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    Classical music reinvents its relevance to times

    Philadelphia Inquirer
    May 23 2004

    'The present is always an awful place to be."

    That line from the Tony Kushner play Homebody/Kabul speaks to
    everyone's inner drama queen, the part of us that says our times and
    only our times are supremely troubled. But now, with the Iraq torture
    photos, the beheading on video, and, in this election year, the
    contentious polarization of American society on numerous social
    issues, it's the tumultuous late '60s all over again. And that's
    enough to make you shut off the radio and listen to some nice Mozart
    over your morning coffee.

    As if pretty music's going to help. Escape isn't possible, even if it
    were advisable. So does that mean art takes a hike until things calm
    down? Wrong again. Current events change what we want to hear - and
    how we hear it - but they don't leave us deaf.

    Like a Rorschach ink-blot test, classical music benefits from its own
    abstraction, taking the color of its surroundings in ways that were
    particularly startling in one recent musical event, and in another
    yet to come. Last month, Orchestra 2001 premiered the Andrea
    Clearfield cantata The Long Bright, and Alfred Schnittke's Concerto
    for Mixed Choir has its local premiere by the Choral Arts Society at
    4 p.m. today at First Baptist Church.

    Inspired by the scourge of breast cancer, the Clearfield cantata
    consciously addresses the outside world in a text-based piece that,
    heard now, mushrooms into a larger issue: grief for those who are cut
    down in, and even before, their prime. Format-wise, it joins a long
    line of works, such as Britten's War Requiem and John Corigliano's
    Symphony No. 1, that speak their impassioned messages in no uncertain
    terms.

    While many great pieces of music are like cathedrals that initially
    leave you so overwhelmed you don't know where to look first, these
    more message-dominated pieces direct your attention with great
    purpose. Just as Britten's antiwar requiem utilizes graphic poetry
    written by a World War I casualty, Clearfield employs equally
    compelling verses by David Wolman, who commissioned the piece in
    memory of his wife, Anni Baker, a breast cancer victim.

    Musically, such pieces often reference preexisting artifacts that are
    communicative thanks to their familiarity, but galvanize attention
    even more when found in unexpected places. Corigliano's symphony, for
    example, used a mad tarantella dance to dramatize AIDS-related
    dementia. Clearfield composed one movement as rap music (sung by a
    girls' chorus), its rhythmic aggressiveness suggesting the
    mercilessness of disease, and, in a larger sense, the mercilessness
    of fate.

    There's also room for more original acts of compositional wizardry.
    Since Clearfield leads you to expect a fairly straightforward
    harmonic language, mentions of "cancer" and "malignancy" are all the
    more penetrating when the harmonies around them unravel, cancerously,
    in all directions.

    Some say this is one of the best pieces written recently by a
    Philadelphia composer. I agree, but listening to it on an archival
    tape at home, I particularly missed the audience group-experience, as
    I do with Britten's undeniably great War Requiem. The kind of pain
    these pieces bring up needs to be shared. In contrast, Schnittke's
    choir concerto is so effective on disc, I never thought I needed to
    hear it live.

    In the years before his 1998 death, Schnittke composed excruciating
    monuments to Soviet repression, with piano concertos that exploded in
    fury and retellings of the Faust legend with violence worthy of
    Quentin Tarantino. His late symphonies, written amid a horrific
    succession of strokes and heart attacks, suggested a composer prying
    music out of himself, or attempting to play on a half-broken violin.

    The choir concerto is different: So grand, difficult and impractical,
    it's not the sort of piece composers write voluntarily. The chunky
    text, by the 10th-century Armenian monk Grigor Narekatsi, has an Old
    Testament fierceness. God is fearsome and humanity dreadful, "full to
    the brim with black sorrow" and "enslaved by sin." I don't connect
    with that literally. But the music, with its alternately undulating,
    growling and screaming vocal sonorities, gives voice to a lot of
    moments many of us have had lately.

    Though undeniably a masterpiece, the composer didn't want this jewel
    performed in the West, perhaps because it was so personal, so en
    famille. Yet the verse is so ancient, it transcends any sense of
    modern religious denomination. The music focuses singlemindedly on
    revealing the verse, but with a passion that seizes American ears as
    well as Russian ones. Perhaps the composer didn't realize what a huge
    range of meaning his music has. While Clearfield's piece accommodates
    some individual interpretation, The Long Bright is likely to say much
    the same thing with every performance.

    Not Schnittke. Some recorded performances look backward at sorrow
    from a place of serenity; others are still mired in the deepest
    psychic mud.

    What doesn't figure into this equation of perception is the usual
    masterpiece mystique. The music invites you into such a close
    dialogue that you're not marveling as much as utilizing it. Laudable
    as it is that Mozart's Ein Kleine Nachtmusik has been cheering people
    up since 1787, I wonder if it's more important that a handful of
    Philadelphians stand to gain a better understanding of their worlds
    via Schnittke and Clearfield, so as to know what is hopeless and what
    is not.
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