new director of Bernstein’s exclusive recording label, Columbia Masterworks, and the relationship deepened into a personal friendship that ended with the conductor’s death on October 14, 1990–a coincidence that Chapin dubbed “serendipity of the calendar” in his affectionate, witty memoir of the conductor, Leonard Bernstein: Notes from a Friend. And now a final coincidence. I pulled the little book from my shelf and with renewed delight devoured its 171 pages of large type in an hour (I’m a slow reader). “How do I explain the impact of Leonard Bernstein on me?” Chapin asks. “How do I explain my love for this colorful, explosive, wildly talented, sometimes impossible man?” For those of us who knew Bernstein only from a distance, thank goodness for those recordings and videos . . . and for his eloquent friend.

You Could Drive a Person Crazy

March 5th, 2009

No one would undertake the intricate, painful, gargantuan,  hysterical task of putting on a musical play unless he had more enthusiasm than most people have about anything.   Brooks Atkinson, The New York Times Drama Critic, 1924-1960

It’s a fact.  Musical theater is hysterical.  Not hysterical like a joke.  Hysterical like the people doctors used to call “hysterics,” the ones who were enthusiastically unstable.  The musical form in and of itself makes relatively little sense, and the craft is so difficult to pull off successfully that only a lunatic with pathological levels of enthusiasm would participate. 

That’s not to say that all enthusiastic people do musical theater.  Most enthusiastic people save their enthusiasm for their hobbies, children, and free samples at Whole Foods.   Musical theater people, like all artists, eschew all such convention and conclude that it is too sensible to spend their lives getting a real job, and instead must spend every waking hour pursuing what started out as a hobby.  Making a living?  Overrated.  Putting food on the table?  A luxury.  Seeing your family?  Maybe next year. 

So, we take our low self-esteems and mount our high-horses and go for a ride.  You may ask, why do we stay up there if it’s so dangerous?  The same reason the Fiddler on the Roof does: it’s our home.  We are  all Fiddlers on the Roof trying to scratch out a simple tune without breaking our necks.   And it isn’t easy.  But when a musical is good and goes as planned, for us, it’s indescribable.  In fact, it’s indescribable when it doesn’t go as planned. And that’s what keeps us rolling along. 

I am an aspiring musical theater writer and moonlight as a professor, vocal coach and music director.  I graduated from Brown University with a BA in music, and hold an MFA in musical theater writing from the Tisch School of the Arts at NYU.  I am currently on the faculty of Brown University and Montclair State University.  I have recently performed with stars such as Ben Vereen, Jack Black, Kate Burton, James Naughton and Duncan Sheik.  I am also the musical director emeritus of the award winning musical sketch comedy group “The Apple Sisters,” with whom I recently performed alongside Chevy Chase and the cast of “Saturday Night Live.”

As everyone in the arts knows, accolades and performances are the highs of the job, but there are innumerable lows.  We work all hours all the time or sometimes not at all, but we do what we love.   We get to make our own schedules, be our own bosses, and I personally spend my daily life writing and putting on musicals (or some variation thereof).  But why is the creation and execution of a musical so particularly intricate and painful, gargantuan and hysterical?  

The answer partially lies in the number of people involved.  I liken it to a copy machine: It’s a brilliant device when it works, but when it doesn’t, it’s terribly annoying.  If there’s a jam in drawers two and three, and the toner is low, it’s as though your life has fallen apart right in front of you.  Same goes for musical theater.  Hundreds of people are often involved in the creation, and any one of them could have been the one to put stapled documents through the automatic feeder.  But when it works, like a Xerox machine, it’s miraculous. 

The musical requires three major elements to work in perfect synergy before anyone even gets hired: the book, music and lyrics.  Even if you are a genius and write all three successfully (and the chances of that are about a trillion to one), you still have to find the right director, choreographer, actors, set designer, music director, etc., and all of these people not only have to get along, but create one final product.  In elementary school, you were asked to give a presentation with one other person, not the entire school district. 

So what else could motivate us but unyielding passion for the art? What else but an earnest dedication to making people laugh, cry or think?  What else but a need to be with people and work together to form one common vision?  It’s not just a good show or interest in the arts that draws people to the field — it’s a lifestyle, it’s comfort, it’s family.  It’s the need to offer society what artists from Mozart to the Beatles to Stephen Sondheim continue to offer today.  We have the same feelings and live the same lives that our musical forefathers did.  And that is Tradition! 

Anthony Freud, 21st Century Evangelical

March 4th, 2009

“As the General Director of an opera company, it is incumbent on me to be evangelical about the art form within which I work.” Of course for Anthony Freud, O.B.E., Houston Grand Opera’s CEO (http://www.houstongrandopera.org/ ), that’s not a challenge; it’s clear immediately that it would be near impossible for him not to share his passion for opera.

Born in London to immigrant parents, Anthony was introduced to opera as a young boy.

He first attended Hansel and Gretel at Sadler’s Wells at the age of four. His strongest memory of the event was that he had three banana ice creams at intermission – and that it was performed in English. His father, a refugee from Hungary, worked for a mining company.  From time to time, the company would offer middle management employees a pair of tickets to Covent Garden. “My parents were not the sort to get a babysitter and leave me at home while they went off, rather one of them would stay home and I would go to the opera or ballet with either my mother or father. I saw Tosca with Tito Gobbi as Scarpia and Romeo and Juliet with Margot Fonteyn and Rudolf Nureyev. We went just often enough that I relished every opportunity.” At the age of eleven, he was attending concerts and theater on a regular basis and the language didn’t make a difference, he soaked it all in.” And he “turned into a real discophile, spending all of my pocket money buying LPs in the record stores. I developed an insatiable appetite for engaging with the arts in all its facets – and opera became the most all-consuming of these appetites.”

 “At the age of thirteen or fourteen I had already decided that I wanted to run an opera company.” London was comparatively safe at the time, and the teen Anthony could go off on his own to performances and come home at 11:00pm. “Although there was not so much interest in opera around the house, my parents were pleased with my enthusiasm and encouraged it. I remember the first time I bought a ticket to Covent Garden to attend on my own,” it was tremendously exciting.  In the early 1970s, the Royal Opera had a program called the ‘Young Friends of Covent Garden’.  It was a membership organization, and “once the initial fee was paid, members received ticket vouchers which had about the same face-value as the cheapest tickets. I attended three or four nights a week, and on this voucher system I went eighteen or twenty times for nothing! He saw every performance Carlos Kleiber conducting Elektra with Birgit Nilsson in the title role and Dame Gwyneth Jones as Chrysothemis. Other memorable performances were Dame Joan Sutherland and Jon Vickers in many of their signature roles and a famous revival of Aida with Riccardo Muti conducting Montserrat Caballé, Fiorenza Cossotto and Placido Domingo. In 1977 La Scala and Covent Garden arranged its first exchange in twenty-five years.  La Scala, sharing its ‘Rossini-renaissance,’ brought Jean-Pierre  Ponnelle’s production of La Cenerentola featuring Teresa Berganza and Luigi Alva and also Giorgio Strehler’s Simon Boccanegra with Mirella Freni and Gianni Raimondi  – all performances conducted by Claudio Abbado. These performances were life changing for the aspiring opera administrator. He recalls “that the quality of music-making and theater was astounding.”

 Anthony qualified as a barrister and started practical training, but felt he didn’t have the same vocation for law as he did for the arts.  He started to send out letters, and after “sixty or seventy” applications, he was hired as the assistant to the director of Sadler’s Wells in 1980.  “I felt immediately at home there.” Next came seven years at Welsh National Opera where he first served as Company Secretary dealing with legal matters and subsequently as Director of Opera Planning (the equivalent position of an Artistic Administrator here in the United States). He later moved on to be Director of Planning and Artistic Administration at Philips Classics. When Matthew (Epstein) resigned from Welsh National Opera, he applied for the post of General Director, and his career goal was realized when he returned to WNO in that position which he held from 1994-2005.  “It was the first opportunity where I felt that I had a responsibility for the evolution of the art form itself.  I felt it was essential to create and perform new works and new productions, to be dynamic in drawing people into our art form. Human resources are vital in opera and I was dedicated to exploring and embracing the broad range of the community. Opera remains relevant when it builds bridges and recognizes that a serious long-term relationship must be developed with the community.  The breadth and depth of services that we can offer a city makes opera relevant to modern cities. It was the first time when I knew that community outreach needed to be expanded and broken out of the confines of being an optional extra; we began in earnest to contemplate the delivery of services and how to reach as many people in as many ways as possible.”

 In 2005, Anthony Freud was hungry for a new challenge and that opportunity came to him in Houston, Texas.  “I wanted to explore a new world; after all you don’t move 5,000 miles to discover what you left behind.” HGOco is his new world visualization of his community outreach initiative in Wales. He explains, “it involves reconsidering internally and externally the culture and purposes of an opera company. We wrestle with the question of how a four hundred-year-old art form can remain relevant in a twenty-first-century city like Houston.”  A combination of music, theater, scenic design and dance, opera as an art form is inherently “all about collaboration.”  Houston Grand Opera under Freud’s leadership is “building bridges in unexpected ways. We’re finding ways to tell Houston stories through words and music – it is utterly universal.” The Refuge, composed by Christopher Theofanidis with words by Leah Lax, involved collaboration with seven immigrant communities and told individual stories of their journeys to Houston.” [to order a copy of the cd, please visit www.albanyrecords.com ] In 2010, HGO is looking at ways to commemorate the important Mexican anniversary. From 2011 to 2014 a collaboration with the Asian communities is planned.  “Not all of the projects will result in commissions on the scale of The Refuge, but we’re exploring with people how we can celebrate them and tell their experiences through the medium of opera. We want to use our art form in a way that embraces diversity and engages with people on their terms.”

 Anthony Freud’s journey with opera began as a result of a mining company’s corporate support of Covent Garden and the realization of the importance of music in the lives of its employees.  It was nurtured by his refugee parents who made sacrifices to be sure that the arts were a core value in their son’s upbringing.  Freud, in turn, reaches out to the new immigrant communities in the Lone Star State and says “I have an unswerving belief of the role of culture and the arts in society; a society without the arts is not one in which I want to live. And as times get harder economically, the role that the arts play is more and more important.  We all need to be imaginative and dynamic to the greatest possible degree.”

 Houston is all the better for the call that Anthony Freud heard and that, in the famous quote popularized by Horace Greeley, he decided to “go west, young man.”

Cathy Barbash on China

February 26th, 2009

I first went to China 19 years ago, as orchestra manager of the Philadelphia Orchestra. It was the 20th anniversary of the orchestra’s historic first, post ping-pong diplomacy tour, and just four years after the demonstrations in Tian’anmen Square. Whether for business or cultural purposes, foreigners still came only when invited, and itineraries were closely controlled. It was my background as a comparative government major that enabled me to see that the “Reform and Opening Up” launched by Deng Xiaoping was finally reaching the cultural sector.

When the Philadelphia Orchestra first visited China in 1973, culture was still purely a tool of the state. Once it arrived in Beijing, the People’s Republic of China (PRC) government covered all expenses. By 1993, the PRC’s priorities were shifting: the Ministry of Culture was required to find sponsors to help alleviate the costs of presenting the orchestra in Beijing and Shanghai. Without informing us, the Ministry’s presenter had thus secured five of its own sponsors, who were to receive primary recognition at all events.

By myself in Beijing, with no assistance from the U.S. Embassy but good advice from journalist friends there, I had to negotiate with the Ministry of Culture for the restitution of the orchestra sponsor’s rights and visibility. The argument that Coca-Cola had paid ten times more to the orchestra than the presenter’s sponsor had to the Ministry made no headway. However, once I explained to them through my interpreter that, though the Philadelphia Orchestra would return to Beijing at most once every four years, Coca-Cola was a “permanent resident” there, and thus if Coke was happy with the benefits it received on this tour, the Ministry itself could approach Coke to sponsor its own projects every year, the light was blinding. It was my “eureka” moment too. It was clear that the evolution of the cultural sector had begun, that I had a flair for negotiation and interest in the field, and thus I dove into these roiling waters.  

People are often non-comprehending, confused and a bit uncomfortable with an independent sole practitioner cultural consultant. I find the benefits still outweigh the challenges. To work successfully with China, a combination of knowledge of “the situation” and a well-developed personal network, “guanxi,” are paramount. My tenure with the Philadelphia Orchestra provided a head-start. The independence has allowed me to stay in contact with colleagues in both countries over many years, enabling me to track simultaneously their professional development with the long-term development of cultural industries and relevant government agencies.

*”Black Cat White Cat” will share my experiences and observations on this “long march,” including the development of China’s domestic and international cultural industries, the singularities of its dual track independent and official cultural sectors, performing arts education of the Chinese, in and out of China, and the emergence of China’s young multinational creative class.   

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**In 1961 in Guangzhou, Deng Xiaoping uttered what is perhaps his most famous quotation: “I don’t care if it’s a white cat or a black cat. It’s a good cat so long as it catches mice.” This was interpreted to mean that being productive in life is more important than whether one follows a communist or capitalist ideology.

Crossing generations and genres

February 26th, 2009

First impressions are so important, so how can we prevent making initial judgments when we encounter something new? Unlike our beloved editor, Sedge Clark, I am not a reluctant blogger. Blogging is a staple characteristic within my generation, along with social networking sites like MySpace and Facebook. How else am I supposed to keep in touch with my 115 friends from high school, college, and other paths in life? Actual phone calls or e-mails? Don’t make me laugh!

Since I have devoted nearly six years as the Advertising Sales Communications Ambassador (I really like that title-I totally made it up, ha!), I’d like to take this opportunity to dispel some myths about Musical America. As the chief ambassador, it is my job to give out information to prospective clients about our products and services. In this way, I become Professor Pace (not a made up title-I teach community college) and diffuse some unusual stereotypes.

They say, “Don’t judge a book by its cover”. If you look at the cover of our annual print directory, each year you will find an instrumentalist, conductor, opera vocalist, or a variety of other industry all-stars who have made it to the top of their game. They vary in age and gender. Most of them fit the “classical” genre, and are well-known for that specialty.

But since we shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, open to the first page (of our 2009 edition, for example) and you’ll find an emerging young brass quintet whose french horn player sports a massive blonde afro. All five members are in their late twenties or early thirties, and are prime examples of the classical-crossover younger generation. The Synergy Brass Quintet is not just classical… at all.

So if we aren’t “just” classical, then are we open to “all” genres of music? Last year, I received an advertising inquiry from a young man in California. When I called him to see if he was interested in advertising, he didn’t know what Musical America was, and then asked me if we promoted hip-hop artists. I couldn’t help but reply, “Nnnnnot exactly, no. We are a primarily classical music directory.” He ended the phone call by explaining that he thought our name covered all types of music. Many types, yes. All types, no.

 I can’t tell you how many times people think our name is “Classical Music America.” Another favorite, “Music America” comes in second. If you look in the indices, you can see that there are many other genres (although, perhaps not hip-hop) and categories other than just classical music. And as you flip through the pages, you can find a number of younger artists. So then, what defines classical music? How can we continue to attract younger artists to our product? Do you judge a book by its cover?

Second entry from our esteemed, don’t-make-me-do-this blogger

February 26th, 2009

Why I Left Muncie. Half a dozen things to do every night without turning on a TV; Lincoln Center and Carnegie Hall a stone’s throw from home; the Sunday Times on Saturday night; MoMA and the Met; theater and film; in the good old days, record stores. This title is kind of unfair to my home town because my move to New York 40 years ago was emphatically a positive one, not anything negative about Indiana. All I knew was that I, myself, didn’t belong in the Lynds’ Middletown U.S.A.

Bells of the Hall. By now everybody has read that Tully Hall’s Second Coming is the bee’s knees. But what about the icing on the cake: the intermission bells? No, I’m not kidding. Remember those exotic intermission bells at Philharmonic (now Avery Fisher) Hall? In 1965 Leonard Bernstein wanted a new signal for the audience to return to its seats, so he asked his assistant, the composer Jack Gottlieb, to select some felicitous 12-tone rows as prompters. “I chose rows written by the second Vienna school, Stravinsky, and Bernstein,” Jack recounted earlier this week, “and recorded them on a celesta for Lenny’s approval.” After Bernstein retired as music director in 1969 and George Szell, who detested 12-tone music, became interim “music advisor,” the bells were replaced by what sounded like foghorns. Soon after Pierre Boulez became music director in 1971, I urged him after a concert to reinstate the bells. Boulez hadn’t known about them, but he must have approved of Jack’s recording because they reappeared not long afterwards. They disappeared again at some point after Boulez’s departure, but now someone at Lincoln Center has had the brilliant idea to revive them at the newly reopened Alice Tully Hall. Bravo! Long may they resound.

A Revelatory Onegin. Tony Tommasini in the NYTimes wrote that Karita Mattila (MA’s Musician of the Year, 2005) as Tatiana was “a revelation” in the Met’s “Eugene Onegin.” Some critics wrote she was a bit long in the tooth. Peter Davis summed it up to me in conversation, “She’s astonishing—fifty and nifty.” [See his review.] The Met Tatiana I recall most warmly was the 57-year-old Mirella Freni in 1992. For me, on February 9th, the revelation was Thomas Hampson (MA’s Vocalist of the Year, 1992), who made me realize for the first time what an s.o.b. Onegin is. His singing was top-notch too, as was Poitr Beczala’s as Lenski. All of this fine vocalism was compromised by the flat-footed conducting of Jirí Belohlávec.

Classical Music in the Movies. OK, let’s see if anyone is reading this thing. Classical music was a natural for the early talkies: It was cheap (no copyright problems), and it was handy seed inspiration for a composer on deadline. My first strains of Liszt, Schumann, Schubert, Wagner, and Tchaikovsky were courtesy of the movies—in particular, Universal’s sublimely silly horror films, which I loved and still do to my wife PK’s bewilderment (“a guy thing”; “arrested development,” she says). The title music for Dracula, Frankenstein, Murders in the Rue Morgue, and The Mummy—all made in the early ’30s—is Tchaikovsky’s sinister Black Swan theme from Swan Lake. A veritable treasure trove of this sort of thing is the 1934 Karloff-Lugosi thriller, The Black Cat. Its soundtrack is all classical, and I identified ten pieces when I watched it recently (on an inexpensive, decently transferred Universal DVD called The Bela Lugosi Collection). How many classical pieces can you identify? See what you can find, and we’ll compare notes.

Whatever Happened to Ben Zander? He has made several recordings for Telarc in recent years, most notably of Mahler symphonies—Nos. 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 9. But after the Mahler First in 2005, not a peep. One hopes the Seventh will show up one of these days, but like many aborted Mahler cycles, we may never get the expensive Second and Eighth, or Das Lied von de Erde, for that matter. Too bad. Zander’s Eighth at Carnegie several years ago—with his Boston Philharmonic, a group of professional and amateur players—was the best I’ve ever heard live. Now, after nearly four years, he has turned to Bruckner—the Fifth Symphony (Telarc 2CD-80706). That this distinguished recording can even be mentioned in the company of Furtwängler’s extraordinary 1942 live performance (DG or Music & Arts)—possibly the greatest performance of any piece of music, ever—or Karajan’s immensely powerful DG recording, speaks highly for Zander’s accomplishment. As with his previous Telarc releases (all with London’s Philharmonia Orchestra), a second CD contains the conductor’s truly insightful comments into the music. I recommend them all.

A Reluctant Blogger Joins the Fray

February 24th, 2009

My publisher made me do this.

I’ve always been leery of blogs, from the disgusting sound of the word to the colossal self-importance of the act. Still, I admit to a good read and insight courtesy of bloggers Alex Ross and Alan Rich, and I’m sure I’d find others out there if I took the time. I am told I needed a title. Among friends’ suggestions are “Musical Rants and Raves,” “Bloviation on a Theme by Sedgwick,” “Symphony in E Flatulence,” “Why I Left Muncie,” “High Forehead, Low Brow.” No—too many notes, Mozart. The publisher wants my name in the title, but I can’t hack that. (I’m still working on it.) My only diary experience lasted a few months after I arrived in New York City. Come my first real job, as a press department gofer at The Repertory Theater of Lincoln Center, I no longer had time for such things. Samuel Pepys I am not.

I knew since at least the eighth grade that I would make my life in New York. I wanted to be a movie critic. My father was born in New York, but after the war my mother wanted to raise her family in her home town in Indiana. We vacationed in the Mohawk Valley each summer, so the move after college was as normal as blueberry pie—or Carnegie Deli strawberry cheesecake. I can’t imagine living anywhere else. For 40 years I have had the inestimable opportunity to savor all the arts in what I consider the center of the world. Perhaps my enthusiasm for my adopted city’s offerings will ring some others’ chimes.

Two young conductors. I got here in time for Leonard Bernstein’s final season as Philharmonic music director, 1968-69. His concerts and recordings have colored my tastes more than that of any other musician—no surprise, my being a child of his Young People’s Concerts. Nearly 20 years after his death, I walk out after many concerts wondering what Bernstein would have done. Obviously, I’m not alone. The night before going on vacation three weeks ago (1/14), I heard young Venezuelan hotshot (and Bernstein aficionado) Gustavo Dudamel conduct the Mahler Fifth at the Philharmonic. It was a young man’s performance, all drama and climaxes and exciting as all get out, and not even St. Martin’s balmy rays could expunge the memory of that Fifth. He may well be Bernstein reincarnated: all over the podium, barely containing his excitement, and sharing an instinctive sense of rubato that seems to have escaped most conductors and soloists of the last half-century. The orchestra played as if possessed, and then the damnedest thing happened: He comes out for bows, the audience goes wild, and the players sit there stone-faced like Eurydice. Eventually some of them can’t help breaking rank, smiling and tapping their bows. Why? I didn’t see him, but I’ll bet my blog that the New Yorkers’ new music director, Alan Gilbert, was in the house, and the New York Philharmonic wasn’t about to display any favoritism for the Los Angeles Philharmonic’s new music director. (Both conductors take over their new orchestras in September.) Gilbert had just introduced his new season programming three days before on the Fisher Hall stage. He’s a child of the Philharmonic. His parents were violinists in the orchestra (his father is retired), and young Alan heard Bernstein lead the Phil often. He’s a much different animal than Dudamel—earnest, laid back, perhaps even a little embarrassed at being in the limelight—and the contrast will provide press fodder on both coasts. He’ll be a breath of fresh air after Lorin Maazel’s unadventurous programming . . . if he’s allowed. He wants to encourage young contemporary composers at the Phil, and there are two concerts of world premieres scheduled—safely performed at small venues so that the usual audience suspects won’t look so lonely in Fisher. The other season treat is a three-week Stravinsky festival conducted by Valery Gergiev. I can’t wait! But, and it’s a big but, most of the subscription programs are awfully careful.

Artists of the Year. Last week (2/5) I took Charles Rosen (MA’s 2008 Instrumentalist of the Year) to Zankel Hall to hear Pierre-Laurent Aimard (MA’s 2007 Instrumentalist) juxtapose excerpts of Bach’s “Art of Fugue” with piano works by Elliott Carter (MA’s 1993 Composer). It’s hard to avoid “our” artists these days! February is quite the month for this. Like Aimard, Charles recorded the “Art of Fugue” and most of Carter’s piano music—in fact, he was one of the pianists who commissioned Carter’s “Night Fantasies”—and it was a treat to hear his comments on the works and watch his fingers mime certain passages. On Monday (2/2) at Carnegie I heard an extraordinary recital by Christian Tetzlaff (MA’s 2005 Instrumentalist) and Leif Ove Andsnes—edge-of-seat performances of Brahms’s Third Violin/Piano Sonata and Schubert’s “Rondo brilliant” and hardly less impressive ones of Janácek and Mozart sonatas. Although I already had planned to attend, I was cued by Alan Rich’s blog (soi’veheard.com) in his review of their LA performance of the same program the previous week: “This was a great evening: violin and piano without flash or schmaltz. . . .”

The Cleveland Orchestra played three concerts at Carnegie last week under Franz Welser-Möst (MA’s Conductor, 2003). I have never heard this most European of American orchestras sound so sumptuous! For months I had looked forward to hearing Ligeti’s “Atmosphères” live (2/4) at last—remember its use in Kubrick’s “2001”?—and it didn’t disappoint. The Carnegie Hall audience was absolutely quiet as W-M beat several “silent” bars at the end, as Ligeti requests; thank goodness he didn’t try that with a Philharmonic audience. Wagner’s “Wesendonck” Lieder featured ravishing pianissimos from soprano Measha Brueggergosman and a perfectly judged accompaniment. And what Strauss’s Technicolor “Alpine Symphony” lacked in drama, it thrilled in sheer tonal beauty. I see that Peter Davis (MA.com, 2/6) found the Ligeti a “quaint period piece,” and the soloist in the Wagner “underpowered and lacking firm support” as well as “overly fussy” interpretively. The Strauss “lacked panache and seemed excessively rushed,” he felt. I skipped the second concert, with Shostakovich’s “Leningrad” Symphony. I don’t understand why conductors prefer this melodically barren tub-thumper to the far superior Fourth, Sixth, or Eighth. I had greatly anticipated Janácek’s glorious Glagolithic Mass on the third concert (2/7), but after a rather unsettled Mozart 25th and beautifully performed Debussy Nocturnes, W-M chose to play a recent version by Janácek scholar Paul Wingfield “that seeks to restore the composer’s original vision.” Seems that “numerous compromises . . . had been made to accommodate practical needs in the first performance. . . .” Well, maybe so, but on first hearing I found the changes highly disconcerting and deeply disappointing, despite fine playing, solo singing, and superbly solid work from the Cleveland Orchestra Chorus. I was astonished to see no mention whatsoever of the different version in Jim Oestreich’s otherwise perspicacious review in the Times.

Political hypocrisy. Once again the Loyal Opposition is contesting money to the National Endowment for the Arts. Why can’t they accept that the arts generate billions annually, employ millions of Americans, and most importantly, teach kids that everyone has unique talents to offer the world? But no, they’re still equating all the arts with Andres Serrano’s supposedly blasphemous “Piss Christ” and the homoerotic Mapplethorpe photos that were so controversial two decades ago. And now, believe it or not, after eight years of kneejerk voting of billions for a questionable war that may eventually bankrupt the American economy, they’re feigning concern about the monetary legacy we’re leaving our grandchildren. They say the arts aren’t an immediate concern. Like education? The mind boggles.

China singing a new tune?

December 1st, 2008

by Ken Smith

Making the rounds among China music-watchers the past couple of weeks has been a report that, following the fuss over lip-synching at the Beijing Olympics, the Ministry of Culture may be clamping down on professional performers “faking it.” First reported in the Guardian, then picked up in numerous news sites and chatrooms, the Ministry will start pulling performing licenses of any professional singer or musician caught miming more than once in a two-year period.

Does anyone really believe this will happen? The article cites the Shanghai Noon News’s claim that less than 20 percent of performers in China actually sing their shows live. There’s a reason for this. China’s regulations may be cruel, silly and short-sighted, but they are rarely arbitrary. Pop music is often mimed for the same reason that television never goes live. The last thing the government really wants, or will even tolerate, is spontaneity. For anyone who gives this report a shred of credibility, I have only one word: Bjork.

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Thanksgiving Day saw a performance of the Verdi Requiem by the China Philharmonic Orchestra at Beijing’s Forbidden City Concert Hall commemorating the Karajan Centenary. Ordinarily, that would hardly be worth more than a news brief, except that this particular performance was one that, according to a Telegraph article (carried by MusicalAmerica.com), was under threat due to a supposed “ban on Western religious music.”

The original article, which immediately fueled conspiracy theories both in Europe and China, is a masterpiece of bad reporting – a loosely strung series of half-facts with no apparent context. Particularly irritating is the fact that the Chinese sources are anonymous and untraceable. Each point, too, is clearly refutable to anyone with a passing knowledge of the Beijing Music Festival, one of the supposed victims of the ban. Admittedly, last Thursday’s Requiem was originally supposed to be part of the Festival, but this was more a matter of the China Phil not having its act together than a censorship decree. (Nor was Handel’s Messiah “banned” from the public – it was intended from the beginning to play at Beijing’s Wangfujing Church, which with its limited seating capacity of 400 never sells tickets to the public anyway.)

Even the very timing of the story was suspicious, coming out as it did on China’s October 1 national holiday and opening night of the Beijing Festival, ensuring that no one would be able to refute the article for several days. It makes me wonder what disgruntled musician or manager placed that story, and why.

A few weeks ago in Shanghai, a Chinese reporter asked me in hushed tones if I thought there was any truth to China’s alleged sacred music ban. “You tell me,” I said. “Better yet, tell me if any reputable source anywhere in the world follows this up with even a hint of substance.” So far, I have yet to hear a word.


One At A Time…

November 28th, 2008

 


In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I would like to express my gratitude to Publisher Stephanie Challener for her invitation to write this blog on the Musical America website, to the News Editor of MusicalAmerica.com, Susan Elliott, for her encouragement, and to the NEA Institute on Classical Music & Opera at the Journalism School at Columbia University where this piece was created and reviewed by the outstanding faculty and my inspiring fellow arts writers from across the country.  Janice L. Mayer

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A friend told me a story of a father and son strolling on a beach littered by starfish that had been washed up onto the shore. The boy asked his father what would happen to the starfish if they stayed stranded on the sand. The father gently explained that they would die and that this was the natural rhythm of life.  The boy immediately picked up a starfish and threw it back into the ocean. And then he did the same for the next nearest starfish, and the next nearest after that; continuing until he had tossed almost all of the starfish in his vicinity back into the water.  The father admonished the boy that he could not possibly save all of the starfish on the beach.  The boy tossed one more starfish back into the sea, turned to his father and said simply, “maybe not, but it saved that one.”[1]

In June 2008 at the National Performing Arts Convention in Denver, Colorado, a series of cross-discipline, facilitated roundtable discussions were convened. The overall goal at the end of the week’s caucuses was to distill a national pan of action that could be enacted by the performing arts field as a whole and achieve measurable results in the next four years.

With the Democratic National Convention planned for the same facility later in the summer, our arts delegates were optimistic that change in our national arts course might be possible and a “Yes We Can” resolve was palpable. But where to start?

What we soon realized is that “a journey of a thousand miles starts with one step,” to quote the Chinese Taoist Philosopher Lao Tzu. And that first step for me in realizing a part that I could play happened at my roundtable discussion at ‘Table 23′ on the second caucus day. I was fortunate to be seated with a dancer named Janet Andrews who is the executive Director of the New Orleans Dance Collective in Louisiana.  Janet shared her story with our group and moved us to tears.  She told us that growing up in the recently desegregated south, there were built-in inequities that she could not understand and overcome. As a child she would go into a dance studio every day to release the growing anger with her. The dance studio became a place where she could excel based on her talent. Only there, did she feel free from the societal constrictions that surrounded her as she went through her daily life. When Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans, Janet “lost everything”: family members, her home and her dance studio.  She somehow had to find a way to go on. She then realized that her feelings represented a microcosm of the aching hurt in her community. Demolition and then construction began slowly in New Orleans, but Janet Andrews realized that “we needed to focus on rebuilding the people, not only the city.”  She reached out to the youth in her community and through dance gave them a medium to express their frustrations.  Adequate rehearsal and studio space to teach dance in New Orleans was nonexistent at that time.  Three years after the hurricane the lack of adequate facilities remains a challenge. Not to be deterred, Janet continues to teach dance to young people through the New Orleans Dance Collective- literally on the blacktop of the streets.  She says that this community outreach through the art form that she loves “feeds the server as well as the youth taking the classes.”

Anthony Freud, the General Director of the Houston Grand Opera was also seated at our discussion table. Houston, as you may recall, provided asylum for many fleeing from the devastation along the Gulf Coast post-Katrina.  He summarized that as arts professionals, “we need to own the power that we have to transform our communities.”  Anthony Freud’s HGO is attempting to do just this by creating a meaningful outreach organization newly-coined HGOco, “where co stands for company, community, collaboration and most of all connection.” Anthony is making his conviction a core value of his company, as he explained us in Denver.

In June, Janet Andrews said simply and powerfully that “dance helped me become the person I am today.” I believe that there are countless stories like Janet’s and I hope to be able to collect these personal experiences and stitch them into a quilt of real-time, real-life storytelling.  After all, the arts nurture people all over the world every day, one at a time.

As a reader interested in the arts, I encourage you to write back and share your story of your connection to the arts. Advocacy starts on the local level. I look forward to your thoughts and comments right here and now.


This story has be retold in many formats, but seems to trace its roots back to a story “One at a Time” which appeared in a collection titled “Chicken Soup for the Soul” edited by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen. Published by Health Communications, Inc., 2001.