October 2007 - Posts

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Movies that have influenced my life.

It's interesting - the movies that have most influenced and continue to influence my life are bound up to an unusually large extent in their musical tracks. These three movies that have influenced who I am are, in order of when I first saw them:

1. Jurassic Park - this film taught me to imagine the impossible and believe that it could be achieved (it sounds cliché, but there it is). Both the special effects team that worked on the film and the scientists in the story took me aback by the sheer force of will they must have needed to bring these dinosaurs to life. The closing scene of Drs. Sattler and Grant staring out of the window at the flying storks is so straightforward and simplistic, but, for that reason, powerful. Life, indeed, finds a way. John Williams' score, it goes without saying, is as necessary a component of this scene and of the film as a whole as the visuals themselves.

2. Star Wars, Episode IV - Again, John Williams' masterful score matches, scene for scene, the beauty of the images in this film. Of the many ways this film contributed to my development, I would say that it's most important influence was to teach me the interconnectedness of all of us on this little rock in this humble universe. We must respect life and the lives of others and seek wisdom in order to protect life, not to repress it.

3. The Matrix - I don't know what the sci-fi future really looks like, but if it doesn't sound like the score from the Matrix, then count me out. What more foreboding and mysterious opening music could there be than those distorted brassy trumpet calls that introduced the Real World to the rest of the world? As I was going through high school, I often wondered what my life was about - what purpose, if any, it had. Was there any objective reality that we could hope to discover? Or was it all an illusion? The Matrix taught me that the answer is irrelevant. The only relevant issue is choice.

Understanding John Cage's 4'33" and a comparison to JS's The Sounds of Life

    Until the work of John Cage, silence was thought to be part of an aural spectrum ranging from the loudest sounds to very, very soft ones and finally down to silence. In visual terms, it was the black to sound's white. But white is not the opposite of black. In fact, the two "colors" are completely unrelated. White, as we all know, is a combination of all the wavelengths of visible light. Black is not part of the color spectrum and, properly speaking, is not even a color. It is the absence of it. A painter can use the absence of color in the creation of a work of art. It is done all the time, and it is used on equal footing with other colors. Similarly, a composer can use silence in the creation of a musical piece. It is done all the time. What made John Cage's work so revolutionary is that he realized that, like black, silence was not part of the spectrum. It was a concept altogether dissimilar from sound - so dissimilar that it could not even be heard. Silence can be written; silence can be performed; but silence cannot be heard. No piece that is written and performed with silences can ever be heard correctly because hearing silence is not possible in a world that is constantly moving, interacting, and changing. Even inside an anechoic chamber (soundproof room), a person hears the internal rhythms of the body. This has always been true, but the ear has been trained to ignore those sounds which are incidental to the sounds being performed. John Cage embraced ambient "noise" as an indelible and beautiful part of the universal soundscape (simply put, all sound in the universe) and brought attention to it in many of his pieces.

    Most famous is his 4'33", a piece composed of three movements in which the performer, most commonly a pianist, sits in front of her instrument and does not play a single note. This focuses all attention on the so-called "silence" so that the audience can see that silence really doesn't exist. More importantly, the piece 4'33" proposes a simple normative claim - that a concept of silence does exist. It then asks the question, can music be found in this silence? If, in fact, music can be found in silence, which is the very antithesis of sound and, therefore, music, then music can be found anywhere and the sources for musical inspiration are practically limitless. This brilliantly sets up the quandary that has plagued human society since the concept of art was created: what is art? Put in negative terms, what is not art? If one indeed finds 4'33" to have musical value, then the work of experimental artists can continue. If not, then it might be true that art has its limitations. Those limitations might have even already been reached.

    Joshua Salaises' short film "The Sounds of Music" posits a similar normative claim. At the beginning of the film, a man has his hearing taken away. In his new world, not only does silence exist, but it is the only thing that exists. He now faces the gloomy prospect of a life without sound. But the man realizes that sound can be constructed in two particular ways other than the aural reception of sound waves. Memory can serve as sound. If one desired to hear a particular sound, instead of recreating it physically, one could simply remember it and replicate it internally. If one thinks about it, this is an interesting paradigm. How is it that the mind can remember and reconstruct the precise frequency, pitch, and tonal quality of any particular sound at whim? This paradigm can easily be expanded to all other senses. How does the brain recall the buttery, creamy taste of cheesecake, or the pungent smell of a frying onion? The man uses another method to produce sound. He uses his other senses to inform the internal creation of sound. In other words, the other senses take over the job of the ear and help create new sounds. This is important because otherwise a person is restricted to specific sounds one has already heard. Though the man in the film has never heard those particular drops of water in the fountain fall, he can see how much water is falling, see the rate at which the water is falling, and see the way in which it is falling. He can guess quite accurately the sound that will be produced by that particular fountain. Even complex sounds like music and spoken conversation are apparently within grasp, though the film does not make it clear how.

    So what does this ultimately mean? This film is exploring the same dilemma John Cage posits in 4'33" though from a different angle. This film asks the question: if the system that has been built around the production of sound is no longer accessible, can it be replaced by alternate forms of sound production? The implications of the correct answer, whatever it maybe, are the same as in Cage's dilemma. If indeed alternate forms of sound production can replace the interaction between the natural soundscape and the human auditory system, then a completely new panoply of possible soundscapes is opened to whoever dares to tread there. But if the alternate forms of sound production cannot replace that special interaction, then we will always need some aspect of the traditional form of sound production (i.e. using our ears to hear) in our continued exploration of the universal soundscape.

    The film ultimately rejects alternate forms as "unreal." Despite their ability to replicate or create sound, they fall short of traditional sound production, not because they are necessarily unable to capture the multitude of sounds that the functioning human ear can, but because even if they could capture as many sounds, those sounds would not be real. What is real is unclear, though one can assume that what is required for "real" sounds is the same exact form of sound production that the man originally had. Any form of sound production that does not require the input of sound waves and the output of neural impulses is insufficient. How this affects people with altered forms of hearing, such as those with hearing aids for whom sound production is mediated by a machine, is another unresolved matter. What is definitively resolved is a belief in the superiority of the traditional human form of sensing sound. One could argue that dogs have a more powerful sense of hearing. Machines are also much better at capturing and recording sounds than the human brain. Should we not then look to try to replicate or incorporate aspects of those mechanisms in the way we absorb sound? These issues are not addressed in the film, nor need they be.

    The film's intent seems to be for the audience to realize the importance of sound in the experiences of life. A man who loses his ability to enjoy the aural aspect of his experiences tries to find a way to replace that ability. But it cannot be replaced. His fondest memories and hopes for the future require the ability to hear. The implication is that we must cherish the sounds of the things, people, and places we love. Sound is an inextricable part of their identity, and we lose a part of them when we lose the ability to hear them. Our future interaction with them will be completely different from how we remember them, and it's because their aural presence is a powerful part of who they are.

Birthday at Borders

Just some pictures from the birthday celebration at Borders on October 12, 2007. I ordered my first non-virgin marguerita, and it was quite delicious. Hugo and Nicole managed to down two each, while I nursed my lone drink for the duration of the meal. The picture of Hugo is after his second; he is noticeably happy. The gloomy picture of Jose and Rosie (enhanced with B&W technology) was taken before they had anything to drink (i.e. before we got back to New House). I admit I was a bit tipsy when I took the picture with Andrea and Nicole, exhibited by the fact that I took a picture of myself. Don't like doing that. All in all, though, the night was great fun.

Music Album Review: Cafe Tacvba's Sino

Cafe Tacvba, the preeminent avant-garde rock band in Mexico, has just released their sixth studio album "Sino" four years after their incredible "Cuatro Caminos." While this album occasionally reaches the heights of musical ingenuity in "Cuatro Caminos," it is, in large part, a throwback to American rock, reaching all the way back into the 60's and weaving its way into the 90's.

The album begins with a brilliant two-part medley, à la Abbey Road. The connection to Beatles music is unmistakable throughout "Sino", especially in this first medley and "Quiero Ver." The connections to past rock trends do not end with the Beatles. (After all, one could argue that pretty much any rock nowadays has some element of the Beatles in it.) "53000," one of the better songs on this album, is reminiscent of early 70's punk rock. "Vamonos", a good, middling rock tune, is similar to 80's power pop with its warm bass line, rich harmonization and laid back lyrics. "Abandonado" is a solid rock song, reminiscent of Garbage, though its more of an album track than a single capable of standing on its own feet.

The album dips lower and reaches higher than other albums; there are some boring or ultimately meaningless songs. "Arullo" is the first to come to mind with its meandering introduction and the coup de grâce coming a little too late in the song. "Cierto o Falso" is similarly uninspiring. Except for the coda of "Esta Vez", it too lacks grace or charm. For a song about human rights, "Gracias" is weaksauce. Mana's "Fe", not to mention "Justicia, Tierra, y Libertad," is much more inspiring and fired than "Gracias," which seems lukewarm musically and lyrically ("thanks for the human rights, thanks for the democracy..." - um, you're welcome?).

At the same time, there are four or five truly great songs. Already mentioned, the medley "Seguir Siendo/Tengo Todo" is almost as good as some of its predecessors on Abbey Road. "Y Es Que" is phenomenal. Passionate, exciting, the vocals really shine. The harmonica was the perfect instrument to counter the vocals in the song. "El Outsider" is another brilliant song. Aside from the opening fortissimo piano chords that comically punctuate the rest of the song, the raw energy of the song is something to behold. In a consolidation of that energy, we hear the occasional growl of a restless tiger. Some might not like "El Outsider", but it has a very unique sound, which is something I can't say for other, more pleasant-sounding songs on this album. Of the great songs on "Sino", "Volver a Comenzar" is the crowning jewel. It is itself a new soundscape in rock, perhaps worthy of surpassing even the greatest of Tacvba's previous work.

The influence of Santaolalla is unmistakable. Dissonant chord progressions and throwaway ornamentation are telltale signs of someone with classical training. The ability to organize the sheer number of sounds in each of the songs is an additional task fit for only the best of producers. There are probably many more Santaolalla influences I'm missing, but for example, listen to the haunting three-note piano trill in Seguir Siendo. It makes that song greater than it could ever be as the simple guitar tune it otherwise is. The dark cello strains towards the end of "Quiero Ver" juxtaposed with the glass piano motives adds beautiful depths to the main melody.

For me, the most exciting thing about Cafe Tacvba is its contribution to the re-emergence of music as art. Because Tacvba decides to make music as art, they often step into the trap of sounding pretentious or terminally whimsical. One can question whether certain decisions in composition are made thoughtfully or simply to be unusual. Yet, the overall sentiment in listening to their music is not disdain; it's wonder that music can be meaningful and not just entertaining. There are many people who don't find any entertainment value in Tacvba's music. But music as art does not have to entertain. It can disgust, it can frighten, it can disturb. Cafe Tacvba isn't afraid to disturb, if their vision calls for it. Cafe Tacvba's uncompromising vision is what makes Cafe Tacvba's music great - that and having Gustavo Santaolalla on the team.

Longwood Symphony Orchestra performs Beethoven's Ninth in Jordan Hall at the New England Conservatory of Music: The Review

This evening, Jose and I went to Jordan Hall to see the Longwood Symphony Orchestra perform Beethoven's Ninth. It had occurred to me, briefly while I was purchasing the tickets, that 15 bucks was too cheap for near front row tickets a mere week before an orchestral performance of a masterpiece of the classical repertoire. Boy, I hate being right. Longwood is no professional orchestra. It is composed entirely of graduate medical students and practicing physicians. Good at medicine means good at music?....think again.

The first movement was good. They gave it their all, and as a result Beethoven's music dominated the area, as it should have. The second movement, things began to turn sour. The strings did not play in unison for several portions of the scherzo, resulting in a weird, distorted feeling to the music. However, the trio was played beautifully - can't complain there. In the third movement, the cracks really began to show. A horn player decided to make an error during her/his solo. Amidst the silence from the other instruments, the dissonance that blared from that wretched horn completely filled the room with its ugliness. It was maddening. I think I even saw the director wince. In the fourth movement, it became a free-for-all. A woman's cello wasn't working properly - it twanged throughout the fourth. Some genius decided to put the soloists in the front, from where they proceeded to drown out the rest of the music. More instruments played the wrong notes, god knows how the conductor felt, and the only beacon of hope was the choir, which during the blissful moments in which they alone were singing, showed the audience what incredible music had flowed from Beethoven's pen.

So, yes, some egregious mistakes were made, but I was willing to overlook the deficiencies of the orchestra and applaud them for the effort. Along with everyone else I stood up to give an ovation. Too bad it turned into a self-congratulatory pat-on-the-backfest. The crowd applauded, laughed, and cajoled for waaay too long, leading me to believe that they all knew each other. Not to mention they didn't mind clapping between movements. I wholeheartedly supported clapping after the first movement and did so, but afterwards I was mostly being polite. They just seemed to be playing a game.

I don't mean to sound resentful; I did enjoy the performance to a great extent. Many parts were played beautifully and those that weren't, I did end up able to get over them. But I still haven't seen the performance of the Ninth that I deserve to see. Having never seen a live performance, but loving the piece as much as I do, I can't help but to resent having my first experience of it be this one.

Exploring the Human Voice - Part 2: The Highest Note

My previous post explored the lowest point of vocal instrumentation. That particular point turned out to be from an aria in one of Mozart's operas. Mozart is unique among composers for the virtuosic demands he places on his players. For example, his horn and piano concertos require ultimate concentration and skill, and are thus major parts of professional musicians' repertoires. It should be no surprise then, that we must come back again to Mozart to continue exploring the range of the human voice. In Mozart's famous opera Die Zauberflöte, the soprano who plays the role of the Queen of the Night must sing the highest note in the classical repertoire - an F6 - five times by the end of the opera.

  Four of the notes are contained entirely within the three minute aria commonly known as the Queen of the Night's aria. Sumi Jo, one of the great modern coloratura sopranos, whom Herbert von Karajan called "a voice from heaven," attests to the difficulty of singing those F6 notes in the following video.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=_qn5PH7MC4g

Those unique notes are at once entrancing and terrifying. Indeed, at this point in the plot, the Queen of the Night, her first plot to kill Sarastro having failed, turns now to her daughter for help in vanquishing the carrier of the orb of the sun, so that she may plunge the world in darkness and regain control of the land once more. She threatens to abandon and disown her daughter, tearing apart the "bonds of nature", if she does not acquiesce. It is no accident that the parts that contain the ascent to F6 include the words "bonds of nature." One must be extremely powerful to be able to break nature's laws. By reaching that note, she has effectively ripped apart the laws that prevent human voice from reaching notes that high, triumphantly showing that she has the power to defy nature herself. It's both terrifying and awe-inspiring, and again, the work of Mozart's genius in creating that bond between music and human emotion.

I was tempted to put excerpts from the score, as before, but there is such a good video of precisely that on Youtube that you're better off watching that video. Plus, you get to hear Sumi Jo do the complete aria, in better quality audio.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=yBLKtFwLxpQ