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Acousmatics Versus Soundscapers

I truly wish that it had been my lifelong dream to publish books about music, because it comes all too easily to me and I could have fulfilled my dream in short order. Unfortunately, in the late 1960s it became my passion to write music and get it performed, which 40 years later I still find a more challenging proposition (the getting-performed part, I mean). Writing a book is a solitary occupation that sometimes actually pays for itself; putting out a CD requires tremendous enthusiasm from performers and cooperation from sound engineers, plus a vast financial structure to make sure everyone gets paid, with virtually no money guaranteed to come back in return. Each book I publish feels like a cakewalk compared to the CDs I struggle like hell to put together. Yet had I put out 30 CDs in my life and no books, I would have been tickled pink with my career. Instead, I find myself writing a book now and then just to take up the slack.

In any case, the Cage book is basically finished, and I'm sending it off tomorrow. One of the topics I deal with in the chapter on the aftermath of 4'33" is something I got from electronic composer Paul Rudy at UMKC: the debate between the acousmatic composers and the soundscapers. I knew the word acousmatic, but I hadn't realized that it was a kind of official term for a certain approach to electronic music. (In fact, it seems to me that composers actually loooooove terms and -isms, except for postminimalism and totalism, because the latter two denote composers who write music that appeals to audiences, so it's imperative that those groups be marginalized at all costs, and denying that those terms mean anything is the quickest way to effect that.) But Paul tells me - and I'd like more independent verification on this, though I've found some scattered around the internet - that the acousmatic composers believe in using everyday acoustic sounds that are divorced from their sound sources and rendered unrecognizable, while the soundscape composers like to record environmental sounds that are evocative of their origins. Paul is one of the composers who finds this an idle academic argument, as indeed it seems to be, and whose music moves back and forth between deliberate evocation and abstraction as a structural element; he's pointed me to Jonty Harrison as a kindred spirit. This seems to be a particularly big issue in Canada, where the acousmaticians (if that is the proper term) are centered in Montreal, and the soundscapers on the West Coast, led by the indomitable R. Murray Schafer. This is an issue that seems to have mainly been written about in academia if at all, and while I get the point, my understanding of the differences is lacking in nuance. I'd be curious as to my readers' knowledge of these categories.

UPDATE: You guys are amazing. (See comments.)

September 28, 2008 10:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (12) |

Cleaning Out My Office

Composers Neely Bruce, Kyle Gann, William Duckworth, and Anthony Coleman grouped around pianist Lois Svard, Lewisburg, PA, 1989 or '90.

September 27, 2008 1:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (3) |

Macho Meters

Anyone ready for another year of music theory talk? I did my annual shtick this week on odd meters. You can anticipate me: Holst's "Mars," the ancient Greek "Hymn to Apollo," and Brubeck's Take Five for quintuple meter; Pink Floyd's "Money" for seven; a long passage from Roy Harris's Seventh Symphony, plus a Bulgarian "Krivo Horo" for eleven; the "Blues" movement of Ben Johnston's Suite for microtonal piano for thirteen; Waylon Jennings's "Amanda" for fifteen; and the end of the first movement of my Desert Sonata for a long passage in 41/16 meter. Only this year, I have a student, Benjamin Bath, who grew up in a Greek family and going to Greek weddings and all that, and every meter I'd start to mention, he'd reel off all the traditional Greek and Macedonian and Bulgarian songs, and already knew the couple I played. So Monday he brought in a book, The Pinewoods International Collection selected by Tom Pixton and published by NightShade, and let me copy some examples. Try humming through this little number:

And here's another, much easier to play, but impressively in 22:

A little more chromaticism, and these melodies would look like I wrote them. From my readers' previous very informative debate, I know that some will object to the very notating of these traditional tunes, claiming that they can only be learned orally, and I reiterate the most relevant comment left by someone who knew this music:

[T]he Bulgarians DO NOT count out every "8th" or "16th" note while performing their music. They express them as long and short beats. They actively discourage trying to count it out, and expressed that the only way to hope to begin to play it accurately would be to feel the long and short beats.

Doubtless true, making the whole topic an excellent entrée into teaching students that there's more than one way to scope out rhythms, and entire societies in which consecutive beats are not assumed "steady," but can be different lengths. Helpfully, Pixton's edition marks out the underlying rhythm on the top left of each example. But since I do teach the blackboard theory class and am pretty reliant on notation, I'm thrilled to have more than just a couple of token examples of 7, 11, and 13 - and not only examples by weird avant-gardists like myself, but by normal people who play at weddings.

In fact, I've got to move to Greece or Bulgaria - out someplace where I can teach some real man's theory. I've had it up to here with this pusillanimous 2/4, and 3/4, and hidden fifths, and D# equalling Eb.

September 24, 2008 10:48 AM | Permalink | Comments (14) |

Cleaning Up a Life

John Cage's life is getting sorted out, but you need to pick and choose your sources. David Tudor and Morton Feldman were both Stefan Wolpe students, and nearly everyone says Cage met Tudor through Feldman, but actually (according to Tudor scholar John Holzaepfel), Tudor was also sometime accompanist for dancer Jean Erdman, in whose apartment Cage and Xenia ended up living when they first came to New York in 1942. (Cage and Feldman met January 26, 1950.) Cage knew Tudor first through Erdman.

Nearly everyone, including Cage, says that he met Robert Rauschenberg at Black

Mountain College. But Cage visited BMC twice in 1948, and didn't return until 1952. Meanwhile, Rauschenberg first came to BMC in 1949, and in 1951, Irwin Kremen (the dedicatee of 4'33") saw a Rauschenberg painting in Cage's apartment. Kremen and Rauschenberg biographer Walter Hopp are adamant that Cage met Rauschenberg in New York, where the latter had a big one-man show in fall 1951, which Cage attended. Nothing else makes sense. Laura Kuhn at the Cage Trust even says Rauschenberg returned to BMC in '52 at Cage's invitation, though I won't use that unless I find some documentary verification. (After all, I don't remember where I met Robert Carl, or how John Luther Adams and I first got in touch - that was over 20 years ago. Why trust Cage to have remembered?)

Cage told interviewer Thomas Hines, "You'll have trouble with me; I'm bad with dates," and that's the lord's truth. At one point Cage says he visited the anechoic chamber in the late '40s, and in Silence he credits it with having the latest up-to-date 1951 technology. Then, in "An Autobiographical Statement," he talks about the big theatrical "happening" at BMC (August 1952), says he went from there to Rhode Island and saw a synagogue where the audience was seated in the same configuration as at the happening, and from there he went to Cambridge and saw an anechoic chamber. The other references are vague, and this last is the only one that associates the anechoic chamber with datable events. But in the very next sentence, he mentions having written "A Composer's Confessions" (delivered February 1948) while he was studying with Suzuki. Suzuki arrived in America in late summer of 1950, started teaching at Columbia in 1952. None of Cage's misdatings seem in any way self-serving - who cares what year he saw the anechoic chamber? Although it does look like maybe he exaggerated his studies with Suzuki a little.

I guess this is real musicology, not the kind I'm used to doing. I'm used to the composer handing me the score, asking him or her a few questions, and publishing the results with little fear of contradiction, indeed little fear that anyone else will know what I'm talking about. Wiley Hitchcock kidded me because so many of the footnotes in my American Music book read "e-mail to the author." But this 4'33" book bristles with real academic footnotes, more than 100 in one chapter - I wish he were around to see it. Details are not my forte. Large scale patterns everyone else has missed are my forte. Luckily a phalanx of impressive Cage scholars have pounded the pavement to dig up the facts in recent years, and I'm their beneficiary. I just have to be careful to read long enough and in the right places, because so many well-known facts about Cage turn out not to be true.

September 23, 2008 6:50 AM | Permalink | Comments (5) |

Revising History

John Cage, in Silence:

While Meister Eckhart was alive, several attempts were made to excommunicate him... None of the trials against him was successful, for on each occasion he defended himself brilliantly. However, after his death, the attack was continued. Mute, Meister Eckhart was excommunicated. (p. 193)

In Meister Eckhart: The Essential Sermons, Commentaries, Treatises, and Defense (Mahwah, NJ, Paulist Press, 1981), medievalist scholar Edmund Colledge gives quite a different picture. Noting that one of Eckhart's "heresies" was a direct echo of St. Thomas Aquinas that the inquisitors should have recognized as such, he brings up

the problem of why Eckhart himself did not put up a better defense... The years... of paradox-spinning for the scandalized delight of larger but less critical and instructed audiences do not seem to have sharpened his wits... [W]e can perhaps detect signs of the apathetic fatigue experienced by an aging man, aware that he has not fulfilled his early promise and has exhausted his powers in his efforts to woo popular acclaim. (p. 14.)

Now I'm trying to figure out when Cage visited the anechoic chamber. Most people (including Cage) say 1951, but his own narrative also seems to imply that he left Black Mountain College (where he was in summer of 1952, not '51, and must have been until August 16, 1952, for a performance of Sonatas and Interludes), went to Rhode Island, thence to Cambridge for the Harvard anechoic chamber visit - and then wrote 4'33" for an August 29 performance! This is William Brooks's position, and it looks irrefutable.

I'm at the point at which every day I finish half of what's left of this book, but the final tiny pieces get harder and harder.

September 21, 2008 5:38 AM | Permalink | Comments (5) |

That Obscure Disc of Desire

One thing I could sure use before finishing this book on 4'33" is an obscure recording on the Korm Plastics label called 45'18" (Forty-five Minutes, Eighteen Seconds). It's a CD of nine versions of 4'33" by Thurston Moore, Keith Rowe, the Deep Listening Band, Voice Crack, and others. It doesn't seem to be available anywhere at the moment. Is there someone out there who could dupe me a copy, with program info? I'd gladly pay a reasonable price for a CDR. (I mean, I am paying basically for silence, but it's really important silence.)

One of the calmest afternoons I've had lately was spent doing a comparison of the various recordings of 4'33".

September 17, 2008 2:46 PM | Permalink | Comments (15) |

Musically At Home in the Land of Fountains and BBQ

Wow - I've hiked Arches, I've been hit by an 18-wheeler in Atoka, Oklahoma, I've ordered a steak in Lincoln, Nebraska, I've been photographed in a cowboy hat in the Badlands, I've scoured the Little Bighorn battlefield, and the Memphis pyramid and St. Louis arch are overly familiar landmarks for me, but somehow in all my travels across this country I seem to have missed Kansas City - postminimalism capitol of the world - until this week. I was down there lecturing at the conservatory at UMKC (Mikel Rouse, alumnus) and hearing the newEar ensemble play my Chicago Spiral, and most of all scoping out the place with my co-director David McIntire for next year's minimalism conference. What a clean, affluent looking city! Fountain city of America, boasting more big fountains than any world city beside Rome, and they were everywhere. I had no idea there was an art museum as impressive as the Kemper between Philadelphia and California south of Chicago. But what excited me most was the enthusiasm for minimalism and its offshoots at UMKC, and the expert grad-student/faculty crew David has assembled to get things rolling.

We've got grad student Jedd Schneider, singer and musicologist, who's written an analytical paper on M.C. Maguire's A Short History of Lounge, and whose contribution to the conference will be a paper on the operas of Michael Gordon. We've got Scott Unrein, the Harold Budd of the midwest, who keeps coming up with minimalist CDs I didn't know existed. We've got pianist Andy Lee, who's playing music by Bill Duckworth. We've got musicologist Andrew Granade, who's writing a book on how Harry Partch's hobo years, and the image of the hobo in American culture, influenced Partch's music. Most amazing of all, the UMKC conservatory has a brand-new dean, conductor Peter Witte (only three weeks on the job), who reads my blog (hi, Peter!) and who knew about this conference even before he applied for the job, and who's fully committed to it. What a cast. And David and I are such Virgil Thomson freaks (he's promised to show me the great man's grave an hour north of KC) that we joked all week about how we were going to slip a panel about Virgil onto the program.

I also met amazing electronic composer/motorcycle enthusiast Paul Rudy, whom students had raved about to me, and who shares my penchant for native American spirituality. Paul makes incredibly beautiful music from musical tones and environmental sounds of widely varying recognizability, and I've uploaded his CD-length work In lake'ch* (Mayan for "I am another yourself") to PostClassic Radio. Paul and I devoutly agreed that there's no line between art and entertainment, and that all good art is entertaining - though he holds the theory, which impressed me, that art = entertainment + ambiguity; in other words, if it's completely unambiguous, it's merely entertainment, but the more ambiguity you add in, the more the listener has to mentally participate to parse what's going on, the more it becomes art. I like it.

And so now I'm so charged up that it kills me that the conference is still a year away. We're featuring Charlemagne Palestine, Tom Johnson, my old friend Robert Carl (keynote speaker, having freshly completed a book on In C), and Mikel Rouse. I spend a lot of time feeling like my view of music is a minority within a minority within a minority, but some of my gigs out there in the heartland lately have made me think that, actually, much of America and I are right in sync, and it's only the dying Northeast that's nostalgically gazing into the past. We talked a lot all week about how, if you're a composer who made out like a bandit in the world of orchestral modernism, then of course you cling to modernism with all your might. But if you didn't really make it in that world - and a lot of those composers ended up out west in KC and other less visible places - you just shrug, move on, and stay abreast of the times. As Paul Rudy said, "We're going through a big paradigm shift, and I want to be on the front end of that shift, not the back end." Amen to that. Still, also at UMKC are orchestral star Chen Yi and high-tech composer Jim Mobberley, whom David credits with for department's incredibly open-minded aesthetic attitudes. There was also independent KC composer Brad Fowler (hi Brad!), whose music I haven't heard yet, but look forward to. Suffice it to say that for a few days I was surrounded by simpatico aesthetic allies, a situation I could never get here in the Hudson Valley. I felt more at home than I have in years. This minimalism conference is going to be an incredible trip.

*By the way, I've also been adding other new music to PostClassic Radio lately by Joseph Pehrson, Stephen Scott's Bowed Piano Ensemble, Rodney Sharman, Carl Stone, the Rara Avis Duo, Mark Hagerty, Guy Klucevsek, Cynthia Folio, James Tenney, and Bernard Gann. If you haven't listened lately, lots o' new content.

September 14, 2008 9:06 PM | Permalink | Comments (4) |

Browning on the Sonata

In my Sonata class I play the first movement of a sonata by Baldessare Galuppi, and then I read my second-favorite Robert Browning poem, A Toccata of Galuppi's. Along with Richard Wilbur's C Minor, it's one of my favorite music poems ever written:

I
Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find!
I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf and blind;
But although I take your meaning, 'tis with such a heavy mind!
II
Here you come with your old music, and here's all the good it brings.
What, they lived once thus at Venice where the merchants were the kings,
Where Saint Mark's is, where the Doges used to wed the sea with rings?
III
Ay, because the sea's the street there; and 'tis arched by... what you call...
Shylock's bridge with houses on it, where they kept the carnival:
I was never out of England--it's as if I saw it all.
IV
Did young people take their pleasure when the sea was warm in May?
Balls and masks begun at midnight, burning ever to mid-day,
When they made up fresh adventures for the morrow, do you say?
V
Was a lady such a lady, cheeks so round and lips so red,--
On her neck the small face buoyant, like a bell-flower on its bed,
O'er the breast's superb abundance where a man might base his head?
VI
Well, and it was graceful of them--they'd break talk off and afford
--She, to bite her mask's black velvet--he, to finger on his sword,
While you sat and played Toccatas, stately at the clavichord?
VII
What? Those lesser thirds so plaintive, sixths diminished, sigh on sigh,
Told them something? Those suspensions, those solutions--"Must we die?"
Those commiserating sevenths--"Life might last! we can but try!
VIII
"Were you happy?" --"Yes."--"And are you still as happy?"--"Yes. And you?"
-- "Then, more kisses!"--"Did I stop them, when a million seemed so few?"
Hark, the dominant's persistence till it must be answered to!
IX
So, an octave struck the answer. Oh, they praised you, I dare say!
"Brave Galuppi! that was music! good alike at grave and gay!
"I can always leave off talking when I hear a master play!"
X
Then they left you for their pleasure: till in due time, one by one,
Some with lives that came to nothing, some with deeds as well undone,
Death stepped tacitly and took them where they never see the sun.
XI
But when I sit down to reason, think to take my stand nor swerve,
While I triumph o'er a secret wrung from nature's close reserve,
In you come with your cold music till I creep thro' every nerve.
XII
Yes, you, like a ghostly cricket, creaking where a house was burned:
"Dust and ashes, dead and done with, Venice spent what Venice earned.
"The soul, doubtless, is immortal--where a soul can be discerned.
XIII
"Yours for instance: you know physics, something of geology,
"Mathematics are your pastime; souls shall rise in their degree;
"Butterflies may dread extinction,--you'll not die, it cannot be!
XIV
"As for Venice and her people, merely born to bloom and drop,
"Here on earth they bore their fruitage, mirth and folly were the crop:
"What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
XV
"Dust and ashes!" So you creak it, and I want the heart to scold.
Dear dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the gold
Used to hang and brush their bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old.

Browning slightly misspells Galuppi's first name, and his mention of "sixths diminished" is musically inaccurate - some musician should have told him it should have been "sixths augmented," and he would have been musically perfect. As an eloquent Romantic statement on the cold superficiality of the 18th-century Rococo, it is deliciously insightful.

My favorite Browning poem, of course, is Bishop Blougram's Apology. It comes from the tiny Republican center in the bottom of my liberal brain, and makes the world, as it is, a touch more palatable.

September 10, 2008 11:08 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) |

Up to Date in KC, No. 2

For the next few days I'll be in Kansas City. I'm giving a couple of lectures to historians and composers at the University of Missouri, and on Saturday evening, 8 PM (with a preconcert talk at 7:15), the town's premiere new music ensemble newEar is performing my 1991 work Chicago Spiral. The concert's at All-Souls Unitarian Universalist Church, 4501 Walnut Street. Also on the program are Wayne Siegel's delightful Jackdaw, three pieces from David Lang's Child, Imanaka by very talented young Kansas City composer Scott Unrein, and Mysterious Numbers, a beautiful orchestra piece by William Duckworth. Quite the postminimalist program. And I'll be planning out next year's minimalism conference with my codirector David McIntire.

September 10, 2008 9:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) |

Compliment from the Grave

Please pardon my self-indulgence in mentioning this, but musicologist Dragana Stojanovic-Novicic sends me an excerpt from a letter she found in the Paul Sacher Stiftung from Nancarrow to Charles Amirkhanian, and she insists that I blog it. It says,

I forgot to tell you, Kyle Gann is going to do my biography. Before I went to Germany he was here for a few days and we had a very pleasant visit. I had never heard of him before, but he brought a cassette of his music, and apart from being very simpatico he is a very good composer.

It's especially gratifying because, when I visited him for the second time in 1989, he had on his coffee table a copy of the Ear magazine in which a Downtown composer who deserves to remain nameless excoriated me viciously for two full pages as a lousy, irredeemably conservative critic. (Conlon didn't subscribe to Ear, they sent him a complimentary subscription.) This heals that wound. It's good to learn, so many years later, that I earned Conlon's respect as a musician after all.

I've always had contempt for the practice of those composers who, getting a compliment in a private letter from a famous composer, trumpet it in their press releases as though it was a public recommendation. So you'll never see this quote anywhere again. But in my blog, I can say what I want.

September 10, 2008 9:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) |

The Right to Steal Shall Not Be Abridged

Occasionally teaching is indeed its own reward, even discounting the involvement of the students. This semester I'm teaching my Advanced Analysis Seminar, which I'm devoting to minimalist and postminimalist music (partly in advance of my postminimalism book, partly in anticipation of next September's minimalism conference). The idea of the seminar is that we work on pieces I haven't yet analyzed myself, so that instead of me telling them ex cathedra what I already know, we all go through the discovery process together, and they watch me do what I do when I analyze music, both fumbling around and flashes of insight. And they help me, their brains being newer and quicker than mine. Classically minimalist music is, of course, fairly easy to parse, though we have to come up with our own methods to represent its procedures and figure out how perception and process interrelate. And today we were working on Einstein on the Beach, of which I bought the score earlier in the year.

And man, what a blast. Whenever I go through a piece of music I know well with the score for the first or second time, my opinion of the piece either rises or falls somewhat, depending on what I start to perceive in the piece once I fully realize what's going on. Einstein was a vastly important piece from my youth, and while I always loved sections of it, my opinion of the whole has risen noticeably this week. (I had an opposite experience with Glass's later opera The Voyage, a more tedious work than I'd remembered.) Today we went through the "Train" scene in about an hour and a half, and broke it down into an A A' B A" B form - it's the most complex scene from the opera, bringing together two of the recurring chord progressions (there are only about five in the whole four-hour work), as well as running ostinatos of different lengths together, Totalist style - which I may have to start calling Minimalist style. There's a returning transitional passage ("x") between the other sections, so it's really A x A' x B x A" x B, and the three A sections all fall into the same material after awhile, but start out with a different additive-process buildup. (The B sections recur in the final "Spaceship" scene.) In short, the form is both musically logical and satisfyingly intuitive. We had a similar experience with Reich's Music for Mallet Instruments, Voices, and Organ, and I'm not even going to tell you where I got that rare score - one of the prettiest pieces ever made. Much as I love so much minimalist repertoire, I somehow don't expect it to excel in the intuition department, and I'm being pleasantly surprised.

And now I'm pissed off as hell that I had to wait until age 52 to get a score to Einstein, a piece I'd been obsessed with since I was 22. I was wearing out my vinyl discs of this piece nonstop in 1978, and a score should have been available for sale at Patelson's by 1980, so I could have learned all of Glass's (and Reich's) formal tricks before I embarked on my professional career. Instead, I find out that I correctly stole some of their ideas by ear, but there were some other neat formulas that I didn't realize were there. It's criminal that great music can't pass in score form to younger composers within a few years. And it's why I put nearly all my scores up as PDFs on my web site: I refuse to catapult any ideas out into the world without facilitating their immediate theft by young (or older) composers. I may not have any ideas anyone wants to rip off, but I'll be damned if I'm going to squirrel them away out of reach.

September 9, 2008 8:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (4) |

Too Many Pitches in Urbana

I only learned today that innovative young microtonalist Jacob Barton is playing my keyboard sampler piece Fugitive Objects tonight at a microtonal marathon at the Red Herring Coffeehouse in Urbana, Illinois between 8 PM and 1 AM. It's happening as I write. Also on the program, according to Jacob: "Three Short Poems" set in 7-limit just intonation by Paul Kotheimer, some 17-equal songs accompanied by the çümbüs, a sort of Turkish banjo, and a minimalist jam "In Something Else" (In C but different phrases). Sounds wild.

September 5, 2008 10:29 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) |

Scholarly Confirmation Requested

Everyone knows that Gita Sarabhai gave to John Cage the definition of the purpose of music that her teacher had given her: "to quiet the mind and render it susceptible to divine influences." And everyone knows that Cage found confirmation for this definition in the fact that his friend Lou Harrison found the same words in a 1676 publication by the lutenist Thomas Mace. But I've been through just about all of Mace's Musick's Monument, his only treatise on music and his only book published that year, and I can't find any such words. I haven't yet plowed through all the practical sections on playing the lute, admittedly, but Mace is so verbose, so rarely concise, that no such pointed phrase seems possible in his style. The closest I've found is his statement that, listening to an organ,

I was so transported and wrapt up into High Contemplations that there was no room left in my whole Man, viz., Body, Soul and Spirit for anything below Divine and Heavenly Raptures.

Also, Mace was such a minor figure, a humorless, deaf, 63-year-old singing clerk at Cambridge trying to buttress the then-moribund art of lute playing against the vicissitudes of fashion, that even could I find such a phrase I can't imagine seeing it as much more than a piffling coincidence - it's not like he was a major philosophical figure of Baroque music with any authority. And now I'm starting to imagine Harrison and Cage sitting in rapt discussion with Gita Sarabhai, and Lou saying casually, "Why, that's similar to something that Thomas Mace said," whence - fwoosh! - it flies into the Cage mythology and assumes a significance all out of proportion to the source. Am I missing something? Does anyone have a more specific citation? The literature on Mace and that on Cage and Harrison don't seem to intersect at all, and I can't find that anyone has ever looked into it.

And while I'm at it, happy birthday, John.

UPDATE: I found an article by Austin Clarkson, "The Intent of the Musical Moment: John Cage and the Impersonal," that traces half the phrase to one passage in Mace and the other half to another. Obviously Cage was free to accept whatever definition of music appealed to him, but it's odd that he would have put so much stress on such a weak, tangential source. Or perhaps what's odd is that, all his life, he collected sources (in Thoreau, Suzuki, Norman O. Brown, and on and on) for the things he wanted to say himself.

September 5, 2008 12:16 PM | Permalink | Comments (5) |

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