Dear friends. I guess the right thing to do would post too yet another photo of Pierre Boulez who died a couple of days ago.
But his image and personality, and, at least in my youth, his music, already have been lingering in my mind and life for so long, that I refuse to do now the right thing. He was a man who considered himself always to be right. Though the notion that something might be right in arts, and in music specifically, seems to be something very fishy to me… Even recently he still managed to say that people working with tonality are wrong and loosing their time. Which is equally absurd as other people stating that ‘contemporary classical’ music has no future…
Everyone has to hew his or her way in the bedrock upon which our music currently thrives.
To me, music seems to be -oxymoron alert!- the incorporeal embodiment of doubt. Personal doubt. Which eggs one on, endlessly. In search of new ways of expressing what wants to be expressed. Is it new? Who cares. Is it new for oneself, or at least refreshing, might be much more to the point.
Three days ago, I was very relieved and, let’s be honest, happy with my 19th sonata.
Today I’m even much more happy that new doubts corner this initial happiness. Something is amiss in this piece that must be searched for by other means those tried out in this particular work.
This very morning I had a meeting about the reboot of the Carbon Fixation project. I think the ‘right’ questions were asked by those people attending the brainstorming. Only questions linger in my mind. Questions which has nothing to do with right or wrong, good or bad, tonal or atonal, popular of elitist. In 2017 there will be a performance by Hardscore. There will be music. There will be images. There will be a female singer. There will be a kind of staging. To what end?
To tell a story of how another kind of revolution, which more or less coincided with the big revolutions in classical contemporary music. Powered by the same urge to raze the walls raised by the rightly scared generation which had to survive the Second World War. Paradoxically symbolized by as well a flower as a VW van, this quest for automotive freedom got stuck in the current gridlock.
Each new idea needs oxygen. To produce oxygen, carbon fixation is nature’s way. But our fixation upon all things ‘hydro carbonically’ induced might lead to one of these catastrophic events of which anyone can predict its outcome.
May the answer my friends, ring in a gentle, and fresher wind. And excuse my ‘naïvité’ 🙂