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….

Happy

http://www.musicmavericks.org/listening/. The American Mavericks website is awesome. It’s also useful for paper writing.
Xena got some swimming lessons yesterday. she isn’t comfortable going in water over her head, but she seems to be good at the dog paddle. strangely, lake water has improved her odor. she is also eating again and seems happy. I think she might have had the flu before, when she wasn’t eating. I hope to take her out to the lake again soon.
I made a pot of chilli today and shared it with Angela. chilli makes me happy. Also, the weather has been wonderful all weekend. yay good weather. and i had coffee today and coffee makes me happy. coffee at 4:00 in the afternoon makes me happy after midnight in the computer lab when i have class at 9:00 the next morning! (maybe not as happy in the mornining unless i have coffee then too.)
Reading: Noam Chomsky the Indespensible Chomsky: Understanding Power. a Chomsky book that’s very readable. It’s based on teach-ins, so the words and style is conversational and the vocabulary is less dense. also reading: Henry Cowell’s book on Ives. Also very readable and conversational. It explicitly says it’s not a critical analysis.
Listening to: Ives Symphony No. 4. It’s wonderful. go click on the link at the top of this post to get to the file on the web. also listening to: David Tutor’s live electronic works. Not as melodious as Ives, obviously, but they stand the test of time and are still interesting even after the newness of the medium has completely worn off
Ives’ nationalism and rejection of equal temperment and bizarre agressiveness give him a lot in common with Harry Partch. but my paper is only supossed to be 2 pages long.
I mentioned Tom of Finland in an academic paper about music. wheee!

First responce paper

(Remember, a B is a failing grade….)
Celeste Hutchins
Proseminar
10 September 2003
Postmodernist Ives

Because Ives is too new to be played on commercial radio in San Francisco and too old to have directly influenced my own music, I’ve previously only listened to a very few pieces of his. Henry Cowell says in his biography of Ives, that Ives’ music is written about far more often than it is played. Sadly, I’ve done little reading about or listening to Ives before this week.
Kramer’s article starts with a definition of postmodernism “as a recurrent movement within modernism.” This definition surprised me. I had always understood postmodernism to be a refutation of the modernist idea that absolute truth exists and can be sought, something Lyotard calls “the nostalgia for the unattainable,” however, my understanding was that postmodernism is a current movement. The “post” of “postmodernism” always seemed to indicate that it came after modernism. My dictionary places postmodernism in the late 20th century. If last week, someone had asked me if Ives was a postmodernist, I would have replied, “Of course not. His work predates postmodernism by several decades.” Therefore, it comes as something as a relief that Kramer concludes that Ives is not a postmodernist.
Despite working with a definition that frees postmodernism from time constraints, it still supposes that a “pre-postmodernist” would embrace current cultural values and aesthetics. Presumably, Lyotard has some examples of very early postmodernists, but the vast majority of people with current values exist currently. Also, music tends to lag 50 years or more behind the other arts in following movements. Cowell identifies Ives as a follower of Emerson, 60 years after Emerson was widely read. Ives was certainly a maverick, but he was also completely a product of his time, both as Cowell describes him during his life and as Kramer more recently rediscovers.
Cowell’s descriptions of Ives “manliness” also mesh with Kramer’s thesis. Cowell describes a fictional man called “Rollo,” (a character impersonated in one of his string quartets) who was frequently mocked in the Ives household for being a sissy. Cowell’s writing reveals no tinges of discomfort as he writes about this in an approving tone. Kramer describes Ives as homophobic, which Kramer argues on the basis of Ives’ misogyny. 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.
Kramer also describes flute as phallic. 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.
After reading Kramer’s article, I listened to Symphony No. 4. The first prelude has a Messiaen-like sound, where the strings create a texture much like the sound of the Ondes Martenot, over which the chorus sings a hymn, which the program notes identify as one of Ives’ favorites. (http://www.americanmavericks.com/prog_notes/june_09.html) The second prelude starts similarly, but with a more sinister and intermittently chaotic sound. The orchestra plays many differing motifs, which seem to have come from other songs, layered upon each other. They seem to vie for dominance over a marching band, martial drum line, in a conflict that ebbs and flows. The music is tumultuous and exciting – wonderful to listen to. The social values that Kramer reads into Ives’ work certainly seem to be present. 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. The audience laughs nervously at the break, in the recording I listened to. A short and lush movement follows, and then the final movement begins with a low quiet sound. The orchestra is again at odds with itself, and is reminiscent of the first movement and the preludes. There is a section with a detuned instrument. The rich texture breaks into a unified motif, which Kramer identifies as the hymn, “Bethany.” The motif is strong and moving, but the piece falls back into dissonance. The motif is thoughtfully restated over an uncertain background. Finally, the chorus returns, restating and transforming the hymn motif, without words.
I also listened to Three Quarter-tone Pieces for Two Pianos, a short piece for two pianos tuned a quartertone apart. The sound is highly unusual and a bit disconcerting. The piece seems to agree with Kramer’s thesis because of its inherently dissonant nature, which was considered manly at the time. (A review of Ruth Crawford Seeger’s work said that she could sling dissonances like a man.)
While I am disappointed but not altogether surprised to learn that Ives didn’t share my politics, I am quite pleased to have been introduced to his work.

Bummed

I spent four hours today in the mandatory graduate pedagogy session. We learned not to humiliate students and that people have visible or invisible identities blah blah blah. Four hours. It ws a beautiful day outside. I could see it through the windows. Some people are planning on going to NYC tommorrow, but I wasn’t planning on going. But I probably should . . .
Because it seems like I’m the only dyke grad student in the entire damn school.
People here just aren’t very out. I saw somebody wearing a queer awareness day T shirt, but it was a boy. Het people sometimes want to tell me they’re ok with gay folks, so they tell me about a lesbian that they met at a confrence once. Great. this doesn’t help. But it’s better than the people who find out and then stop talking to me. Which has happened at parties here.

Conversations

God

Other Grad Student: (more or less out of the blue) But even if you don’t beleive in gravity, it still exists.
me: It’s a quantifiable phenomenon
OGS: even if you don’t believe in Jesus, He still rose from the dead.

Later, with same student

Other Other Grad Student From the Sticks: (after passing some people) It’s hard for me to get used to not saying “hi” to people.
me: Then just say hi. It’s a small town.
OGS: those weren’t the sort of people you say hi to.
OOGSFS: Why not?
OGS: Because they’re loitering by a tunnel that smells like urine.
me & OOGSFS: Maybe they want a private place to talk. Hanging out doesn’t mean they’re bad people and you shouldn’t say hi to them
OGS: I’m sure they’re lovely people. Let’s go say hi to them. Maybe we can have them over for dinner
Did I mention they were also people of color? Is it classism? Is it racism? Is it both? why didn’t I remind her that Jesus wants us to love everyone?

with friends like these

So let’s say I’m too confrontation-adverse to do anything but let it drop. Let’s say that as an isolated queer I’m ok, but if I write “dyke power” in chalk on a campus sidewalk, she purses her lips. Let’s say that I really have a massive friend shortage. Let’s say that the only evidence that I have that there are other lesbians over 22 in Middletown is that I found a Naiad Press book at the library sale today. Let’s say that I’m bummed.
Everytime I see an undergrad with blue hair or a mohawk, I have hair envy. But I’m a grad student. If I come across now as serious and studious, that will be the reputation that I have for the next two years. All the evaluations and grades I get will be colored by the image I present during the first six weeks to first semester I spend here. If I want to go on in academia (which I’m not at all sure about, but it is a possible career path), I’m not sure it would be best if all the perceptions of me were Punky Color Blue.

Famous Composer Anecdote

We had the first Colloqium last week. All the faculty introduced themselves. anthony Braxton gave a little speech wich I wish I had a transcription of. He talked about how these were interesting times and like the 1960’s and how he lived in the music house in the 1960s and people not in the music house need to get organized, not just in happy theory, but also in the physical plane. And it’s an exciting time because of all the things that people in the music house could do to get active. He’s looking forward to getting to know all of us better. He went on. I felt inspired. How can we, as musicians, get active to counter imperialism (and other isms…)?
I’m not sure that all the other grad students were equally inspired, but Angela was, which is good, because she lives in the music house, now known as India House.
So how do we get active now on the physical plane? that means, to me, not just talking about “peace through music” in a happy theory, but actually using music to create a utopian model or as propoganda to communicate the meme of peacefulness. something like Rock for Peace is an obvious answer. Also, one could write peace hymns, like Down by the Riverside, that large groups of people can sing in demonstrations. Activist marching bands, like the BLO, are another answer and one that works well with peace hymns. One could write a choral piece or an opera which featured a struggle against imperialsm (like Joan of Arc, for example). Or, as the latest rounds of state based violence have a definte influence of religious-based hatred (was in Anne Coulter who said that we should invade the entire Middle East and make them all convert to Christianity?), one could strive to create rituals replacing functions currently filled by religious institutuions. Secular funeral services and hymns. Secular naming (“christening”) ceremonies. Secular weddings. Secular regular meetings to build community, listen to speakers and sing hymns. the sorts of music one might write for these secular functions may also be good practice if one were later planning on writing an opera.
I have a plan. Now I just need friends and a community.
(Just cuz you believe in Jesus doesn’t mean that xtainity isn’t a death cult that venerates images of turture and torture implements.)

Sick as a dog

The dog has stopped eating. she’s sleeping all the time. but she’s really happy to see me when i come home. Do dogs get depressed? I’m worried that she might be sick.
Still no computer keyboard.
I tried assembling my front tire, but every time I would put it together, I would hear a hissing sound and then take it back apart and find another hole in it, each one smaller than the previous one which was hissing louder the time before. I think that innertubes ought to be retired (hahaha) after five patches. I’m glad that I have teflon tire thingees to keep this from reoccuring.
I played the gong today in Gamelan. That’s the big gong in the back. the english word “gong” comes from the name of that instrument. But it sounds more like BwoooooooOMmmmmmm. Really. I’m going to advanced gamelan tonight and then I will pick whetehr I’m a beginner or advanced.
I’m going to learn to play the Viol or some other fretted string instrument. I dunno how to spell it, but it’s pronounced “vile.” there’s going to be an early music ensemble. I’ll be a vile player in it. Hahahaha. sorry. The instrument is not yet built. since it’s fretted, a tuning has to be picked for it. Preferably, a tuning that’s contemporary with the music being played. No equal temperment. I’ve leant the prof in charge my copy of the Just Intonation Primer. Later I will indoctorinate her in the was of my Just Intionation Calculator. Muahahahahaha!

Second Day of Classes

Today, I learned that composers were considered part of the intelligensia in Russia and ought to be considered so today. I heard it from a professor, so it must be true. He also said “socialism” when he meant “totalitarian communism.” In brief, people are innovators and part of a tradition. They are individuals and members of a community. They have roots to an area and they travel. In the 19th century, folk music arose organically from peasent communities and wasn’t written by anyone. Music written by people was impure and folk music was pure, but music could become pure if enough peasents sang it and it became modified over time from it’s original form. So said Bartok.

Conversations

Weather

student: you think it’s cold out, don’t you?
me: yes
student: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Chores

I activated my ATM card, fixed my rear bike wheel, turned in my proof of measels vaccination, got answers on my tax paperwork (filing as “single.” damn the feds.), filled out all my outstanding paperwork aside from course registration and then went to the grad office to turn it all in. I swear I spent an hour in the grad office. I brought Xena with me. Xena is so cute! Xena can run in circles! Would I like a cookie? Would Xena like a cookie? Xena looks just like some other dog that would love to play with Xena! Xena! Xena! Xena!
Xena may get tied up outside next time I need to go to the grad office, although the running in circles did her good and I did get to eat some cookies.
I need to call the heating oil company and the DSL provider.

Fun things in the mail

I got a nifty package from Jean. It has her books of poetry, a peace flag and some postcards and stuff. I didn’t get a chance to examine it as lesiurely as I would have likd, as I was in the grad office. I’m looking forward to hanging the peace flag (my neighbor has a gigantic American flag) and to reading the poetry.

My computer keyboard has not come in the mail. I despair of ever seeing it again.
It’s cold here.