Igor Ballereau, Frottola

November 30, 2008

In college I sought out the very dense: James Dillon’s quartets, seemingly shaped by some invisible, torrential rush — Harrison Birtwistle’s chattering parades — Ligeti’s maniacal machines — Schnittke’s overripe pomp and savagery — Messiaen’s overpowering electricity. Esthetically, I aspired to be devastated. Intellectually, I was imagining a viscous, physical music shaped by unseen turbulence, in which density was necessary to describe and reveal those forces in higher resolution.

But I am lately drawn toward what might be called music of abegnation. I tentatively include Feldman for his infinite patience and Scelsi for his holy focus, but the Webern-Kurtag line is more central. The Webern/Viennese Trinity narrative is pretty well cemented, so I won’t dwell on it. Webern’s example is the musical aphorism – brief, spare. Kurtag’s pieces tend to be even shorter and leaner, while pushing the expressive range to extremes; it is music written not with a pencil but a scalpel.

And I have just discovered Frottola by Igor Ballereau.

Frottola is a setting of a poem by Michelangelo, for string trio, voice, piano, chimes (and, I might add, microphone). Here, the aphoristic event — an utterance followed by a pause for reflection and reverberation — becomes the rhetorical unit of a larger language. Each event is scarcely longer than an exhalation, a tiny universe of perhaps only five or nine notes. The intervening pauses tend to be equally long, and equally significant. Sound, for Ballereau, is not the rebuttal of silence, but rather its preparation. And silence has never been so ravishing.

It is slow music. But the regularity of the sound/silence cycle does establish some inertia, even though the pulse is far too slow to feel metrically. Each moment is separated from the next, but not isolated. On multiple listens, large-scale phrasing can be discerned. There are also connections across the gap — a single interval repeated or a line suggested is, in this microphonic world, grammatically conjunctive, and an epiphany for the listener. Clear relationships between details make this music legible and compelling; instruments dovetail, echo, complement and continue each other. There is so little going on, and so much to notice.

Singer Jody Pou is perfect — the kind of performer that makes one want to compose. The strings and piano have almost super-human sensitivity; each note is cared for, and played as if fully understood. The recording itself is exquisite.

Ballereau has distilled the musical aphorism down to moments of intense detail and focus. But, more importantly, he has formed it into a language that can be meaningfully sustained over a long period of time. Frottola elevates the ‘pregnant pause’ from melodramatic cliche to its own modality, a clearing for deep and sumptuous communication.

Frottola by Igor Ballereau
Voice, Jody Pou
Piano, Emily Manzo
Chimes, Joe Bergen
Violin, Calvin Wiersma
Viola, Danielle Farina
Cello, Chris Gross

You can listen to Frottola and several other pieces by Ballereau at SHSK’H.

Marc antonio Modaro

October 14, 2008

I’m wild about Marc’antonio Modaro’s piano etudes. There’s something bewitching about the harmonies that I can’t figure out. Give them a listen:

The ‘emancipation of the dissonance‘ required an avoidance of functional tonal structures. Twelve notes ‘in relation only to each other‘ tend to all sound ‘ok,’ freeing composers to explore other dimensions. But notes in relation to a triad sound, variously, welcome, unnecessary, or mistaken.

Plenty of composers mixed the two, but it takes a lot of care to go beyond simple ‘wrong note’ cuteness, or non-functional free counterpoint. Much 20th c. American music is as muddy as the Mississippi to my ear because of this.

Chromatic music can arise from within tonality and thereby maintain some functional logic. Late Romantic music arrived at extreme chromaticism through voice-leading. Jazz gets away with upper-structure dissonances (the same chords, just farther) by anchoring them in meat-and-potatoes circle-of-5ths root motion.

I’m still wrapping my ears around it, but I think Modaro presents another way entirely. Every note seems to fit in the harmony rather than stick out of it — it is in turns triadic and wildly chromatic — and it moves so smoothly between them that I never get a ‘wrong note’ feeling. Maybe its the strength of his patterns, or the persuasion of his playing. But there’s got to be something about his harmony too… I can’t figure it out. I’d love to study with him.

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Kagel

September 25, 2008

I don’t have much to say about the passing of Mauricio Kagel. Most of his music is still ahead of me. But I spent weeks on the little I’ve heard, de Leeuw/Schoenberg’s Ensemble’s recording of some of die Stücke de Windrose, and it changed me. I think of it as crayon music — primitive in the best sense — courageously broad strokes, playful, unafraid to rub the notes against each other, and unafraid (as I am) by density and drama.

The opening of Sudwesten is vivid in my mind; a loose, funky bass and drum game, and then the strings, either lyrical or rigid as a ballet chorus, sweep in, displacing our relationship to the underlying meter. It is the kind of music that makes me want to give up my Big Ideas and just sit at the page, whimsy liberated by patience, and dream up worlds.

Tristero: History

September 22, 2008

Here’s one of my favorite tracks from Tristero’s first record:

History

[with their permission]

 
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Austin, Tristero, Mother Falcon

September 17, 2008
old times

old times

I made it out of Houston before Ike hit, and have spent the last few days back in Austin where I grew up. This picture, taken several summers ago (or was it a warm winter?), looks like promo for a band that never existed. I wish it had. Maurice, with the bottle, and Jacob, on the bottom right, have been making terrific music with Tristero for years. Their pop front is tight and persuasive, but supporting it is a sense of scale, space and drama that can be breathtaking. Maurice and Danny Cohen both sing and write songs, and speak as a range of characters and points of view. That’s what I find most compelling about Tristero; they’ve grown a world as literature might, with ambitious experiments that both push outward and tie back to the source. Last I heard they were in Santa Fe recording a new record. I can’t wait to hear it.

Nick, with the sunglasses, played with Tristero for a while, but has a new project that knocks my socks off: Mother Falcon. I saw them at Taza Fresca last week, and in a living room concert a few weeks ago, and both were revelations — music that got in my heart, made me happy without making me feel icky at the same time! I can’t encourage them enough. Guitarist and second singer Claire Puckett (youngest sister of Matt) has written some terrific songs herself, and I’ve called first dibs to do the arrangements.

Another guy in this community I’ve been impressed by: Chase. Good songs, good performer. Keep it up! I’m looking forward to the next time.

Best wishes to all of you.

[where: Austin,TX]