on the ropes, broken strings
THE LAST SYMPHONY
by
JOHN HALLE
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John
Halle
is the Director of Studies in Music Theory and Practice at Bard
College. His CD, Interludes and Outrages (Innova),
will be released in spring.
Doug
Henwood is not the first to observe that the American empire
has entered a decadent phase. He is, however, among the few
to focus his attention on how the “social rot produced
by market-regulated societies, from the macro level of investment
down to the socially shaped psychology (has begun to dictate)
how we think and feel.” Henwood is right to wonder “how
the imperium can long survive this sort of pervasive rot”
as the ideological and cultural foundations on which the bourgeoisie
rest, and through which it, at least in part, claims its legitimacy
begin to founder.
As
if on cue, at about the same time a piece appeared in the house
organ of neo-liberalism The New Republic taking
aim at an admittedly tiny but nonetheless significant bourgeois
institution, classical music instruction, which middle-class
parents, and those striving to move up the class ladder, have
imposed on their children as a kind of secular catechism for
generations.
Its
author, New York Times religion correspondent Mark
Oppenheimer concedes that “studying music or dance over
a long time teaches perseverance and can build self-confidence”
and “that there
is virtue in mastering difficult disciplines.” But he
is at pains to draw a rigid distinction between what we do in
our spare time and work — or, more precisely, what we
should do in each.
When
we work we do so for a clear goal, namely a pay check, but for
leisure:
The
attitudes on display here should be familiar in that they reflect
the departure from the scene of what Henwood describes as “the
classically bourgeois executive ego, a relatively stable, if
sometimes anal-retentive structure to guide the subject through
life.” What has replaced it is what Thomas Frank identified
fifteen years ago as “the official philosophy of corporate
America, from the ponytails and pierced noses of the cyber-boardrooms
of California to the madcap tie-snipping and convention-squashing
of Madison Avenue.” Long gone are the traditional protestant
virtues catalogued by Max Weber at the turn of the twentieth
century. The “new generation of goateed, rule-breaking
entrepreneurs” now privileges immediate gratification,
self-expression and originality albeit within market imposed
limits, or, as Oppenheimer puts it, “fun.”
It
should be obvious that the leisure complement to this now dominant
managerial class philosophy could not possibly consist of the
sedate, repressed rituals of the classical concert hall. Nor
is it a surprise to find The New Republic‘s meritocratic
class contributors opining in favour of jettisoning instruction
in Mozart sonatas in favor of the three-minute rock tune, campfire
singing and ukelele strumming.
This
is not something to be alarmed by: as musical styles and fashions
change, history has shown that attempts to hold back the tide
are futile and usually a bit ridiculous.
While
conceding that, it should be better understood that the shift
from classical to popular music is a bit more fundamental than
the changes in style which have been a constant in music history.
That classical music is not so much a different style but fundamentally
different medium is not immediately obvious, though it is something
both parents and children come to understand when they begin
the tedious business of learning the notes on the page, and
transferring this knowledge to an instrument. The acquisition
of musical literacy rarely fails to involve tantrums and tears.
Kids
enrolling in the school of rock curriculum endorsed by Oppenheimer
will be spared these and they will learn a lot about many things.
But they will not learn to read music with any degree of fluency.
The
rock and popular music canon is almost exclusively defined by
vocal music, that is, songs, many of them admittedly great songs.
While we might call sonatas by Beethoven, Mozart, Schumann character
pieces, Bartok Mikrokosmos and other staples of the introductory
repertoire, ‘songs’ that’s just a metaphor.
These are works of pure music which cohere, not by a text with
its own self-contained expressive content and narrative logic,
but by a logic entirely based on the abstract relationships
inherent in the pitches and rhythms. They are composed within
abstract forms, large-scale plans dictating their unfolding
in time of which at least an intuitive awareness is required
for them to be fully appreciated by audiences.
It’s
hard to avoid not making another connection: the decline of
musical literacy and the large-scale forms which they make possible,
the increasing demand for immediately catchy tunes, striking
sonorities and flamboyant stage presentations pairs with the
impatience of the elites classes in another realm: the demand
for investments to show an immediate short-turn return. Elites
have long since jettisoned the expectation for steady growth
embodied in the now retired Goldman-Sachs slogan, ‘long-term
greedy,’ having come to accept and even embrace, in Henwood’s
words, “the erosion of the planning function, and any
rationality beyond the most crudely instrumental.”
Relating
the musical and economic and social spheres is reminiscent of
Adorno’s connection of “the regression of listening”
with broader irrationalist, authoritarian tendencies afoot in
the 1930s.
In
retrospect, Adorno’s perspective seems odd, or at least
premature. Elites at the time were making enormous concessions
to radical pressure. At the same time, while there was some
competition from popular music (the growing legitimacy of jazz
notoriously having piqued Adorno’s ire), a clear division
between high and low musical forms remained accepted across
the board, with what was universally regarded as the precious
legacy of concert music claimed and lavishly supported by both
fascist and Soviet regimes alike.
What
has emerged in recent years is the exact opposite. On the one
hand, government lavishes unprecedented economic and social
privileges on its elites, taking an axe to programs benefitting
those who fall behind. At the same time, the distinction between
high and low artistic culture having been erased, the result
has been a single standard for qualitative judgments derived
from the commercial marketplace.
Market
austerity is taken as a universal tonic in both realms: The
solution to a supposed ‘culture of poverty’ consists
of work requirements and benefit reductions to break the cycle
of dependency and promote “self-reliance.” The longstanding
crisis in classical music is treated by the imposition of market
discipline requiring institutions to devise working business
models. This means in practice supporting themselves predominantly
by ticket sales, something which virtually no major orchestra
or opera company in history has done successfully and which
would require jettisoning most of the defining virtues of the
medium.
What
is needed to make sense of present circumstances is not Adorno,
but rather his successor Pierre Bourdieu who argued that the
high arts have historically fulfilled a crucial legitimating
function for the bourgeoisie. Disparities in wealth and privilege
have been justified, or at least tolerated, insofar as those
benefitting from them are seen as fulfilling a necessary role
in preserving artistic and cultural traditions of unquestioned
sophistication, subtlety and refinement.
There
are two logical corollaries to Bourdieu’s analysis relevant
to the discussion. First is the widespread belief among contemporary
elites that their acquisition of great wealth is not only justified
but self-justifying. Exercises of noblesse oblige, whether investments
in the arts and culture, generosity or even simple decency towards
others are no longer necessary, by now viewed as sentimental
archaisms, vestiges of a pre-meritocratic elite.
Second,
what is by now an unshakeable faith in the transcendent wisdom
of the marketplace not only justifies the withdrawal of elite
support but demands it, based on the rationale that they should
not pick winners or put their thumbs on the scale in so doing
corrupting market mechanisms taken as omniscient arbiters of
value.
This
is at least part of the logic according to which the head of
the negotiating committee of the Minnesota Orchestra US Bancorp
CEO Richard K. Davis demands sharp wage and benefit reductions
from the orchestra’s musicians. His own yearly compensation
of $14.4 million could easily make up for the orchestra’s
budget shortfall, by itself, as could a small fraction of the
tax breaks, subsidies and bailouts gifted to Davis’s fellow
board members over the past two decade. A philosophical commitment
to austerity, albeit likely compounded by sheer avarice, dictates
that any such exercises in generosity would be dismissed as
counterproductive. For Davis, fiscal sustainability is a prima
facie indication of social and artistic merit.
While
crude market fundamentalism continues to guide the actions of
the Minnesota Orchestra’s board, its audiences appear
to take a different view, understanding that an orchestra’s
job is not to make money but to make music. This was implicit
in a recent report of a farewell concert offered by the Orchestra
under its departing conductor, Osma Vanska.
As
a poignant encore, Mr. Vanska offered a work by the composer
perhaps closest to him, his Finnish compatriot Sibelius: the
Valse Triste, which Mr. Vanska described as a dance
of death. In typically self-effacing fashion, he asked the audience
to withhold applause at the end, and listeners filed out quietly,
many in tears.
What
Minnesota audiences were mourning went beyond the destruction
of one of the world’s great orchestras engineered by a
team of bean-counting plutocrats. It was connected to an awareness
that the virtues of classical music are inherently hostile to
neoliberal mindset now dominant in all sectors of society. For
many, classical music, its refusal to engage in high-volume
harangues, its reliance on aural logic rather than visual spectacle,
its commitment to achieving often barely perceptible standards
of formal perfection, all serves as a repudiation of late capitalism
-- a refuge from hideous strip malls, the 24-hour assault of
advertising copy and marketing hype. Ultimately, it is a protest
against the cruder, meaner and self-destructive society we have
become.
Achieving
this recognition is not easy, nor are most things worth doing.
That’s the underlying lesson learned by a child confronting
a Mozart sonata. And it will need to be relearned by adults
if we have much hope of surviving the century.