Monthly Archives: November 2010

A New Music Vocabulary, or Mandatory Originality

So, I came across another article about ‘Shaking Up the World of Classical Music’. Actually, that’s the title of the article. It’s a well-meaning piece from a life-coach about preparing young composers for life out there in the big bad world. The author, Astrid Baumgardner makes a list of what’s necessary in order to “Shake up the World of Classical Music”.

Item Six is:

  • Composers who are committed to creating a new music vocabulary.

Le sigh… In my opinion, one of the main reasons the classical music world – or more specifically the contemporary music world – is insufficiently ‘shaken up’ is that “creating a new music vocabulary” has become mandatory for composers. Why on earth should every composer be required to invent a new musical language? What does this serve to do, aside from alienate audiences and make composers overly self-conscious?

I’ve been to a lot of new music concerts and I’ve participated in more student composer readings than I can remember. I can safely say there is no deficit of composers who are striving (or struggling) to write music in an unique voice. Composers who can effectively communicate their expression to an audience are a distinct rarity though.

This Promethean ideal as a default is a quaint relic of the 20th century and we should leave it the hell there. To cite an overused but-still-apt comparison, composers prior to the 20th century didn’t feel required to create radically new music vocabularies and many of them made very original music. I’m anything but a traditionalist but frankly I’m sick of hearing radically original music that isn’t very good. I’d rather hear composers work within a preexisting style, creating music that ends up being a more thorough – and unique in the long run – artistic expression.

Ok, if you’re a composer and your main interest lies in originality then go for it. But the burden of communicating that new language rests with you. Not all composers are radical sonic innovators though, and not all composers should be expected to be. They should be expected to create unique expressions, whether it’s in an existing vocabulary or a new one.

I don’t exactly know how this ‘mandatory originality’ idea is being perpetuated, whether it’s from composition teachers, grant panels, articles like this… I dunno, but it needs to die. Write the kind of music you want to hear. If it ends up sounding too unoriginal for your comfort, then work on making it a bit more you. If your starting point is an attempt to make a wholly-original piece that’s going to shake the foundations of the classical music world, chances are it’s going to fall short.

A composer’s goal should be creating a captivating experience for the listener, no more no less.

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Red-Thread Smirk

I just uploaded my little flipcam video of Red-Thread Smirk, live at Galapagos Arts Space, to YouTube. Red-Thread Smirk is the third in a series of songs written by myself and librettist/lyricist Royce Vavrek called Sex Objects, featuring unique characters and their intimate relationships with inanimate objects.

Here’s the video and I’ll include some more info on the song/project below.

Red-Thread Smirk

Music by Matt Marks
Lyrics by Royce Vavrek

Featuring:

Ted Hearne – Voice
Mellissa Hughes – Conductor
Cornelius Dufallo – Violin
Nadia Sirota – Viola
Clarice Jensen – Cello
Taylor Levine – Guitar
Matt Quayle – Piano
Chris Thompson – Drum Set

From “Sex Objects”:

In “Red-Thread Smirk” a young sailor chastises a dame de voyage (a cloth doll used for sex aboard a ship) for becoming the sexual object of desire, a post he held before she arrived. He makes sure she understands that her lack of a mouth with deprive the men of a great pleasure that he can provide.

Lyrics:

Fuckin’ Mona Lisa lyin’ there.  You don’t deserve a mouth. Not that red-thread smirk he gave ya. Smith was the one who done it.  Smith, never liked ‘im. Smith, I wanna… It’s Smith we go to when our buttons fall off. I wanna kill ‘im.  Someday I will kill ‘im. Push ‘im overboard. Then the boat’ll be full’a guys with shirts gapin’ open.  And that’s fine by me.  Fine by me.

You were one of ‘is projects.  Smith was doin’ an awful lot of sewin’.  Boys called ‘im Pussy, but he just smirked.  I knew he was up to no good. Sneaking into my bed less’n less.  Then one day you showed up.  All stuffed and ready. No eyes no mouth no hair no nuthin’ but a ripped seam ready…  But you needed a mouth.

Fuckin’ Mona Lisa lyin’ there.  You don’t deserve a mouth. Not that red-thread smirk he gave ya.

When the boys get fall-down drunk, they let me do what your red-thread smirk can’t.  When my mouth curls up and down I gets ‘em grinnin’ like god damn Cheshire cats.  All of ‘em. Grinnin’ like fucking cats.  And I’ll take a grin over a smirk any day…

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