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Robert Ashley
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PART I
When I started writing this lecture I had the idea that I would
interrupt it now and then for a musical example. That was a bad
idea, as we all know. I don't know what made me forget. Talk and
music don't mix. Different parts of the brain or something.
Except in two very special conditions, which we all have
experienced, the attention to the details of the voice ---
whether or not anything interesting is being said --- makes us
impatient with the music, which is the last thing the lecture
needs. The two conditions (just to remind you of what I mean)
are: first, the very casual NPR-type introduction to a long
piece of music, which sort of eases you into the Vivaldi or
whatever; and second, the full-speed ahead DJ on format-pop
radio, who tries not to say anything except the ID, the time and
the advertisement.
I can't do either of those, because the talk is too long and the
examples are too short. When I rehearsed this with the examples
for the first time, I could hardly bear the examples, which are
actually very short and which I love as music. I was shocked.
Then I came to my senses.
So first I will talk, for about two hours, and then I will play
about 30 minutes of nine examples, with reference to what they
were supposed to illustrate in the lecture and with
discographical information, in case you should want to pursue
them in full.
Most of the lecture is academic, in the real --- not bad, I hope
--- sense of the term. That is, these ideas have been said many
times already by people more qualified than I. But, obviously,
they are only academic if you have already heard them. For some
people some of the ideas will be new. So I will say them anyway,
just in case.
Most the lecture will be about the present, and how we got to it
from the past. I think that if we could understand the present,
the future would be obvious.
The future of music is too big for me to deal with. Only a few
decades ago I thought I knew, or knew of, most of the composers
in Europe and America. That is, I knew something of their music,
I knew what ideas were being attempted.
Today, of course, that is out of the question. The world of
music has come to include more and more of the composers in the
larger world. They live in places I have never been and will
never be. I have no idea what is going on. I don't have a world-
view, and it would be impossible for me to have a world view
unless I devoted every waking minute to listening to every
recording I could get my hands on (or, on a more practical
level, every recording that I have now and that I have not
listened to). And probably even then I wouldn't have a world-
view. The world is too big for me.
It can be bought and sold. Every musician, now, wants his or her
music to be a valuable commodity, so that the musician can make
some amount of money to, as we say, live on. We have no choice.
I can't see that anything will change in the next few years.
Then I will not be around. And so, as far as I am concerned,
there is not much of a future, if we are talking about change or
no change. I think I have worked this out, finally, for myself.
If I'm not there, there is nothing. I realize that this position
or attitude of mine represents one side of an enormous
philosophical problem, which I am unqualified to speak about,
but I have come down on the side of "If I'm not there, there is
nothing," because it speaks to my beliefs about my activities in
music for the past fifty years. I became a musician as an
alternative to scientist, civil servant, businessman, criminal
--- my qualifications for all of which I can document ---
because I wanted to make music, because music meant, when I was
a child, an irrational sensual pleasure that I could not resist
and, later, when I got into music as an adult, an irrational
pleasure in making music with other musicians. No one who is not
a musician can understand this pleasure.
I can say with honesty that, when I started, I did not intend to
be a composer. When I first realized I wanted to be a musician,
I did not know what a composer was. I'm not sure now that the
term was in my vocabulary. Maybe it's no different for lots of
you. Music is a present-tense activity that has an irresistible
attraction, like, say, sex. Certain people are drawn to it.
There must have been a time when music was not a commodity. Or
there might be a place even now where music is not a commodity.
I can't imagine what that idea about music could be. Maybe a
kind of "dharmic" --- if you will pardon the expression ---
assignment. My father was a musician and so I am a musician. I
am provided for. I don't know how the world began or how it will
end, but I am a musician and I am provided for.
Who would have imagined that the humble hamburger, which was
brought into commercial existence only a mere fifty years ago,
would destroy the resources of the Great Plains of the United
States, which some nutritionists only thirty years ago said
could grow enough food of the right sort to feed the whole
planet. (Francis Moore Lappé, in her book, "Diet for a Small
Planet," maintained that the buffalo, which had adapted to the
indigenous grasses of the Great Plains, could provide more meat
over an indefinite period of time than could cattle even in the
present. But the buffalo-burger is apparently out of the
question.) The hamburger needed cattle. The cattle needed corn
(in the final force-feeding stage), because the indigenous
grasses of the Great Plains did not produce cattle with enough
meat fat to make a good hamburger. (And it did not produce
enough cattle.) The corn needed water. And so the wells got
deeper and deeper. And now, according to Ian Frazier, author of
a presumably well-researched book, "The Great Plains" (Ferrar,
Strauss, Giroux, 1990), the enormous aquifer that lies beneath
the Great Plains from northern Texas up into Canada and from the
Mississippi to the Rockies is only one-fifth full and will take
a long time to fill up again, even if we stop eating hamburgers
tomorrow. So the hamburger has moved on, in its powerful drive
to exist as a commodity, to the rain forests of the Amazon,
which are being cut down to make a place for cattle and corn in
the presence of new water.
There is some question about whether cutting down the rain
forests, apart from ethical considerations, is going to help us
in our immediate goal of continuing to exist and to enjoy music.
And so, as of now, the hamburger as a commodity, is almost as
dangerous as the possibility of a nuclear accident. Not on the
same time scale, of course. But if there is no nuclear accident
in the next fifty years, hamburgers will probably do it for us.
Who would have imagined that the internal combustion engine and
its toy, the automobile, a way to go from one place to another
faster than one could walk, would distort the economies of half
the world and apparently destroy the protective layer of the
planet.
The problem --- for the commodity producer: of there being only
one music; the situation where everybody in the world, listening
to the radio or watching television or whatever, is listening to
the same recording of the same piece of music at the same time;
the ultimate goal of the commodity producer --- is not that this
is necessarily bad --- who is to judge what that would mean? ---
but (the problem is) that we are not capable as human beings at
this time of being of one mind. There are too many distractions
--- from our memories, our imaginations and our immediate
physical desires and needs --- for us to be of one mind. We are
divided among ourselves and within ourselves, and that division
produces distractions that impede the dominance of the
commodity. In fact, the commodity impedes itself.
I am too old and tired to attack the way things are. The
Metropolitan Opera can keep on playing Italian opera until, when
they are hit by a car, they bleed spaghetti sauce. Orchestras in
strange places where the palaces are the triangular Hyatt Hotel
with external elevators can keep on playing Beethoven until they
go broke. That's okay with me.
PART II
But going backward in time has the advantage that the disorder
of everyday life is removed. And so going backward is the
ballgame. While the "stories" of the past, as in history and
anecdote, are simpler than the past was, we still have to keep
rehearsing them (the stories) to make them simpler and simpler.
But with music this effort of simplifying is not required. Music
simplifies the past for us. That we were not there, in place,
when the music was invented doesn't matter. The place and the
beautiful, unreal order surrounding the place comes with the
music.
Let us, for the sake of argument, set the beginning of European
modern music with Beethoven. That would make it two-hundred
years old. By modern I mean that Beethoven, sensing the power of
music in his time, thought that he could change things through
his music. He thought that by influencing the attitudes of the
ruling classes, who controlled the machinery of everyday life,
he could alleviate the suffering of everyday life in some degree
in everybody. Whether he thought that listening to his music
could for a moment alleviate the actual suffering of everyday
life in some degree in some listeners I don't know. Probably.
But I don't know.
It must have grown with the growing power of music for two-
hundred years, because by the time I got in touch, around, say,
1950, it was very strong. It was still strong after the war ---
which was in some ways a "musical" war: that is, (1) the bad
guys apparently liked some kinds of music and didn't like other
kinds of music and they enforced their beliefs; (2) I think it
is fair to guess that our leaders couldn't have cared less; and
(3) note that after the war, when we "re-built" European
culture, at our tax-payers' expense, we re-built what was there
before the war. After the war the idea that music was embedded
in the politics of change continued unquestioned, especially in
Europe, where every composer was a politician. And it was true
in America, where every composer was disenfranchised, but still
believed. I believed. Every one of my friends believed.
The most serious criticism one can make of my music (or the
music of Roger Reynolds), which criticism I hear in various
forms more and more is: what you are doing is not going to
change anything; this piece is "self-indulgent," the term
meaning it doesn't mean anything politically. The critic, in my
imagination a younger composer, maybe doesn't know where the
root of this complaint lies, but it is on his or her lips,
because the idea that music can change things is still in force.
But unacknowledged. Muted.
The problem for the three of us, Reynolds, you and me --- and
for all of our contemporaries --- is that we are in nostalgia
for the time, only four decades ago, when music had a political
meaning. I can remember the time (wow, nostalgia) when almost
every piece was more or less earth-shaking. Now, I must admit
--- this is like some kind of medical confession --- that few
pieces seem earth-shaking to me. They sound like strange sounds
never to be heard again. They sound isolated. Not as manic and
monomaniacal as early Stockhausen and Boulez. (These are
political, not musical, evaluations.) Not as politically
confrontational as Cage. Not as eerily unlikely as Feldman or
Nono. Just pieces of strange, isolated ideas. That I may never
hear again. And I don't mean just among the young composers. I
mean everybody.
There was a brief few decades, early in the century, when the
better-off went to Europe (Germany, in particular) to catch up
with non-dance music. Charles Ives didn't go. But everybody else
went. They brought back imitation German music. It was good in
Germany, but here it was imitation.
A long way from Morton Feldman. And I didn't even know Morton
Feldman existed.
Then there was a period, very brief, no more than two decades,
when the "motor rhythms" went away. I think they were replaced
in the music schools by something else, but I'm not sure what
that was. Whatever it was, it wasn't very important, because it
couldn't hold up to the changes happening in Europe and America.
The European composers became irrational (and contagious) with
Serialism. A lot of American composers got into --- if you will
pardon the expression --- "sound." (The pejorative term was
"drone.") Both sides were fascinated. What could be more
different and more beautiful: serialism and the drone?
Also, for some wonderful reason during the two decades of relief
from motor-rhythms, many composers got into using words. The
words were largely political, the Vietnam War and various other
complaints, but the important point is that music stopped being
resolutely "structural" and started being "narrative," as though
there was some kind of primitive "opera" being born in America.
(Note that at the same time the European composers were
advocating "burn down the opera houses.")
We went backwards.
Thirty years and I was back to where I came in: head nodding
while the string quartet played. I stopped composing for a
while. My dream had come to an end.
I don't see why free improvisation has to sound like jazz. There
are so many other things to be free of musically. But, I have
heard few concerts of free improvisation that reminded me of
anything except jazz, except from British musicians. Maybe only
the British, after 1970, survived free improvisation free of
jazz influences. Why? Because they had a rigid caste system, a
Royal Family that spoke German at home, and, thus, a sense of
humor. I have enjoyed British free improvisation, because it was
like Monty Python does modern music.
You will answer that composers "assimilated" rock and roll and
that that is what I am complaining about. But that's not right.
Composers did not assimilate rock and roll until it had lost its
power. Composers assimilated "motor-rhythms," the academic music
of the 1940's. And lost it.
One more time. We are in nostalgia for the moment, not long ago,
when a musical idea could have political consequences. I don't
mean elect a new president or change the rules about telling the
consumer about what's in the toothpaste, but political in the
sense that having heard the music the world is not the same for
you anymore.
There are exceptions. There are pieces that definitely are not
likely to be a commodity. I play them whenever I have the
feeling that I have lost the vision. I will play a few examples
later.
I will say it again. We are in nostalgia for the time when music
meant something. That is what I mean by nostalgia. We are
hobbled by our inability to change our habits about what music
might sound like and might accomplish, if it were changed, if it
could shock us into paying attention.
PART III
That is, if they are real words, with a real meaning in the real
world, like "hello," "love" and "goodbye," the words can be used
in opera.
Culling through all of the words to find real ones, I can't get
rid of all labels. For instance, "chair." But I get rid of as
many as I can. Otherwise, how can you tell a story?
What I remark about the book --- and this is not a criticism of
the music --- is how isolated each of the composers seems. In
their ideas. There is great regard for improvisation; the notion
occurs in many of the essays. Maybe I can learn something. But
even though I know these musicians play together in various
combinations --- because I have seen and heard it --- I would
not know from the book that any one of them knows any one of the
others. I think this is fair. Each of them is a private
universe. Encapsulated, as it were. Traveling throughout the
world to world-wide fan clubs, but quarantined from the world.
It seems almost worse than when I was a kid. I think it is not
their fault. I think they are trapped in the bubble of
politically meaningless music. Have mercy on their souls.
For the rest of this speech, with the exception of one remark, I
will speak about opera, which is something I know little about
and care a lot about. It certainly figures into the future for
me.
PART IV
Opera. What is it? And who cares? And who cares, because what is
it has not a chance in the world of being altered in my
lifetime.
If I made the opera for orchestra and voices --- ignoring for
the moment what the term "orchestra" might mean --- there would
be no orchestra to play it. Every opera company would refuse. Or
imagine some opera impresario in a moment of absolute madness
deciding yes we will do this, the orchestra could not play the
work on six hours of rehearsal. Imagine that I asked for and got
one-hundred hours of rehearsal with the voices to teach the old
dogs new tricks, what would benefit the singers from those new
tricks in the larger world of tomato sauce.
And because I was just beginning and didn't know exactly what I
was doing, there was no possibility that I could "teach" them
these techniques. And so I just made operas that were
extraordinarily "spoken." But not "merely" spoken. There were
rules, as in music. Surprisingly, I did come up with
compositional techniques that did not use bar-lines, harmonic
architecture or even harmony as such, but that allowed the
speech to be in the right place at the right time. And I didn't
even know what I was doing. None of those works was recorded
(because there was no multi-track recording in those days). For
me those works were the big ones that got away. I would give
almost anything, if you know what I mean. I was very happy. I
think nobody, except me and the ONCE Group, thought that we were
making music. But I didn't care, because I thought I would live
forever and that eventually, sooner than later, something would
come along in the way of support.
If.
The simple fact is that American English does not fit European,
traditional, operatic models of melody and rhythm. American
English is distinguished by an infinitely subtle variety of
melodic and rhythmic stresses on its consonants: fricatives,
sibilants, plosives, etcetera. The vowels in American English
cannot bear the weight of the kind of melodic stresses ---
durations and embellishments --- that are used in, say, Italian
opera. It makes them sound stupid. I didn't make it happen, but
it's true.
You can use your car in at least three, different ways: (1) to
go to the grocery store; (2) to go sight-seeing on a Sunday
afternoon; (3) for the sake of "driving."
I am short of time.
ONE
Steve Peters: "in memory of the four winds" (excerpt)
CD Title: "in memory of the four winds"
Label: pianissimo ppp 01 c/o nonsequitur
P.O. Box 344, Albuquerque, NM 87103 / nonseq@flash.net
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TWO
Tom Hamilton and Peter Zummo:
"Loudspeaker than Words" (complete)
CD Title: Slybersonic Tromosome
Label: Penumbra Music
P.O. Box 282, Grafton, WI 53024 /
http://www.execpc.com/~penumbra?
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THREE
David Behrman: "Canons (1959)" (complete)
CD Title: David Behrman / Wave Train
Label: alga marghen / plana-B 5NMN.020
Fax: Italy-01-70-300-689/attn:CarCano/Dept T1
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FOUR
Sam Ashley: "Ear of the Beholder, Eye of the Storm,
Benefit of the Doubt"
(for Thomas Buckner) (excerpt)
copyright controlled by Sam Ashley
sam-ashley@hotmail.com
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FIVE
Walter Marchetti: "Natura Morta" (excerpt)
CD Title: Natura Morta
Label: Cramps CRSCD 031
Artis Records, Via False 33, 36050 Monteviale,
Vicenza, Italy
Fax: (0444) 552688
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SIX
Yasunao Tone: "Jiao Liao Fruits" (excerpt)
CD Title: Musica Iconologos
Label: Lovely Music LCD 3041
info@lovely.com
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SEVEN
Dolly Parton: "I Am Ready" (excerpt)
CD Title: The Grass is Blue
Label: Sugar Hill SUG-CD-3900
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EIGHT
Robert Ashley and Jacqueline Humbert: "Au Pair" (excerpt)
copyright by Robert Ashley and Jacqueline Humbert
info@lovely.com
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NINE
Annea Lockwood: "Feldspar Brook, Mt. Marcy" (excerpt)
CD Title: A Sound Map of the Hudson River
Label: Lovely Music LCD 2081
info@lovely.com
I intended to end the talk with this excerpt. The sound map
changes continuously in time, because the river does. And it
changes in place over hundreds of miles from the source of the
Hudson River at Mt. Marcy to the Atlantic Ocean at Staten
Island.
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