schedule








Semester Course ID Sec Title Credit Days Start End Location Grade
Fall 03
  MUSC222 01 Computers in Music 1 ..T.R.. 01:10PM 02:30PM RHH003 A-F
          ..T.R.. 12:10PM 01:10PM RHH003 A-F
  MUSC452 01 Javanese Gamelan–Advanced 1 .M..R.. 08:00PM 10:00PM WMH A-F
  MUSC500 01 Graduate Pedagogy .5 Every Other Tuesday 5:00pm 7:00 pm MST 301 CR/U
  MUSC508 01 Grad Seminar In Composition 1 .M….. 09:00AM 12:00PM MST301 A-F
  MUSC510 01 World Music Studies 1 …W… 09:00AM 12:00PM MST301 A-F
  MUSC530 01 Colloquium .25 …W… 04:15PM 05:45PM RHH003 CR/U

Plus I TA from noon – 2:30 on tuesday and thursdays and by appointment.

My Copious Free Time

I’m ashamed to admit that I don’t know what “copious” means. I just know this phrase means that one is unlikely to get to whatever project is being proposed. “I’ll get to that in my copious free time.” Is it ironic? I’m so ignorant.
You may be wondering what I do with myself when I’m not reading hundreds of pages about composers, writing homework assignments in Super Collider, and sitting in 27.5 hours of lecture and 3 hours of Gamelan playing per week. Well, sometimes I walk Xena. sometimes I got the store to buy produce (alas the produce store is closed on mondays). sometimes I sleep.
I went to a party at Sumarsam’s house yesterday. He’s the professor in charge of the Gamelan. He’s also director of the grad program. He had a party for faculty, grads and gamelan players yesterday. Only a few grads came because it was not well publicized before thursday night. there are not classes on friday, so many folks go to a nearby big city for the threeday weekend and thus didn’t hear about it until it was too late. Anyway, it was groovy. there was a lot of food, all of which was really, really good. Alvin Lucier came (THE Alvin Lucier) and I heard a student comment “this is the first time that I’ve seen Alvin at a party.” I haven’t really talked to Alvin since arriving, since I didn’t think he remembered meeting me from before and he’s kind of intimidating. Well, he’s not intimidating but the famous composer thing is intimidating. Anyway, he sat down next to me and said he was “mixing” at the party and asked who I was. when I told him that I met him in the spring, he remembered that, which is good, as I was initally alarmed thinking that perhaps I had been entirely forgettable. Anyway, he asked what I was writing and I explained that I was in three seminar classes and he said that I shouldn’t spend all my time on papers or I would give composers a bad name, since we’re supossed to be lazy. He told me to bring by my latests composition project on wednesday.
So right now, I’m writing a paper about RCS (see previous post) due wednesday morning. I’m preparing a lesson plan for teaching analog synthesis to grad students and undergrads (this is a half hypothetical pedagogy exercise. I actually will be presenting synthesis to undergrads) due tuesday night. God knows what due for for the Supercollider class on tuesday. Periodically I email code to Ron (the teacher. My advisor.) that is somehow related to what we did in class, but often only barely. The class is covering SuperCollider 2.x. the latest version is 3.0bx, out for OSX instead of OS9. [You can skip the geeky stuff] My OS9 system is pretty much ded, and I like being cutting edge, so because I want the class to be useful six months from now and when I go home, i keep trying to do stuff with SC3. The main difference between 2 and 3 is kind of an obscure thing (OSC is some UCB thing that’s very popular these days and is important in SC3 and absent in SC2, so there’s a semi-major redesign), which causes many of the methods of creating a “synth” and getting it to play to be completely different. As you can imagine, getting something to play in a computer music is pretty important. the help files in SC3 contain broken code. After all, it’s only beta. Christi thinks I’m being stupid (that’s not her exact words) and I should just do what the rest of the class is doing. she has a point. OTOH, why am I taking a class to learn something that I can’t use? It’s not like I need more experience taking CS classes. Especially one taught by a music professor. Ye gods.
anyway, ron seems happy about what I’m up to. Right this very second, I’m compiling the latests CVS version of SuperCollider 3 on the computer in the recording studio. I have root passwords to all department lab machines. Go me

Perfect Lives

the geeky portion is over. skip down to here

Blue Gene Tyranny is coming here on wednesday. It has something to do with the Bechstein piano in Russel house, I think. This school is swimming in pianos. From where I’m sitting I can see four of them (and three harpsichords) in just two classrooms. But some alum decided the school needed another one and so donated a turn of the century german baby grand made by Bechstein. It has been lovingly restored and put in Russel House, an admin building. They shoudl ahve stuck it India House. India House only has an upright and something traumatic happened to it and so it sounds like it’s been possed by demons. Deborah tried tuning it, but suceeded only in lowering some of the tuning and making it sound more weird. Anyway, there’s a new (old) Bechstein and the piano-type people (which seem to be lurking around in disturbing numbers) and very excited. A concert series is going on. Angela and I went on saturday to see Neely Bruce play Debussy and Chopin on the piano. It was a house concert and we showed up when it was supossed to start and ended up sitting three rooms away from the piano, althought I was line-of-sight to the keyboard. Loud motorcycles periodically went roaring past on the main drag, and the School is conviently located right in the middle of all the emergency services, so some sirens went by, and it’s next to the Italian Catholic Church, so some bells rung. It reminded my of John Cage’s story in Interdeterminancy about Christain Wolff playing the piano. Wolff was playing next to an open window and outside noises were sometimes drowning him out. someone asked him to repeat playing the piece with the window shut. He said that he would, but the sounds coming in through the window had in no way interrrupted or interfered with the music.
I dunno what Chopin or Debussy would have thought about mid 20th century experimentalist ideas, but I was ok with it. Actually, the bells provided some unexpected nice sonorities.
Anyway, Blue Gene Tyranny is coming, so I checked Perfect Lives out of the library. This is Robert Ashley’s opera for television. BGT is in it as Buddy, the World’s Greatest Piano Player. He improved all his parts and was (i think) a mjor collaborator in the compositional process. It’s organized in seven half hour long segments. It’s “some songs about the Corn Belt and the people living in it. Or on it.” It aired on BBC 4 about 20 years ago. Despite it’s intensely American theme and that the visual FX were very similar to what would have been in a music video of that era, and thus it’s relative accessibility, it was too weird for even PBS, I guess. Anyway, Angela and I watched all of it. Deborah watched a section or two and was disturbed about the oddness of it and went to do other work, so maybe PBS was right. Actually, I’m copletely ignorant of it’s broadcat history outside of it’s BBC premiere, maybe PBS aired it. I dunno.
One of the main charecters in it, who is going to Indiana to get married is a vegetarian theosophist. Ruth Crawford Seeger was a theosophist, something I’d never even heard of before wednesday. It’s weird how things intersect like that. Dane Rudhyar and a bunch of midwestern composers in the 1920’s were also into theosophy. It got it’s start in the US at the Chicago world’s Faire in the 1890’s. I’m sure that it’s inclusion in an opera about the Corn Belt is no coincidence. (there is no coincidence.) (I’m surprised to see it classified under “occult” in dmoz. It ought to be moved. And someone ought to add @links to the theosophist composers. ok, i just emailed the editor.)

writing music

I’m writing a piece for hammer duclimer, for Deborah. It’s going to be based on the fibbonacci series. One part will be 8 – 5 – 3- 2 – 1 and the other will be 2 – 3 – 5 – 8- 5. I’m using half rests as seperators. So for 8, there will be 8 beats of information (including quarter rests) and then two beats of rest. for five, there will be five beats of information and two beats of rest. For three, there will be three beats of information and two beats of rest. I say “information” because I haven’t yet decided whether I will use solresol for musical material or a pentatonic mode (don’t worry, i don’t know what a pentatonic mode is either.) If I use solresol, I only have acess to words that are four notes long, so I will have to use rests between words, and the rests are needed to keep the words seperated, so they count as information. So one part has 29 beats and the other has 33 beats. So, if the go ostinato (that means repeating over and over again), there will be 957 beats until they line back up. If it goes at one beat per second, that’s a very repetitve 16 minute piece. I just have to get some of that down by Wednesday

That is all

I have now squandered my class time. I could have returned my overdue Perfect Lives tapes to the library. I could have downloaded the solresol dictionary. I could have gone back to sleep. My alarm clock has tweaked out. It now rings within about 15 or 20 minutes (either direction) of when I set it. the alarm thignee is analog, so it wasn’t all the precise to start out with. It and my cell phone are in danger of being flung from open windows. If I went to bed earlier, it wouldn’t bother me to wake up half an hour earlier in the morning. yeah. zzzzzzzzz

I have no class

Neely Bruce’s wife’s aunt died and thus my class this morning was cancelled. (what did you think I meant?
I haven’t been posting much lately because I am busy busy busy. Also, since my DSL isn’t arriving for five more days (or thereabouts. i’m not sure. i think the phone that tiffany gave me might be broken. either that or i have no working phone jacks), i have to walk to the puter lab to blog and usually i won’t go to the lab unless i have a paper to write and i’m so studious that i never wait till the last second, trying futilely to print at 2:00 am. *cough*

Ruth Crawford Seeger was so queer

My paper this week will be about Ruth Crawford Seeger: groovy composer related to Pete Seeger, I think as a step mom. She was so so so queer. Of course, her biographer does convoluted summersaults trying to explain away how Crawford wrote in her diaries that she was burning with desire for Madam whats-her-name. It’s clearly a spiritual sort of desire. It means nothing that the thought of getting nookie with her boyfriend repulsed her (the only one by the time she’s 20-something) . The close friendship that she formed with a woman right after that, in which she nearly went for the neck and had to ponder “the lesbian question” afterwards in her diary, well, she didn’t go for the neck, so she must be STRAIGHT. Yes, she finally married her very critical and evil composition teacher, so she must be STRAIGHT. Bi people don’t exist and she’s not a lesbian because she married Charles Seeger (and stopped composing and got into his folk song trip instead) so she’s STRAIGHT. Pay no attention to the queerness behind the curtain.
If you have to ask “the lesbian question,” the answer is probably yes. You’re prolly queer. You’re a bidyke or you’re a homodyke. Don’t die wondering. Ect.

Silence is published by Wesleyan

>>>>As we head back to press for another printing of John Cage’s
>>>>SILENCE, we also might want to celebrate this book’s performance

>>>>on the Wesleyan list. Stats:
>>>>
>>>> *This is the 14th printing
>>>> *We’ve sold 40,366 copies, to date
>>>> *Net revenue generated amounts to $203,455.83 for this title alone

Grumpy paper

Celeste Hutchins

Proseminar

17 September 2003

 

Harrison writes in his Music Primer,

To Avoid the Monstrosities that might be done to your vocal works in
translations, make one version yourself directly in the international language
endorsed by UNESCO – Esperanto. This language is particularly musical anyway,
more so, I think, than the majority of ethnic tongues, which, like Topsy, “just
growed.” (p 22)

Harrison
is clearly very serious about Esperanto, even going as far as to teach it
through a gay organization in San Francisco and to write several E-o (E-o is
the “official” Esperanto abbreviation for “Esperanto”) manifestos. Amy Cook,
Lou‚’s sign language instructor, describes him as “passionate” about E-o. So
much so that in his primer, he goes so far as to list Dr. Zamenhof, inventor of
Esperanto in his list of the most influential figures of the nineteenth
century.

Morris,
Blake, Zamenhof, Whitman & maybe Dolmetsch – Darwin too & Thoreau;
those are the great geniuses of the west in the 19th century, the
ones still disturbing, awakening, arousing, fertilizing & revealing us. (p
41)

The E-o “movado” was equally taken by Harrison,
sending a delegation out to meet him in Tokyo, when he arrived for the 1961
East-West Music Encounter in Tokyo. (Miller p. 57) Similarly, the E-o community
at San Francisco State provided him with a premiere of his work, La Koro
Sutro
. Charles Amirkhanian, former
music director of KPFA (and current director of Other Minds), recalled the
concert in an email,

I do remember attending that concert and it was
packed. I think it was in Knuth Hall in the Music Dept. and they used Lou’s
first gamelan, the American gamelan built w/ Bill Colvig. We did find a tape in
the archives of Lou speaking about that time about that gamelan, made with
metal pipes used normally to route electrical lines. The conduit was ground
down by Bill using an oscilloscope to get exact tunings. Lou was wild with
enthusiasm about the sound and tuning and that Bill could pull off this
miracle.

About
the lectures, Amirkhanian said, “We do have a recording, I think, of the 1972
performance of La Koro Sutro. We don’t have the lectures. I guess there wasn’t
much hope of broadcasting an entire lecture in Esperanto.” Despite KPFA’s fears
of an insufficient audience, Miller reports that “329 participants from
twenty-eight countries” attended the lectures. (p 64) ELNA, the Esperanto
League for North America sells a CD of La Koro Sutro, via their E-o book catalog. They describe it saying,
“[T]his collection by the world famous Lou Harrison is . . . a masterpiece in
any language. An innovator of musical composition and performance who
transcends cultural boundaries, Harrison’s highly acclaimed work juxtaposes and
synthesizes musical dialects from virtually every corner of the world.” (http://esperanto-usa.hypermart.net/butiko/butiko.cgi)
He was awarded a lifetime honorary membership to ELNA and is well known
throughout “Esperantio.” Someone
on an E-o email list concerning music asked, “Cxu ekster Lou Harrison neniam
ekzistis emo, ‘serioze’ verki pri iaj esperantaj poemoj?” Do there exist,
outside of Lou Harrison, serious works with Esperanto poems? (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/per-esperanto-muziko/message/232)

         Despite
how seriously Lou took E-o and how seriously the movado takes him, Miller clearly does not take this
seriously. For instance, she describes the premiere of La Koro Sutro as taking place, “during a week-long seminar at San
Francisco state University.” (p 64) It is extremely likely that the “seminar”
was actually NASK, La Nord-Amerkio Sumera Kursaro, an annual E-o language summer school, which, “[p]rior
to 2002, . . . was hosted for 31 years at San Francisco State University.” (http://www.esperantic.org/educationalprojects.htm)
On the same page, she says that “this postconfrence” followed “the 1972 World
Esperanto Convention in Portland.” There does indeed exist an annual
international convention of E-o speakers. The correct name for this is the Universala
Kongreso
.

         She
similarly fails to accurately report names of E-o organizations when talking
about the 1961 Conference in Tokyo, saying, “Harrison wrote to the fine arts representative
of the International Esperanto Association in Tokyo.” (p 57) I would very much
like to read a copy of this letter, but I can find no mention of such an
organization via Google searches in English or E-o. There does exist a Universal Esperanto Association. There also exists a “passport
service,” which provides the kind of lodging and translation services that Lou
received from the representative of this mysterious organization. There also
exists a Japana Esperanto-Instituto,
which has existed continuously (except for 1944) since 1906. Many organizations
in Japan that want to reach an international audience use E-o, including some
scholarly journals. I have an impression of Japan as an extremely wired
country, so it seems like the “International Esperanto Association in Tokyo”
would be mentioned somewhere on-line.

         Lou
took sign language as seriously as he took E-o, yet it merits hardly a mention.
Amy Cook (who was my housemate for a few years) taught Lou sign language twice
a week, in 1.5 hour sessions from 1991 until 1996 or 1997. I talked to her by
phone after finishing Miller’s book. Amy was unhappy to learn that she was not
mentioned in the book, since she was very close to Harrison. During the time
she was my housemate, Lou called her and said that he and Bill Colvig wanted to
adopt her and told her she should find and fill out the appropriate paperwork. She
considered this offer, since her own parents are gone, but in the end, decided
against it. I remember this happening, star struck as I was, that Lou
Harrison
was calling her up on the
phone!

         During
all the time that she taught Harrison sign language, Cook reports that he never
once mentioned his deaf former roommate, who is mentioned twice in the
biography. Cook explained that Lou’s neighbor George, which whom Lou was very
close, had gone mostly deaf. Her classes initially included Bill, but her
dropped out very quickly. After that it was Lou, George and Marian, George’s
girlfriend. Harrison was the organizer of the class. He was enthusiastic and “unafraid”of trying new signs. He “would go to any deaf event he could go to.” Cook
recalled a flying with Harrison to Seattle to see a sign language play and was
struck by his generosity in paying her way. He combined some of his interests
in constructed languages by reading about gestuno, an international sign
language, similar in motivation to E-o.

            Cook
painted a less saintly image of Harrison than Miller. She said, “He had a lot
of things going on . . . internally‚” and said that, “he seemed complicated”
and to be ‚”going through complicated stuff.” She went so far as to call him “high
maintenance.” She attributed some of this to health problems, such as pain in a
nerve in his face, and some to his “brutal” schedule. He was booked a year in
advance and always seemed to be writing something. He worked hard and continuously,
writing, traveling and teaching gamelan at Cabrillo Community College. He was continuously
doing something, if not working, then partying and was generally very
passionate about everything. Cook hypothesized that he welcomed the relief of
the sign language classes and so created unintensive lesson plans. He would stop
everything else that he was doing during the lesson time and objected strenuously
if he was disturbed during that time.

            His
sign language lessons started in 1991, which would have been during the
creative crisis that Miller reports him suffering around the first Gulf War. When
I asked Amy about this, she thought and said that eventually, he was always
writing, but said that she recalled him working on something even when they first
met. I asked her if this might have been Homage to Pacifica and she explained that although she was a music major
at the time and a percussionist, he gave “social cues that [music was] not an
avenue of conversation.” She could and did ask him questions about music and he
would answer them, but he looked bored when he did. She recalls him having a
bust of Ives in his house. When he found out that she didn’t know who Ives was,
he became exasperated.

            Lou
was ‚”thunderous.” He was “used to having his way” and would “storm around”
until he got it. However, his thunder was all sound and fury signifying
nothing. He yelled at Bill, but Bill’s hearing was poor and Bill didn’t take it
personally. Amy never saw tension between them. They were clearly in love, she
reported.

            Miller’s
biography of Harrison is similar to Cowell’s biography of Ives in that they
both were written during their subject’s lifetime and were both written by
people who were fans of their subject. Unsurprisingly, they both have a tendency
to fawn. Miller however, unlike Cowell, is sloppy with her subject matter and
should strongly consider collaborating with an Esperantist before another
edition of this book is released.

Informo pri Lou HARRISON

don’t run away, this post is (mostly) in English!

I’m presenting a paper on Wednesday about Lou Harrison. the paper is not yet written. the book is not yet read. I’ve only got a few hundred pages left, so it’s ok.
Lou Harrison was many things. He was a vegetarian. He was a pacifist. He was fluent in Esperanto. In fact, one of his best known works, La Koro Sutro, is entirely in Esperanto. ELNA, the Esperanto League for North America, calls it the best E-o (that “E-o” thing is a top secret abbreviation for “Esperanto” that Esperantists use. don’t tell them that I told you!) piece ever written. It was premiered in San Francisco in 1972 at the NASK program. the NASK (Nord-Ameriko Somera Kursaro) program is a intense summer class in E-o, that used to be held yearly at SF State (it has since moved to Vermont, since Sf State now has regular classes year-round). a huge community grew up around the NASK program. Alums from various years keep in contact. People from all over the world come and, of course, many locals drop in.
the Bay Area is/was a sort of E-o epicenter. The headquarters of ELNA are conviently located in Emeryville. some of this was because of NASK. Anyway, more than 300 people from 28 countries went to concerts and lectures (in Espernato) surrounding the NASK program and the premier of La Koro Sutro. Somebody must have a recollection of this. Maybe a recording? I asked on the northern CA E-o email list, which is very low traffic and haven’t heard a reply. I just emailed Charles to ask if maybe OM has a recording. I don’t know who else to ask, especially since all the ELNA folks monitor the NoCal list.
I’m suppossed to know what my thesis is going to be about by the end of next semester. In the old days, composers used to have to write their thesis about other composers or tuning systems or something else besides about their own work and I think that was a good system. Especially since I’m not doing any of my own work right now. *cough*.
anyway, if you’re walking down the street by SF state and you see cassette in the gutter that says “1972 NASK” on it or otherwise happen to hear something about this, I’d like to hear about it.

christi is here

Which is really nice for many reasons. yay christi. i have a bad cold though. but i’m reading a book about Lou Harrison and it’s making me homesick. he was an east bay kind of guy, even after he moved to aptos, he regularly commuted to Mills. there’s a chart in the book about the tuning syetm on the Mills gamelan (which he designed). and apparently, he wrote the graduation processional played by the mills gamelan at graduations. they played that at my graduation, but i can’t remember it.
Mills was quite the happening place in the 30’s. they did these summer session where they had up-and-coming artists, musicians, dancers, etc come and teach short classes. Lou wrote a score for a Mills Drama dept production. It was commissioned. these days there isn’t even a drama department and certainly no money for a summer session. The college president then understood that such events added to the presitge of the school and thus paid for themselves eventually. Mills is still banking on the the afterglow of what it did in the 30s. But what is it doing now? Alas, mills is a shadow of her former self. If only we could bring Rheinhardt back from the grave and re-install her as college president.
But i have a new school affiliation now and new academic politics to bemoan. it’s against the rules to write messages in chalk on campus. this is the biggest political issue. this was a stroke of genious on the part of the admin. every other student issue is subsumed by the chalking debate. they’ve stopped all other criticism. it’s brilliant.
I was checking my home email account and i didn’t unsubscribe from all my lists, so I got email from the Berkeley Socialists about an upcoming event where they will explain why revolution is necessary. and the annual Anarchist vs. Communist soccer match is looking for a pep band. and things seem to be still going well on the left coast. the brass liberation orchestra is continuing it’s debate on politics vs. muscianship. on the right coast, well, we’re worrying about whether or not it would get you in trouble to chalk “i love wesleyan” or “i love president bennet” in front of the president’s house. duh. yeah. and you can’t buy beer on sunday. for real. i went to the supermarket and tried to buy beer today. you can’t buy beer after 8:00 either. people here think of californians as backwards wackos, but at least we can go into a store and buy beer at normal times.
somebody told me that somebody tunred the us on it’s side and shook it and all the oddballs rattled down to california. great. i don’t disagree entirely with this assesment. everyone running for governor should return to their home state. anyway.
so i’m not doing anything political but reading Chomsky books and getting email from the Kucinich campaign. they mesh well together. chomsky says that if there’s a progressive candidate (like a real progressive, not backed-by-buisiness Dean) on a major ballot, then progressives have already won. the Kucinich meetups are during my Gamelan class though. And i might skip class to go sit in or protest something, but i’m not skipping class to discuss fundraising strategies. sure, i’ll got hit up impoverished grad students for donations. the undergrads actually have cash, but i think they should organize themselves to fundraise it. i don’t want to have a Kucinich house party to get cash out of undergrads, for example. the power balance seems wrong.
anyway, lou harrison was the quintissential california composer. he was highly political and fought the good fight. he built his own instruments (ca people do that. somebody once attributed it to the weather). the east coast and he did not get along. so he returned to relatively rural isolation, but was still connected to a university-type community. east coasters didn’t take ca-types seriously. ca composers had to go to the east if they were “serious.” people tried to get famous enough to new york. then, if they were famous there, they could come back and THEN the bay area would take them seriously, but not before. yeah, things have sure changed in the last 60 years…
weather here: 85 degrees F and humid enough to rain rain rain. i can’t wait till i get famous enough to move back home. i’m starting a band with a clarinetist, angela, and my housemate aaron, who plays drums and is from nyc and heck, maybe we’ll get some gigs.

How am I doing?

I can’t get my paper to print and I accidentally set up a meeting with a student (for whom I am a TA) at the same time as a class I have tommorrow and I wrote down his first name, but not his email address. It’s after midnight and I haven’t yet gone to bed. My paper sucks, but it doesn’t matter because the printing instructions don’t work at all. I could call for help, but I’m tired and helpdesk wasn’t very helpful last time I talked to them. Also, I think I may have accidentally deleted all the printer definitions off the computer I’m on right now. I’m a luser. I’m the worst sort of luser: the kind that beleives s/he’s a power user.
Maybe they let me into school by accident. some TA in the admissions office was late and confused and dropped my application into the wrong pile or clicked the wrong button on the computer (perhaps because the help files were all incorrect).

Taking him on!

Celeste Hutchins

Proseminar

10 September 2003

Postmodernist Ives

 

Kramer is correct in
concluding that Ives is not a “pre-postmodernist.” Although Ives aesthetic is clearly very forward thinking,
his intentions are not and he borders on being a romantic. Kramer’s article starts
with a definition of postmodernism “as a recurrent movement within modernism.”
Despite working with a definition that frees postmodernism from time
constraints, it still supposes that a “pre-postmodernist” would embrace current
cultural values. This situation would be exception, especially since music
tends to lag 50 years or more behind the other arts in following
movements. Ives, as a
transcendentalist, is no exception. Cowell, in his biography of Ives, (really a hagiography) Charles Ives
and His Music
,
identifies Ives as a follower of Emerson. Cowell writes, “By that time Emerson’s thinking had been shaping
American minds for more than sixty years . . ..” (p. 8) Ives is thus not at the
forefront of philosophical thought, but identifies with the values of a
previous generation.

His song, The Things
Our Fathers Loved

similarly esteems a bygone era. In this case, it idealizes community bands like
the one Ives’ father conducted. It
praises small town life, which, as Kramer points out, was already
disappearing. Thus it represents
“nostalgia for the unattainable,” and promotes nostalgic values. He has similar
romantic yearnings in other works. Cowell describes a short piece for vocalist and piano. Ives notes that four measures of the
piece would sound better played on a string quartet than a piano and a quartet
should be used for those measures if possible. “Four string players are not usually on hand at a song
recital to play just the four measures that sound better with strings than they
do with a piano, but of course from the composer’s point of view they should
be. Ives exclaims: ‘Why can’t a
musical thought be presented as it is born?'” (Cowell p. 10) This idea of spontaneity could have
come directly from one of the romantic poets.

Kramer’s claims as to
Ives’ misogyny are also amply documented. In the song An Election, the vocalist sings,
“some old women: male and female.” That line certainly “conforms to what classical psychoanalysis calls the
masculine protest.” (Kramer p. 183) Cowell approvingly records Ives’ (masculine) protest against Haydn, “Easy
Music for the sissies, for the lilypad ears of Rollo!” (p. 10) Rollo is
explained in a footnote on the same page, “An imaginary gentleman named Rollo
is a familiar of the Ives household – one of those white-livered weaklings who
cannot stand up and receive the full force of dissonance like a man.” Thus Ives’ dissonance stems not from a “[search]
for new presentations . . . in order to impart a stronger sense of the
unpresentable,” (Lyotard) but from “a dread of being feminized.” (Kramer p.
183) This is especially clear when
Ives complains about the New York Symphony Orchestra’s response to Washington’s
Birthday
. They asked him to cut out some of the
dissonance. He wrote, “They made
an awful fuss about playing it, and before I got through, this had to be cut
out, and that had to be cut out, and in the end, the score was practically emasculated.” [emphasis mine]
(Cowell p. 68) Dissonance is thus very clearly linked in Ives’ mind to manliness
and virility.

Kramer also describes
flute as phallic. (p. 197) Although this may seem absurd, given the flute’s current association of
femininity, the flute was recently considered a manly instrument. Flutist Polly Moller told me that one
hundred years ago, the flute occupied the cultural position currently held by
the electric guitar. Middle class
white boys learned to play them and tried to master them, much like some of
them now try to sound like commercials for Guitar Center. Therefore, if Ives’ use of the flute is
designed to convey manliness, it is intended to convey the culture of the white
male middle class.

            Kramer
goes on to describe Ives as homophobic, based on his misogyny and fear of
emasculation. Ives’ disassociation with Cowell seems to confirm this, however I
disagree with the thesis that misogyny leads directly to homophobia. Sometimes
male homosexuality is presented as a hyper-manliness, for example in the
drawings of Tom of Finland or among the Brown shirts of 1930’s Germany. In any case, Cowell’s writing reveals
no tinges of discomfort as he joins Ives in condemning Rollo and the sissies. However, if “Ives’ obsessive degradation of the feminine” is any sort of
a “response to the social conditions surrounding concert music in the late nineteenth
century,” (Kramer p. 183) then Cowell’s approval could similarly stem from
social conditions surrounding male homosexuality. Perhaps both of them were avoiding the sissy label – applied
to male musicians and gay men alike.

            Ives’
desire to avoid “pretty little sugar plum sounds,” (Cowell p. 10) is clearly
evident in his masterwork Symphony No. 4. At one point, a violin plays a romantic line, while another
instrument plinks discordantly in the background, as if mocking it. This is followed by a tumult of
patriotic music, blaring furiously away, finally coming to a climax. Immediately after the climax is a break where the
audience laughs nervously in the recording that I listened to. It is a spectacular and occasionally
overwhelming work. Ives wanted “to
strengthen and give more muscle to the ear, brain, heart, limbs and feat!” [Ives’ emphasis] (Cowell p. 10) His work is strong and can and should
be enjoyed despite his troubling politics.

Mail from the professor

Hello–I’ve had a couple of requests for clarification of the assignment.
This is what I’m thinking: wherever you may go from Wesleyan, you’ll be
dealing with musicologists and music theorists who have strong opinions
about composers. Larry Kramer is very smart, well informed, very well
known and respected, and a fine writer, and he and the others you’ll be
reading have points to make about composition and composers. So the
idea is to have you take them on, one way or another, as you see fit, but
with cogent arguments and well-chosen examples. Of course, you may
think they’re fine observers and can just extend their thinking with your
own experience. But even though it might look like one short article for a
whole week’s work, take your time with the assignment and don’t just toss
something off Tuesday night. If you get interested in Kramer, check out his
other books. I almost gave you his cultural studies reading of Ravel’s
“Daphnis and Chloe,” which is quite entertaining, but he’s really a
nineteenth-century specialist (which might show).

Um, so i guess i need to do a rewrite….