But. At this point I now have my first 10 album reviews submitted for MusicWeb under my belt, and that seems like a good time to pause and reflect. I’m not exactly superstitious about my Numbers, but they tend to feel important to me. This is also my 85th weekly post, which makes it about 600 days of this Substack… Seems like a lot of benchmarks are coming together. Can’t ignore that, right?

But anyways, why should you care about the process, methods, problems, and thoughts of someone who’s only reviewed 10 albums so far? That’s a great question. Here’s what I was thinking:

1. The master often forgets the struggles he had as a novice

2. But there are more novices than masters

3. So it’s reasonably useful for 1 novice to share with the others what they are currently learning

Second question: Surely I’ve done more than 10 album reviews, actually, because many of them are here on this very Substack?

Well, yes, but before I became a MusicWeb Reviewer, my main source for finding new music was trawling various review sites. If I undertook to write up an album here, 19 times out of 20 it had already been reviewed elsewhere, and I was either giving my own, different take, or disagreeing with the extant review, or contributing my agreement. What I do now is rather different: listening to albums for which I cannot I cannot find reviews (or, if there are some, they usually consist of quotations in press releases) and building something original. Not that one is better than the other, and I do truly consider my album reviews here to have been excellent preparation, but I do feel that I have written something different here.

In case you’re curious, here is my published archive on MWI: https://musicwebinternational.com/tag/acg/

Some are still in the pipeline, so, when I say I’ve had 10 submitted, that’s what I mean.

If you’re curious about how I go about reviewing things— either because you’re interested in trying classical music reviews yourself (you should!) or you’re interested in the art of reviewing and want to apply it to something else (you should also do this!) here is my process. Ten things I’ve learned about reviewing classical music albums, with, uh, I don’t know, like, stock photos of…Anteaters. I guess. That’s what we’re gonna do.

1 - A lot of the work happens in just ‘keeping up’

They’re recording a lot of classical music, out there. And there is not really a centralized source for it all. Much like an anteater might be ‘subscribed’ to several ant-hills at the same time, a reviewer must submit themselves to a deluge of record label email press releases and announcements. Sometimes these are for far in the future, sometimes they’re telling you about something that’s been out for months. Sometimes the top half is an elaborate paean for what the label considers the most important new release, and the one you’d actually find most interesting is ‘hidden’ in a list along the bottom.

I have not found a great system for dealing with this yet. Honestly, it adds a fair bit of the difficulty into the process, although, not an un-fun difficulty. Occasionally I will set aside a time to go through my recent emails, jot down names of albums that look ‘interesting’, and give them a good sample. Not necessarily listening all the way through, but giving it enough time to develop. Often that really does mean listening all the way through, it must be said. And most of these just end up not interesting me QUITE enough for a review.

This spills into my second point, below, but…I know that I could review something that strikes me as kind of “meh”, but it never feels like a good use of time for me, when I know if I keep pushing, keep pulling up new records, and keep listening attentively…

2 - If you have choice, let it jump out at you

An old anteater proverb says, “the tastiest ant is the one for whom you wait.” I am not in the position of being assigned albums that I must review; I have free rein to pick just about anything I fancy. So I’m not interested in settling for albums that I dislike, or even feel lukewarm about, or even love but in a fairly uninteresting way. I have the luxury of waiting until something really strikes me as interesting, unique, or thought-provoking, and I do think this helps a lot with the art of writing reviews. Any time I have tried to not do this, I find myself stalled: unable to write anything good. Now, part of me worries that this is actually holding me back long-term. I should develop that skill.

Most advice on writing says to work independently of inspiration. I am in no position to disagree with the infinite authors who have said this, and I suspect it’s probably true. It would probably be a good exercise for me eventually to pick something I don’t care for. But for now, I do keep finding albums that surprise me and are worthy of bringing to peoples’ attention, and that gives me all the inspiration I need to work diligently at the actual writing itself.

But don’t confuse ‘jumping out at you’ with any sort of instant process in the writing itself. I usually find myself 80% of the way through an album AT LEAST before I go: Yes, this is interesting, I have ideas to write about this. Your mileage may vary, but it might be worthwhile thinking about this sort of balance between persistence and inspiration.

3 - Decide on an angle rather than an opinion

This is obvious, in a sense, but it comprises a lot of the total brainwork used in reviewing. ‘This album is good’, ‘this album is okay’, ‘this album is interesting’: these all make for useless reviews. Certainly I am guilty of failing to go beyond this sometimes, but that’s just because it’s genuinely very difficult. I do love the music I review, and I want other listeners to know that it’s good, so that they go out and enjoy it. A lot of the way we experience music is as ‘a good time’. For evidence of this, by the way, take a look at any subreddit on music. It drives me crazy watching a 200+ comment chain that’s just like…

• Tame Impala underrated, bro

• Nah, they’re washed, fam

• Last album GOAT, dude

• Actually I find that objectively speaking they’re overrated but subjectively they’re underrated because it’s good, to me, kind stranger

No one knows what they’re saying, or even what they’re arguing about, because the terms they use about music are void, empty, meaningless!

The wise anteater knows that the way to get the most delicious ants is to find the ideal entrance into the hill. He will snuffle around, trying out different gaps, holes, and tunnels, until he finds the sweet spot. You should do the same.

There is not necessarily a formula for developing an angle. It might be “this album is good at this particular musical feature, but less so at this other feature,” it might concern authenticity, it might focus on the role of certain soloists or ensembles, production values, programming, instrument choice, how it slots into the competition…If I knew how to regularly and consistently do this, I’d feel pretty confident as a reviewer, but as it is, the trapeze act of writing is sitting down to an un-listened-to album and going, “What, out of all possible things that could be said, will I say?”

4 - Write while listening; also, write while not listening

A little trick I’ve picked up, although, you all can tell me whether this useful or not for you. I try to both work on the review while consciously listening to the album, and when I’m consciously not listening to anything but silence, and recalling the album. What I find is that there are some realizations I have about the music that I can only process in silence, and there are others that come to me as I’m trying to produce words at the same time as I’m listening to it. And to be clear, I’m not talking about any background or biographical sections of the review here. I can be listening to anything when I’m doing that. This is really about trying to describe the music proper.

Streaming has made it very easy to skip back and forth: to sample one particular ‘section’ of a given movement or another. But I don’t want that fact to overwrite the experience of listening overall, the transitional sections, extra material, the bits that I was less excited by, etc. In the same way, I don’t my thoughts or emotional investment while listening to obscure any insights I have from a slightly more removed stance. So: do it both ways. This seems like a good compromise to me.

For an anteater, the taste of an ant is freshest when it is being eaten; but the aftertaste is just as important to recall later on. I would even argue that the more ‘contrasting’ pairs you can work into your review-style, the better, but I’m not sure I know any others yet.

5 - The comparanda are the hardest part

Listening is comparative. It really always is. Perhaps this is more obvious when you’re listening to a warhorse, a work solidly in the repertory, but I sort of think it’s always true. Let’s stick to that idea of the canon, for a second. Sure, this Eroica sounds dramatic and surging, but the Eroica IS dramatic and surging, isn’t it? I mean, unless something’s gone tragically wrong with this conductor… So, but, are you sure you’re actually discussing this performance? At the same time, reviews that think entirely in terms of comparisons can get a little exhausting. Pretend, for the sake of argument, that I don’t have near-perfect recall of the 12-15 other recordings of Beethoven’s third symphony that have occurred to you: can I still follow your review? Are you sure?

I mostly focus on relatively unknown music, either newly composed or somewhat ignored, so I get to avoid some of this. But by no means all! Listeners want to know where a given piece ‘fits in’ to the world of music, especially if they don’t recognize the name. Does this sound like Bach, or Stockhausen, or Rossini? What are other composers, works, or genres are ‘in dialogue’ with this one? I listen to a lot of music, but this remains by far the most frustrating part: what activates my ‘memory’ lobe (if that is, indeed, a part of the brain) feels outside of good analysis. Even with my own reviews, I’ll sometimes realize, long after posting, “I should have mentioned this other composer! That’s who it really sounds like!”

Knowing the fine-grained distinctions between two flavors of ant is the mark of a connoisseur anteater; but who can remember every hill he’s ever feasted upon? Sometimes you just have to do your best and throw your darts at the board, to really, really mix our metaphors.

6 - If there’s a concept that you cannot get across, it’s usually going to work out fine if you just skip it

I’m flying in the face of quite a lot of writing advice, again, which preaches persistence and so on, but, frankly, I have not found blind persistence to yield the best writing results. Let me distinguish two different types of writers block. In the first case, I know more or less what I have to say, but I’m struggling to find the apt words, metaphor, or framing. In that case: keep at it! You’ll break through, and the reward will be sweet. You might try ‘swimming’ (setting a timer and just free writing, never backspacing or deleting). There is a second case, though, which is where I feel that I have some sort of vague ‘concept’ I’d really like to be able to express, but the more I stare at it, the more it refuses to take definite shape.

Give it up! Throw it away! Every single time this has happened to me so far, I’ve come to realize it’s because the idea itself is actually indefinite and thus, not super interesting. And the more you bang your head against a brick wall, the more frustrated you will become. Even if you make yourself succeed here, you will not like the thing you set down, because it will be vague. Instead, I try to take the radical opposite position: ignore the ‘concept’, and start describing something simple and concrete; write something basic but correct. I don’t know if I’m unique here, or if other people feel the same way, but I sometimes find that the basic, ‘concrete’ thing actually gets at that vague, indefinite concept in an even better way than what I thought I wanted to write.

Any anteater knows that most anthills will have a few ‘false tunnels’. No matter how hard to stick your proboscis in, you will not find any ants. There is no shame in giving up and moving around to a second entrance.

7 - Repetition and awkward flaw are almost inevitable

The thing about music is that often it will just sort of be a certain way. And so descriptors will occur to you more than once. I have never yet written a review where I didn’t realize I was saying the same thing in more than one spot. And, to an extent, this isn’t a terrible thing. Repetition, as Adam Neely says, legitimizes. An introduction to Bruckner that only uses the word ‘epic’ once is sort of underselling things. So, I don’t necessarily run away screaming from all repetition. However, variation is the lifeblood of good writing. The spice of life, you might say. The anteater who only ever eats carpenter ants is missing the cayenne-like zing of fire ants, and so on.

Similar to this is my problem with flow. Often I will write sentences in isolation because I am trying to express something specific with each one of them. Once I get that point done, I move on. This leads to a writing style I sometimes jokingly call Police Report writing:

The piece opens with a loud crescendo. Then, there is a minor key theme. It sounds wistful. Then, the brass enters playing a chorale. It is very exciting. After that, the strings play the melody. Then there is a flute solo. The music is very calm. Then,…

Horrendous. And yet, difficult to avoid. Music is chronologically linear, after all, so what would you prefer: starting with the coda and working backwards? As much as I do my best to stamp this out by restructuring sentences, traces remain, because you have to go in order. Solving this involves, essentially, availing yourself of all the hues and pigments of the English language. I would also encourage writers to not be worried about flow at first. That’s very, very much a Draft #3 or #4 question.

8 - Edit via checklist (gnothi seauton)

In the temple of anteater-Delphi, the center of anteater-oracles in ancient anteater civilization, a number of maxims were set up. One was gnothi seauton , which my spellchecker really wants to be Gnocchi Season (which would be Autumn, I'd say, while we’re on the subject). Gnothi seauton means “know yourself” or, “know thyself” if you’re feeling fancy. In order to successfully harvest their ant meals, anteaters must know thy(m?)selves: what usually makes them stumble, confused, or get bitten— what trouble they run into particularly out on a jaunt.

Never does this feel more apt to me than in editing. There are some things I don’t usually struggle with when I’m doing a formal review. I don’t know, things like, mixing up homophones, comma splices, dangling modifiers, subject-verb disagreement. I’m a lot more casual on my Substack, but, when I turn on all 10% of my brain, I can sail through all that with ease.

You know what kills me? Having too many exclamation marks. Forgetting which French words have which accent where. Not putting spaces before em-dashes.

My point is that editing would take a punishingly long time if I tried to remember every single rule. Instead I try to focus on the ones that I know I am especially weak to, and trust that if I’ve written the occasional run-on, it won’t ruin the whole review. But I know myself enough to know what to look for, when I re-read, and that helps streamline the editing process a bit.

9 - You’ll hate it when it’s up (somewhat)

No one ever likes the way their voice sounds on record, do they? Similarly, seeing my published reviews (and all of my previous Substack articles, except for 1 of them) fills me with a sense of dread and shame. Nevertheless, for some weird reason, I keep doing this. Huh. What’s that about? That can’t be good.

What I will recommend, though, is, as much as possible, blow past that feeling. Just ignore it. If we all feel that way—and I think most of us do—then no one should. It’s just one of those feelings you have to learn to ignore, like existential dread or random pains in your body that WebMD thinks is a sign of a very serious condition but honestly your insurance isn’t up to all that. (For my non-American readers, “…is a very serious condition but honestly you don’t want to spend 14 years waiting for A&E”.)

Something that I always tell my students is that, when writing an essay, you liking it or not has almost nothing to do with how successful an essay it is. Sometimes a piece will have taken so much labored effort that all you can see is the fissures joining one painful idea to the next, and it looks to you, the author, like a Frankenstein’s monster. The reader sails smoothly along, enlightened by your wisdom. On the other hand, and much more embarrassingly, sometimes you’ll have a whale of a time writing something, but it’s too much of your own personality to actually impart anything substantial to your reader: it speaks in the language inside your head, rather than communicating. A good example of this would be this very Substack article that you are currently reading. Sorry about that.

I haven’t come up with an anteater analogy for this one, but that’s probably because they don’t really do anything, so.

10 -Read other reviewers as a writer

For baby anteaters to learn the art and the craft of ant-eating, they must spend several sessions journeying out to the hills with mama. I mean, one assumes. I don’t really know the first damned thing about anteaters and I really cannot tell you why I made them such an integral part of this article. But that’s the sort of thing that’s generally true out in nature, isn’t it?

It’s so obvious it almost goes without saying—almost. Writing is a craft. Of course you have to read. Read widely, too: but also read reviews. Have reviewers you like. Have reviewers you like but cannot bring yourself to emulate for whatever reason. The goal here is not to copy, but to break down and analyze.

What I am describing is not just reading reviews and critiquing them, but entering a specific mindset: “I am a writer, reading this for the writing of it.” Sometimes I find when I do this, I have no idea what they wrote about, at least, not consciously. I am looking at how they conveyed ideas, how they linked concepts together, how they described the music and introduced comparisons. Then, there’s a second where my brain plays the dial-up modem sound effect and I go, “Oh, right, this was a review of Verdi’s Traviata with Lisette Oropesa.” — but at the front of my mind is a sense for how their writing worked.

One could go crazy doing only this, but luckily, I don’t think anyone recommends that. Just as anteaters will also eat grubs, fruit, and bird eggs in addition to ants, well…you know. You get the picture.

SOCRATES: But how did you come to have this skill about Homer only, and not about Hesiod or the other poets? Does not Homer speak of the same themes which all other poets handle? (…)
ION: Yes, Socrates; but not in the same way as Homer.
SOCRATES: What, in a worse way?
ION: Yes, in a far worse.
SOCRATES: And Homer in a better way?
ION: He is incomparably better!
SOCRATES: And yet surely, my dear friend Ion, in a discussion about mathematics, where many people are speaking, and one speaks better than the rest, there is somebody who can judge which of them is the good speaker?
ION: Yes.
SOCRATES: And he who judges of the good will be the same as he who judges of the bad speakers?
ION: The same person.
SOCRATES: And he would be a mathematician?
ION: Yes.
(…)
SOCRATES: The reason for this all, my friend, is obvious. No one can fail to see that you speak of Homer without any art or knowledge.

Plato’s Ion is a short, very funny dialogue that makes a rather uncomfortable point. Well, many, actually: it’s probably among the most cynical pieces of writing about art from all of antiquity. I am no Plato expert, so I’m not going to unpack all of the key philosophical concepts in the Ion, but one of his conclusions is that there simply cannot be any skill, any technē, to art. We all probably disagree with him, but I don’t think it’s that hard to understand why he was motivated to say this. There is something frustratingly elusive about understanding what makes for good art. To say that Painting A is ‘good’, or even ‘successful’ or ‘effective’ will always rely on a lot of vague hand-waving. Today we say ‘art is subjective’, but Plato follows that idea to its logical conclusion: if, truly, subjective, then there can be no skill that governs it. Or, rather, skill must be orthogonal to the artistic qualities of the art. With that, we all agree, I think. There will be some paintings, novels, symphonies, poems, that are deeply erudite, skillful, and technically flawless but utterly flat and lifeless, and there are, by the same token, works of art riddled with holes that we love anyways.

The most enjoyable parts of the Ion are where Plato argues that there is no technē to the performance of art, and that Ion himself is in a state of temporary insanity whenever he recites Homer. But sometimes, as in the passage quoted above, Plato makes the jump over to art criticism: no, even THAT cannot be a rigorously defined tehnē. In order to say that the Iliad is a better poem than, you know, Antigonus of Next Door’s That Time Herakles Murdered a Guy For His Lunch Money you would theoretically need to be such a master of poetry that you are, in a sense, better than Homer himself.

I don’t think anyone accepts this idea, really, and I’ve seen lots of attempts to call the Ion a satire or a joke, but let’s treat this concept somewhat seriously for a second. If you showed me two graduate level papers in mathematics, and said, basically, “one of these is an elegant, true solution, and the other is riddled with errors and notationally hideous”, I declare to you that I would not know which is which. And why? Because my knowledge of math is far below either of theirs, even the one who’s ‘bad’ at it for a professional.

Let’s go again. If you played for me a Reference Recording of a given chang qiang from a classic Chinese Opera, and then a performance that the connoisseurs only pull out when they need a good laugh—I would still not be able to tell you which is which. Chinese Opera is, regretfully, like graduate-level mathematics to me. I lack the knowledge, so I cannot claim to be able to differentiate.

But now. I can listen to Mahler and get goosebumps so intense that I tear up, and I can then go and listen to a Raff symphony and think, “okay, solid work!” — and for me, like for Ion, it is totally obvious that Mahler is superior, but any attempt to actually ‘prove’ that will rely on hand-waving, vagueness, and appeals to you, the reader, to, just, like, listen! Listen to it! I’m right, aren’t I? Please?

There is no technē to reviewing art. It is, in fact, hopelessly impossible to even try. End of discussion. Plato was right.

Naturally, I don’t think this is true. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some dead Greek asshole stop me from writing my Substack.

So what is music like? If it is not, in fact, like mathematics, do we avoid the Ion-trap? Yeah, sure, why not. Maybe. Let’s talk about coffee.

I’m picking coffee because it’s one of the few edible things I’m a snob about. I love trying out fun specialty coffees. And I think coffee is sort of unique in how vast the range of available flavors are. Depending on the place grown, the harvesting process, and the roast, you can have notes of chocolate, nuts, tea, lemons, figs, honey, cherries— ok, people say this about wine too but I cannot personally vouch for that. I’d have better luck telling you about Chinese Opera than about wine. But with coffee, back when I lived in Cambridge, there was a cafe that would do you two different beans, so, you could walk in and get two small coffees that tasted totally different from each other. How I long to live in a city that can do that again! Here’s my point though: When I sit down with 2 different coffees, I can taste very different things. NOT, I rush to clarify, ‘all the notes’. I do not, even today, sip a coffee and go, “…yep, that’s cashews and stonefruit” — but some people can. And, similarly, I have friends who would go “that tastes like coffee”. Moreover, I maintain that while this might be innate to SOME extent, it’s also largely, mostly, trainable with time and focus. I have seen this for myself.

So, let’s imagine three friends—

A: Mm, that’s probably a high-altitude South American Natural Process. Strawberries and toffee.
B (me, to be honest): Whoa, cool: it’s a bit acidic but also sweet, nice and mellow too.
C: Uh, I think that’s coffee? Sort of tastes like…brown.

The thing is, pace Plato, this is clearly in the nature of a technē, A is displaying some sort of skill to an extent greater than B, who has, in turn, more skill than C. This is a skill acquired by practice and training. In the, admittedly limited world of ‘tasting coffee’, I mean, but still. That all makes it a technē.

And yet, Person A would still be hopeless at, say, growing, harvesting, and roasting the coffee beans so as to actually produce those flavors. This is important, I think. Plato doesn’t acknowledge an artistic technē apart from that of production, because he argues that an expertise ‘in’ art would mean that you can just make great art, based on that very same knowledge. But I think the coffee analogy shows that there is a technē of some sort involved in the perception of things, too. Whether or not you particularly value the technē of coffee tasting, or think it’s, like, interesting or cool is a different matter. There is a technē to perception that is entirely unrelated to the production. Okay. So.

I’ve been interested for a long time in the metaphors, either implicit or explicit, commonly used by reviewers of classical music. Because, unlike coffee, the particular ‘flavors’ one finds in a piece of music seem themselves to be kind of subjective. What, then, do these metaphors do? Is the reviewer who describes a pianist’s style as “noble,” or “warm”, or “sweet” displaying the above-described objective technē-of-perception in the exact same way? Well, no, I don’t think they possibly can be. In the coffee example, you are tasting compounds which have independently-verifiable existence. There is a molecular reason that this cup of coffee reminds your tastebuds of groundnuts, and this could be demonstrated through chemical analysis regardless of whether you take a sip or not. The same cannot be said in music. The ‘flavors’ in a piece of music are actually even more complicated than molecules.

On the other hand, the metaphor is apt because there is a link between the art of tasting (coffees, cocktails, wine) and the art of listening. I think I first learned this from the YouTube Channel ‘How to Drink’, which was introduced to me by my friend, Alex. Greg, the host, says that one of the exercises by which people train themselves to be better at picking out flavors is to pick a specific instrument and try to track it within a Beethoven symphony. This was a delightful thing to learn—it makes sense, in a way, but it seems to lend validation to my theory.

First, I guess it should be stated, if you don’t know what I’m talking about, this might be an article for the more hardcore music people. If you don’t read a lot of music reviews, you might have to take my word for it, but trust me that this kind of language can be incredibly widespread, and there do seem to be consensus about what these metaphors ‘mean’. They are the agreed-upon ways with which we try to render the experience of listening to music into written text.

So what are some of them? And where do I suspect they come from?

Let’s make a list. This will be hopelessly incomplete, but, hopefully a good start for someone to surpass eventually.

Metaphors from…

…Sight

1. Color - Most commonly invoked in-itself: this piece ‘has’ or does not have ‘color’, in a general sense. More color can be more variation, more instruments, chromaticism, rhythm… Invocation of specific colors are rarer, I guess so as to not confuse readers with synesthesia. Some things that look like color are really something else: ‘silvery’ is often a descriptor added to a pronounced woodwind section, but that really comes from an association with the material of, say, flutes. Then again, I would argue that when people describe music as ‘darker’ or ‘lighter’, they are often thinking in color terms, although I can’t prove this.

2. Shape - ‘Angular’ is the classic term, used of sort of Stravinskyian neoclassicism. I’ve definitely seen arc & curve imagery invoked for more, sort of, adagio moments elsewhere. Square of course often means ‘boring’ — usually invoking a sort of stiff, Germanic conservative classicism. That probably gets extra resonance from the time signature of 4/4, which reminds us of squares, right?

3. Quality of Light - Very common and often very effective. ‘Bright’ usually means thin textures and alto+ melody, maybe also the connotation of some speed as well. ‘Dark’, of course, is thick, slow, and minor key. But I’m more interested in how much further this can be pushed: ‘hazy’ (often with rubato polyrhythms), ‘misty’ (if the composer’s English)…Then there’s transparent/opaque to describe the handling of orchestral forces.

4. Appearance (person) - Some of my favorites, although, not incredibly common. A lot of late Romantic music is described as ‘voluptuous’, which, technically doesn’t imply this, but I’ve really never seen it elsewhere except of people. Frequently used in connection with actual composer’s traits, as in, you might call a piece ‘battle-scarred’ or ‘youthful’. There is also the interesting fact that when a piece is described as ‘heavy’ I’m mostly thinking of non-human things: boulders, maybe, but reviewers will contrast this with ‘slim’ or ‘slender’ sections and for me, those words are much more human in connotation.

5. Time of Day - I’m placing this in ‘sight’ because for me, these descriptions are visual, but it occurs to me that for other people, they might link to other perceptions. Morning ‘feels’ different. But for me, when I read that a piece has something of the dawn in it, or a Sunday afternoon, or, much more common: evening, twilight, night time, pre-dawn: these descriptions I conceive of in terms of the light filtering through the notes.

…Touch

1. State of Matter - fluid/fluent/flowing is exceptionally common for a certain type of very elegant playing. ‘Solid’ is either the neutral descriptor (‘it’s ok’) or, sometimes, describes a very stable chord progression. In my opinion, ‘gaseous’ is underutilized.

2. Hardness - Extremely common. Hard/soft often describes the accentuation — of course, ‘soft’ is also an indicator of volume. Hard, too, suggests difficulty. Occasionally and more interestingly, ‘hard’ sometimes indicates a kind of emotional resolve.

3. ‘Edge’ - Also extremely common: dissonance is ‘sharp’, chromaticism ‘adds some edge’, classical tonality is ‘smooth’ — but then, so are certain performers’ styles. This is all by convention; it feels very natural to me, but should it? Is dissonance really sharp?

4. Fabric - Not as common as I’d like it to be, because this one really works! ‘Velvet’ and ‘satin’ often invoked of singers, ‘wool’ for very bad singers, ‘cotton’ of some of the peppier classical pieces, ‘gossamer’ for Debussy…but I’d love to see more reviewers try their hand at ‘denim’, ‘linen’, ‘acrylic’… I think it’d be fun.

5. Weight/Pressure - Pretty common, especially in the kind of orchestral music I like. I’d love to take this further though: pressure is invoked but not quantified. Could we call a certain section ‘multiple bars (of atmosphere)’. No, probably not.

…Taste

1. Sweet - Immensely common: used of singers, violinists, and ‘nice’ melodies. Fascinatingly, just like in real life, ‘sweet’ is a double-edged sword: you can take some, especially in the pieces that are sappier by nature, but most people have some sort of limit, after which, this one is too sweet.

2. Acidic - Not used often enough. For me, this defines a LOT of the 20th-century French music I love. There’s a kind of refreshingly enjoyable ‘tang’ to people like Roussel, Ibert, Poulenc. I assume this all has to do with the treatment of dissonance, but I think it goes beyond that to shorter phrases that are somewhat accessible but not entirely.

3. Rich - Very common of late-romantic orchestration (you can see where my bias is because of what I keep citing!). Again, ‘taste’ senses are often invoked when it is felt that a compositional choice has been someone’s ‘taste’ and you may not agree with it. Other composers may find Rosenkavalier a little too rich… (but not me, of course).

4. Spicy - Broadly equivalent to dissonance, but I’ve always loved ‘spice’ for the way it viscerally calls to mind the way that the pleasure of dissonance is similar to the pleasure of dabbing a nice vinegar-y hot sauce on your food. To me, they feel exactly equivalent. I worry that Booktok (and by extension, the internet) using ‘spice’ to mean sex will mislead some people about late-period Schoenberg, but, what can one do.

5. Alcohol - Not quite used often enough because, let’s be honest, none of us want to look THAT pretentious. And it is a very pretentious thing to say. But there are some pieces out there that feel like good analogues for wine (red or white), some for whiskey, some for beer… others for cocktails, I think. Okay you can’t presume your readers know what a Pink Pepper Negroni tastes like, but I’d probably secretly enjoy any reviewer who tossed in some of these.

…Sound?

1. Jazz - can we say that music is a metaphor for music? If we can, allow me to submit that other types of music are often invoked extremely loosely in a review— ‘jazz’ in a Classical review very often does not actually mean any jazz is occurring, but that something in the piece gives the impression of something associated with jazz. That annoyed me a little at first, but having come to see it as a metaphor, I do kind of admit that it serves a purpose. Still, you know, does my eyebrow twitch when someone describes a certain passage in a Mendelssohn Rondo as ‘jazzy’? Yeah, a little.

2. Folk - again, this both can refer to an actual thing (‘composer X borrowed a Czech folk dance for this…’) or, just a metaphor. This passage sounds folksy. I would humbly ask all reviewers, when they write this, to indicate WHICH folk tradition they are talking about, in the future. Do you mean Anglo-American folk? Spanish? Bulgarian? Eritrean? Javanese? I guess sometimes it’s obvious (you don’t need to clarify for, I guess, Smetana), but in other cases this often very loosely means ‘a certain approach to melody that reminds me of some folk tunes I’ve heard somewhere.’

3. ‘Singing’ instruments - One of my favorites, although, I admit that, in a way, it says very little. This is almost just a synonym for good, tasteful playing: if Bob Cellist has a ‘singing’ line in the Dvorak Concerto, he’s making that melody crystal clear, emotive, and lovely. On the one hand, this is a bit funny, because it implies that ‘man is the measure of all things’, but, on the other hand, perhaps we are.

4. Benchmark Composers - I know this feels like cheating, but I have increasingly come to understand “Mozartean”, “Bachian”, “Brahmsian” as metaphors on a level with ‘spicy’, ‘heavy’, or ‘bright’. I think the more particular the composer, the more the reviewer probably really means there are specific associations. I.e., if I say that this composer has a Ciurlionis-esque approach, I probably literally mean that. But with those huge benchmark composers, I think reviewers typically mean something much, much more abstract.

5. ‘Cinematic’ - I have been guilty of this one many times, and I promise I never write it without feeling guilty. The thing is, some music ‘feels’ like it wants to show you some kind of visual as well. I am never entirely clear on what this means, or even what I mean by it. In the future, I would probably like to replace it. Nevertheless, some pieces land this way and some do not. Why?

…Interiority

1. Balance - You may perceive this one differently. When I read about the ‘balance’ in a piece of music, I immediately understand that as an interior perception: am I standing, balanced. You might picture a set of scales or, god knows what. The quality of music being balanced sometimes has to do with orchestration: being able to see right to the bottom (see: transparent above).

2. Nostalgia/Memory - I know instantly what it means when a reviewer says a piece is nostalgic or wistful. I do not know how to articulate it. It doesn’t mean music from when the reviewer was (literally) young, unless every single classical music reviewer is a 300 year old vampire. Which we cannot rule out, of course. Memory is one of the most powerful forms of perception, frankly, so this one makes a strong claim. A certain blend of warmth and sadness maybe?

3. Emotions? - Is this cheating? It probably is. Are emotions really metaphors? Well, they can be. If someone describes a piece of music as ‘heartbreaking’, for example, that’s probably not a metaphor in this sense, but rather, a straightforward description of the music’s themes. But sometimes you see something otherwise very abstract (i.e., Quartetsatz in F) being described as angry, or frightened, or laughing. These sorts of personifications are not picking up on non-existent themes, but they are translating qualities of the melody and rhythm. Which ones? I think it can vary a lot.

4. Anxious/Calm - I’m separating this from the ‘emotions’ for no good reason except that it’s vastly more common. ‘Anxious’ describes a state of overlapping short phrases, while calm describes, you know, not that. What I find interesting is that these are seen almost independent of everything else: you can have a piece that’s otherwise pretty cheerful, but it’s still fair game to call a twittery section ‘anxious’.

5. Desire - all music is sex, really, when you think about it. The tension and release inherent in classical harmony was exploited by every romantic composer to greater or lesser extents, with Wagner showing just how obscenely far one can take this. Reviewers shy away from outright sexual metaphors, I think for good reason, but there are ways to subtly hint that a piece is full of, for example, yearning, sensuality, or desire.

…Out of Doors

1. Ocean - Calling music ‘oceanic’ is fairly common, but it can mean at least eleven thousand different things. Sometimes the connotation is depth, sometimes size, sometimes capriciousness…And yet, it’s a useful picture, particularly for orchestral music. Listen to La Mer a couple of times, and you’ll get a sense for what different ‘views’ of the ocean sound like in music, at least for most reviewers.

2. Mountain/Rocks/Peak - Fairly common. Bruckner often gets described in mountainous terms, and ‘ascent’ / ‘descent’ is often used of the way a composer takes you through the development + coda respectively. The connotation is, I would say, uniquely ‘loud’, a softer, gentle slow movement would rarely get this.

3. Heat/Cold - Wildly common, maybe the MOST common. Also, bizarrely, among the least helpful. When it refers to musicians, ‘hot’ means frenetic, energetic, and invested: ‘cold’ refers to a bit distanced, impersonal, or possibly relaxed. In music itself, it sometimes means these things, but ‘heat’ also often just means that you liked something. ‘White-hot’ refers to climaxes in romantic music, ‘icy’ to particularly depressing slow movements: but all these are easy to confuse for each other, I have found.

4. The Weather - Common. Some of these fall under ‘sight’, sort of, although, if a piece of music is described as ‘sunny’, do you SEE the sun, or do you feel it on your skin, in your mind’s eye? Very common are invocations of ‘storms’ for the more anxious, agitated passages. Thunder for timpani rolls… I think rain/snow might be underutilized, but I can’t really tell you how they’d be used.

5. Birds - More common than any other animal, and for obvious reasons. Not always a metaphor—right? Some composers really do quote birdsong. But sometimes it really is: a passage that sort of evokes the kind of thing that birdsong is.

…Misc.

1. Dreams - ‘Dreamy’ often means the same as hazy (above) but perhaps more on purpose—or, maybe, more capricious. Composers often think about dreams or dream-logic very overtly when they write, so this should not shock us. Still, I could use more differentiation. What sort of dream does the reviewer mean?

2. Season/Ages - To call late Brahms ‘autumnal’ is a stereotype, but I can hardly blame anyone that does. ‘Wintry’ is frequently used of slower, sadder sections, and you occasionally see ‘spring’ invoked for gentle, pastoral pieces. For me, these almost always (almost) mean the same thing as invoking human ages: youth, old age, etc.: but maybe other people experience this differently. They seem quite interchangeable in reviews.

3. Motion (Sweeping/driving/flowing) - Slightly questionable as a metaphor, I know, but a lot of metaphors to me invoke the feeling of moving myself, rather than seeing something else move. If strings are ‘sweeping’, they are, as it were, sweeping you along. This is quite a powerful perception as well, I happen to love whenever music does this.

4. Buildings - The more we move into the human realm, the less they become metaphors, for all intents and purposes. If a piece evokes ‘the palace’, it’s probably because they were a court-composer somewhere, if it’s ‘martial’, it’s probably because it uses march time, etc. Still, occasionally you’ll see big symphonies described as ‘cathedrals’ even if they have no religious program.

5. Density - The ‘thickness’ or ‘thinness’ of a piece has been alluded to above in weight/pressure but sometimes I almost feel like it suggests something else: like, a packed city-centre versus a sprawling countryside? Or maybe a very heavy cube versus a beachball.

So, I mean, there you go, you know? Has this been useful or interesting? Who knows. Categorizing these has made me feel like, ironically, a different ancient philosopher: Aristotle. Aristotle was all about lists and categorizations, and, when you read them today, they are all patently ridiculous: random, missing huge chunks, weirdly-organized, and yet, presented with a total, unshakable confidence that all of reality truly IS structured in this way I just came up with. For myself, I claim nothing of the sort. This is an acorn in the field of ‘musical metaphors’, the oak tree it might grow into will look nothing like this at all. Still, I couldn’t really get it off my mind, so, I had to do it.

A fun exercise might be to pick a movement of music you enjoy, or even a smaller section (a rehearsal letter, say) and try to imagine how you might use each of these to describe it, if you had to. The introduction to Brahms’ #1: ok, the immediately obvious metaphor is weight/pressure, but what does it taste like? What sort of light does it visually suggest? What landscape features would you associate with it?

Some of these will feel silly, but that’s exactly the sort of thing I want to draw attention to. The whole thing’s silly. As Plato pointed out, this really ain’t an exact science, I’m not even sure if it’s an art. And yet, what would you do without them? How would you describe music without any of these images?

Let me know in the comment section your favorite musical metaphor and how you understand it. What did I miss from my list (many, many things)?

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Every Composer Biography EVER

Gohannes de Snout (1375-?)

Also spelled Johan, Djohan, Ghoanes, Hojan, Lohan; last name de Snout, de Snoot, de Smout, Desmouth, and, Of Brabant.

Mystery clouds the early life of Gohannes de Snout. The birth records of Snout, in modern-day Belgium, were destroyed in a fire when a horse kicked over a candle in the Municipal Hall in 1711. The pay records of Emperor Charles Maximilian include “one Ohannes, of f.” (as in, long S) for 1 copper penny per year, which would have made him among the highest paid musicians in Europe.

Several colorful episodes occur in de Snout’s life, at least, if his own lyrics are to be believed. He claims to have slept with the princesses of Castille, Bordeaux, and the Duchess of Naples, and one of his lines is often interpreted to mean that he lost his left ear in a duel with a jealous husband. It is also said that he beat a man to death in St. Peter’s Basilica for flubbing the final note of his motet, O dulce Jesu pacifice. In his lyrics, he frequently boasts about the quality, speed, and cost of his falcons; the length and curl at the end of his shoes; and the size and mass of his codpiece, which he compares to a prize-winning county sow. The secular song lyrics, I mean. Not in O dulce Jesu pacifice.

de Snout receives one final attestation in the year 1421, in the publication of his Ars Superbus Nimis, but the title page refers to him as the “without a doubt, currently still alive composer Gohannes de Mouth.” Of his fate thereafter, we are in the dark.

de Snout’s complete oeuvre was recorded by David Munrow and the Early Music Consort of London on Volume 17 and 18 of their “Look, they weren’t ALL geniuses back then” series.

Thomas Thombley (1527-1558)

When Thomas Thombley was only eight years old, his father Thomas (sr.) lost everything speculating on monastery building, due to Henry VIII’s decision to dissolve them. As a result, Thombley and his brother Thomas, sometimes also called Henry, were sent to Dullheath Cathedral, under the tutelage of rector Henry Thompson, sometimes called Thomas, to learn the rough, hard trade of singing Evensong.

A legend still discussed in the pubs of Dullheath relates how one afternoon in 1549, Thomas, that is, Henry, the rector, rushed up the organ loft where all the choristers were stored in between Evenings and exclaimed, “lads, we’re in trouble” (or something to this effect). “There’s a Psalm coming up tonight that no one’s ever yet written music for! It’s just sort of buried in the middle of the Psalter here. I suppose we never really noticed it was there.” Thomas Thombley volunteered to undertake the writing of music, and come sundown they were all staggering through Psalme 52.5 : The Lord shall either smite me or not, perhaps, depending on his moode at the time.

Thombley moved to London the following year to seek his fortune as a singer and composer there. His life in London can be tracked by the 2 books of songs he wrote while there: Holy & Pious Songs Suitable for the Right and Reverent Worship of the Church Howsoever We’re Deciding to Do that Currently, in Both English and Latin Just In Case (1551) and then Erotic Ayres for Ladies and the Men Who Verily Love Courting (1553) before dying at age 31 of a surprisingly large number of venereal diseases.

The former collection was performed by Stephen Cleobury and Darwin College Cambridge, the latter has never been attempted due to the grotesque nature of Thombley’s lyrics.

Francesco Madrigali (1569-1611)

By the age of 11, Francesco Giovanni Baptista Madrigali was fluent in Greek, Latin, Hebrew, Aramaic, and presumably some form of Italian, although it isn’t outright stated in his autobiography (written in a highly affected Classical Latin). He moved to Pisa to study geometry, and trained at first as a lawyer. He graduated from university at 14 and began practicing law there, eventually forming a society of like-minded academics dedicated to composing odes on the model of Horace. Much of his autobiography is given to savaging his colleagues for their inept prosody.

In the 1590s, following the success of Jacopo Peri’s Euridice, Madrigali wrote a pamphlet attacking Peri for discrepancies between his opera and Ovid’s account of the myth. Peri, in turn, published a pamphlet asking if Madrigali was so smart, why didn’t he try to write his own opera.

In 1601, Madrigali debuted his first Opus Musicum Scaenicum, also titled Euridice, and paid for by the court of Mantua. Over the next 10 years, Madrigali wrote seventeen further operas, the most famous of which is his Medea. He is seen as an important innovator of certain concepts in opera and indeed in theatre in general: it was during a performance of his Medea that rotten tomatoes were first hurled at a stage. That is, in fact, why it is the most famous of his 18 operas.

Just as important, however, is Madrigali’s theoretical work. His translation of Boethius with extensive commentary helped to confuse many early modern scholars on the topic of ancient theories of harmony. He was poisoned as part of a political plot with machinations so intricate that modern historians are not quite sure why it happened or who, if anyone, benefited.

None of Madrigali’s operas have yet been recorded but you can request a viewing of his translation of Boethius by contacting the Rare Books and Manuscripts office at the Vatican Library; then, a small, puzzled man with bushy white eyebrows will place a 14-inch-tall leather tome on your desk and walk away muttering under his breath.

Heinrich Cesar Augustus Petronius (Bräun) (1635-1660)

Born Heinrich Braun in a small village in Saxony, he adopted the moniker Cesar Augustus Petronius because that’s what all the Germans were doing at that time, for some reason. They all just gave themselves Latin names. His father was a Johannes Gaius Marcus Portius Carto Braun, and his mother had been one Maria Livia Drusilla Flavia Imperatorix Schmidt before her marriage.

Heinrich was expected to follow in his father’s footsteps as a dour Calvinist minister in a dour little wooden church, but he upset his family by choosing to flee into Thuringia to become a dour Presbyterian minister in a dour large wooden church. His father was said to have exclaimed, “Wait, hang on, sorry, what’s the difference between Calvinists and Presbyterians again? I sort of thought we were the same thing??”

Braun’s first published collection, Sonatas composed out of musical notes for the instrument known as the ‘violin’ (Op. 1) is an important work for tracking the progress of Italian musical idioms into Germany. The fact that he needed to explain to his audience what a sonata was, and, indeed, what a violin was, indicates that he was far ahead of his time. The collection is made up of 7 sonatas in 1-8 movements, alternating very slow and moderately slow.

Later years saw the publication of his cantata Die Sünde Der Onan, and his Sonata á 47, meant to be played by his entire congregation by flipping through their hymnals rhythmically. He passed away due to a plague, probably.

Baldassare Giocoso (1695-1752)

Born in Modena, Giocoso hailed from a musical family: his father was among the most famous castrati then on the stage. He studied harpsichord under Francesco Carlo Espresso, and was, at one point, apprenticed to Domenico Tiramisu at the cathedral of St. Ubaldo before moving to Venice. His first book of keyboard sonatas was popular in the 1720s, but it is his Op. 2 Twelve Concerti Grotesqui where his mature style is first evident. A curious fact about Baldassare Giocoso was that although he only intended to compose music for the harpsichord and small-scale orchestral ensembles, he kept accidentally writing operas as well. He was nicknamed Il Perplesso, as he evidently did not know how this kept happening. He described this experience in a letter to his mistress, Rosa di Medici:

I was going for a walk last Saturday, because I had heard Canaletto was doing a scene and I really wanted to be one of those tiny background figures, so I was just sort of promenading up and down in St. Mark’s square hoping he’d capture me. That was when I noticed a poster advertising 1-ducat tickets to the opera Orlando Florida by somebody named Baldassare Giocoso. “Hang on,” I said to myself. “That’s me! That’s who I am.” Immediately I rushed to the theatre and sought the impresario, a man with one eye who carries a loaded pistol wherever he goes. I said to him, “What’s all this business about an opera written by Baldassare Giocoso exactly?” He looked surprised—he raised an eyebrow, but not that one, the other one—and said, “don’t you remember coming to drop it off at my palazzo last week?” “No,” I said. “Far from it. I have never written an opera.” “Yes you have,” he insisted. “This isn’t your first time, either. Our records show that we’ve staged 142 of them already. You’re a big hit!” “Gosh,” I said. “You’d really think that I’d remember writing them…” “No, not necessarily,” he said, and winked at me. But, curiously, not with the eye that he still had.

Baldassare Giocoso died after eating some cheese that had gone off.

Georg Christoph “Johann Bach” Schneider (1715-1767)

Georg Christoph Schneider was born in Stuttgart and took lessons with C.P.E Bach in Leipzig. Actually, one singular lesson, because it was after their initial meeting that C.P.E Bach resigned from teaching in order to spend more time being related to J.S. Bach. That evening, Schneider traveled back to Stuttgart and applied to be the Kapellmeister at the court of Duke Eberhard. His application was initially unsuccessful, as he hadn’t written any music yet. This is apparently when a scheme occurred to him. He buried his wig in a deserted field outside Ludwigsburg and bought a different one, applied some stage makeup to his face, and returned to the palace, introducing himself as Johann Bach, the 21st child of J.S. Bach. The deception worked— he was hired, now he only had to learn how to compose a fugue. But how hard could that be?

At the first performance of his music, the attending lords and ladies were puzzled. “I have a little music,” one of them said, apologetically, approaching him at the clavecin during intermission. “But I don’t think that was really a fugue, per se. As I understand it, a fugue needs to have—” “I only compose in the new style,” Schneider replied, cryptically. “Oh,” the lord said, and returned to his seat, drunk and mildly confused.

Schneider never published any of his early music, preferring to improvise at the keyboard. Towards the end of his life, he finally completed his life’s work: Minuet in C . With a running time of just under 60 seconds, it does manage to largely exist around the key of C, or thereabouts. It has been recorded once, accidentally.

In 1767, John Taylor, the ophthalmologist who had accidentally killed GF Handel and JS Bach was released from prison, and Georg Schneider immediately contacted him and scheduled an appointment, in a desperate bid to achieve the fame of those two baroque giants. It was only supposed to be a routine checkup to get a script for some new lenses for his eyeglasses; but Taylor somehow managed to kill him anyway.

Jean-Pierre Baptiste Cigarétte (1740-1793)

The fourth composer in the mighty Cigarétte dynasty, Jean-Pierre Baptiste “le Bourré” Cigarétte was born in the picturesque town of Saint-Louis-Sur-Rhône, which is somewhere in France, you have to figure. Initially, he studied with his uncle, Francois Etienne, who played the organ at a local convent for what one can only assume were deeply perverted reasons. At the age of 16, Jean-Pierre set off for Paris in the hopes of being employed at the court of Louis XV.

After arriving he was assigned his first two official mistresses and handed a transverse flute, with an Opus 1 collection expected imminently. On hearing the lovely, sprightly music which Cigarétte composed, King Louis was supposed to have remarked, “Eugh, ehhh, c’ pasmal ca, ehhhh.”

Cigarétte worked in every genre. It was said that he could write a whole trio sonata with one hand, and his 34 books of keyboard suites were filled with charming titles such as Le Frommagierie and Le Tour Eiffel which must have meant something other than that at the time, obviously. He composed a number of ballets and Ouvertures de Chambre, which were orchestral pieces designed to serenade the king every time he stepped into a new room. We know from one of Cigarétte’s letters to his niece, Éclair, that Louis grew tired of having to endure a 14-minute orchestral serenade every time he went to the toilet in the middle of the night, and Cigarétte composed no more thereafter.

During the Revolution, Cigarétte attempted to re-brand as a Sans-Culotte without particularly understanding any political or economic affairs. He wrote a 10-part motet (under the new decimal system) that began with the words I can see both sides of the issue, personally... He was guillotined for a variety of reasons.

Vaclav František Novak (1772-1848)

Novak was born in modern-day Czechia, in a town disputed between no fewer than 6 major powers: the Hapsburg Empire, The Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth, the Duchy of Hungary, the Ottoman Empire, a small group of Mongol horsemen who had been cut off from the Golden Horde 400 years earlier, and the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, which was hoping to acquire a Third Sicily and rebrand. He moved to Vienna, hoping to get away from all of that.

In the 1790s, Novak struck up a friendship with Clementi and Pleyel. He wanted to meet Mozart, and the two had arranged a meeting for December 6, 1791 — unfortunately, Mozart passed away the day before. Novak then traveled to England in search of Haydn, but due to heavy traffic, only arrived in July 1792, by which time Haydn had returned to Austria. Novak went back to Vienna, but by that point Haydn had departed for his second London trip in February 1794. Novak gave up in disgust and decided to never try meeting anybody after that.

Novak developed an idiosyncratic style that blended the high classicism of Mozart, his idol, with an inability to craft a memorable tune. With over 66 symphonies, 17 piano concertos, 145 string quartets, and 49 piano sonatas, he is one of the most prolific composers of all time. Clementi, himself no perfectionist, once asked him, “how do you do it? I saw you two days ago and you said you had a vague notion of writing six duos for clarinet and violin, and now here we are and you’ve published twelve of them. Twelve! How!?”

Novak exhaled and demurred. “Oh, you know…I, uh. Well. I…Um.”

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Wilhelm Kunstbert (1801-1839)

Kunstbert’s wild, chaotic life is the stuff of legend. After meeting him by chance at a St. Walpurgis’ Night party in Switzerland, Caspar David Friedrich is said to have remarked, “That man really needs to relax. Makes me want to do a nice Still Life for my next painting. Nice dark backdrop, bit of fruit. Maybe a candle. Nothing to get worked up over…”

Kunstbert had run away from home at the age of 17. He carried The Sorrows of Young Werther around in his breast pocket, as well as several lockets of hair from a surprisingly wide array of sex workers. By the age of 25, some of his more interesting medical conditions included selective deafness, narcolepsy, and fibromyalgia. But it was the opium addiction that killed him, driving his carriage into a ditch while under the influence. He started almost every sentence both in writing and in speech with some sort of exclamation— “Ach!” or “Oh!” or something. You know how it is.

His musical legacy rests on a small number of well-loved works. These include his Sonata Dramatica in D Minor (Op. 17), Sinfonia Tragica in D Minor (Op. 21), his Cello Sonata “Sturmische” in D Minor (Op. 25), and his Clarinet Concerto “Schreiend” in D Minor (Op. 26). A self-taught musician, it is not entirely clear whether Kunstbert knew what “D minor” meant, or if he had just seen it written next to many of his other favorite titles.

Kunstbert is often viewed as one of the first artists to truly understand the value of good publicity, constructing elaborate self-mythologizing narratives behind his compositions. For example, his Concert Overture in D Minor “Untote” (Op. 7) came with a program note which described how he had been given the main theme by an un-named ghost during a seance. In another case, he told a credulous publisher that he had torn up, burnt, drowned, disembowled, and lethally injected over 100 previous drafts of his String Quartet in D Minor “Diesmal meine ich es wirklich ernst” (Op. 1) before finally allowing one for publication.

Kunstbert scholars today find this very unlikely.

Rudolph Adolph Pandolph Theodobold (1827-1911)

Modern listeners might be surprised at the vast popularity enjoyed by Rudolph Theodobold in the mid-to-late 19th century in opera houses and salons all across the tertiary cities of Europe. He was born on a boat in the middle of the Baltic Sea, which, due to an ancient privilege of the Hanseatic league, allowed him to claim citizenship from the Teutonic Order, which meant that he isn’t actually from anywhere at all, technically.

Theodobold broke into the musical scene as Liszt’s page turner: a thankless job, as Liszt played everything from memory anyways. Instead, he would sit on the piano bench next to the great virtuoso, and after the initial 10-15 minutes of applause, Liszt would sit down, pause for a moment, then close the sheet music and hand it showily to Theodobold, who would then clutch it breathlessly while Liszt embellished, flourished, and showboated his way through the piece in question. That used to kill at Weimar, every night. Brought the house down.

After becoming director of the Gdansk opera at the age of 27, Theodobold developed a special talent for writing shows that bordered on copyright infringement. A case in point. In 1855, he debuted Thelma, about a Gallic druidess involved in a love triangle with a younger priestess named Adella and a Roman proconsul named Measles. The opera’s high point is undoubtedly the aria Cast a look at this diva over here. The estate of Vincenzo Bellini sued, but unsuccessfully, as Theodobold argued that everybody knew about the Roman Empire, so this sort of thing might occur to anyone.

His successful shows in the 1860s include The Supernatural Flute, noted for the red fezzes worn by every character, in reference to the Shriners, and Rigatoni, about the hunch-backed court jester of Pisa. In the 1870s he fell under the influence of Wagner and claimed to have independently invented the idea of the leitmotif, and also the multi-evening operatic cycle in his 7-part The Naughty Gnomes of Midgaard.

Theodobold’s operas have long since vanished from the stage, but his songs are occasionally to be heard in discs of lieder recitals: I say ‘heard’, but, we’re not really listening to all of those, right?

Franz Doe (1845-1901)

While Theodobold fell in with Liszt and Wagner, Franz Doe studied diligently under Clara Schumann and became the vice-chair of Engraving Practices at Leipzig Conservatory. He kept a photo of Schumann in his jacket pocket, a bust of Felix Mendelssohn upon his desk, and a golden statue of a nude Beethoven inside a Corinthian-style temple in the field behind his house where, it is said, he made offerings of incense, wheat beer, and sausages.

Doe was a proponent of ‘absolute music’, refusing to give any of his works subtitles, except for his 9th symphony, Die Wichtige. Although he had finished this by 1888, he reluctantly gave up the genre because Beethoven had only written nine, so, how could he even think about undertaking a tenth?

After many years of pleading, he got Joseph Joachim to debut his first and only violin concerto in 1891. Although measured in public (“it’s alright,” he shrugged), Joachim was critical in private: he consulted with a friend about potentially faking a lethal case of tennis elbow so that he wouldn’t have to go through with the performance. Doe quit composing after the lukewarm reaction to his Violin Concerto to focus more on his other great passion, collecting and categorizing weevils.

Franz Doe was routinely forgotten by critics and audiences (and family members) during his lifetime. In a 1886 group photograph of the staff at Leipzig Conservatory, Doe is absent, because he had not been sent the memo about it taking place. This was to be his undoing. In 1901, after a harsh winter, he went to the local hospital with a case of pneumonia; they forgot about him in the waiting room, and he passed away 8 weeks later.

Marie-Eugenie Adele Louise Dubois (1850-1924)

Born to the very rich and well-connected Dubois family in a fairly low-numbered arrondissement in Paris, Marie-Eugenie had one dream only— of becoming a professional composer. She was considered a first-rate pianist: when she played for Hector Berlioz, he immediately proposed marriage to her, and when she played for Charles Gounod he remarked, “Eugh, ehhh, c’ pasmal ca, ehhhh.”

However, upon entering the Paris conservatory, she became disheartened with the criticism of her works. Dubois lived for exciting, interesting orchestral music with chromaticism, speed, and surprise. Her reviewers, curiously, always seem to have described it as ‘salon-like’. “Mme. de Bois—” began Camille Foucard in his weekly column. (French critics always try to spell your name wrong, so as to keep you humble) “Mme. de Bois would do well to stick to a more feminine pursuit— her tone poem La Tarasque is charming and pretty but insufficiently vigorous and exciting.” When she re-published under the name Monsieur Jean Le Gars it carried off the top prize that year with no criticism at all. Foucard called it “thrilling, magnifique, c’est palpitant!”

Dubois found Foucard one afternoon, lounging outside a cafe for his customary 4-hour lunch break, and she took him to task for his review. “I submitted, you know,” she explained, “the exact same piece of music, and look! You loved it this time around.”

“Non, mademoiselle,” he replied. “I don’t think it was quite the same.”

“Well, it was,” she said. “I didn’t move a note. It was the same exact pages, I just scratched the name out.”

“No,” he said. “No, I don’t think so.”

At some point in the 1890s, Dubois gave up composing in the face of the sexist reviews she was consistently receiving, and decided to just be a very rich woman hanging out in Paris, which, I suppose, isn’t all that bad of a life, all things considered. Several minor labels have resurrected her music in the 21st century, and modern, more enlightened reviewers, writing after multiple waves of feminism, have described her music as,

Charming, pretty, salon-style compositions, not terribly exciting.

Oh. Oh, that’s not good, is it? Huh. Damn.

Boris Kårl van der Muller-y Garcia (1867-1941)

Born in Apuleia, Muller-y Garcia first rose to prominence with his Spanish Suite (Op. 26), originally written for guitar but transcribed for piano (Op. 26a), orchestra (Op. 26b), string quartet (Op. 26c), and Men’s Choir (Op. 26d). Isaac Albeniz was a fan, and asked him, “But you are Italian—how did you capture so perfectly the flavors and colors of Spain: the Aragonian jota and the Andalusian flamenco?” — “My grandfather was Spanish, that’s why my name is Garcia,” he replied.

After a few difficult years, Muller-y Garcia scored another immense hit with his Waltzes of Vienna (Op. 49), originally written for orchestra (Op. 49a) but transcribed for piano (Op. 49b), children’s choir (Op. 49c), and Church Organ (Op. 49d). Johann Strauss II, in wonderment, wanted to know, “How did you do it? I’ve never heard of a foreigner who was so skilled at writing Austrian melodies!” — “My other grandfather was Austrian, hence, Muller,” he said.

Well, in the early 1910s Muller-y Garcia recorded a few sides for the Victor Talking Machine company, in a truly dreadful-sounding acoustic available on historical labels. One piece was his Fantasia on a Theme by Sweelinck (Op. 87), which he later transcribed for Bassoon Solo (Op. 88) and Glockenspiel (Op. 89). He is credited with saving Sweelinck from obscurity— “My other grandfather,” he said, “was Dutch, hence ‘van der’ in my last name.”

After the First World War, Muller-y Garcia was down on his luck. “It takes a lot of money to buy this much high-end taxidermy,” he sighed. Although in his 50s, he was determined to embrace the new music, and, sure enough, his Finish Line Rag, incorporating elements of jazz contemporary to around the year of his birth— in Europe, “new” is a relative term— was frequently played at all the hot, swinging clubs of Weimar Germany. “I just don’t see where you came up with it,” Hindemith said approvingly. “Finish Line is a reference to my Finnish ancestry, you see,” he replied. “My other grandfather… hence my middle name, Kårl.” — “…yes,” Hindemith said, frowning. “I don’t mean to be rude, but, is that a Finnish name, really? I mean, an actual one?”

Muller-y Garcia died of cirrhosis of the liver in 1941. He was a prolific alcoholic, and when his drinking buddies asked where he got such impressive tolerance, he would say, “From my Russian namesake, of course— Boris. My grandmother.”

Vladimir Vladimirovich (1872-1935)

Vladimirovich’s father was the endowed Professor of Mathematics & Chess in Outer Siberia State University, but his son had no interest in figures. He initially studied to be an Orthodox Priest, but by the second year of seminary, he had failed to grow anything like a luxuriant beard, so he was dishonorably defrocked. His music from this early period displays many ‘mystical’ characteristics and a tendency towards complexity: his String Quartet No. 1: Saint Pachydermus the Hieroarchandrite held the Guinness World Record for the most extraneous chromaticism in a single piece. His second piano sonata instructs the player to maintain an ostinato pattern until he has achieved theosis.

In 1910, he discovered a talent for operetta, his Two Silly Fellows became the favorite of Tsar Nicholas, for which Vladimirovich was invited to court and presented with a medal. During the 1917 revolution, this naturally made him an unpopular figure, so he publicly threw the medal into the Volga and revised his operetta into a 5-act opera under the title MANY Silly Fellows Forming a Soviet Together. This was said to be Lenin’s favorite opera, for which Vladimirovich was invited to the Kremlin and presented with a medal. In 1928, Stalin remarked, “The operas of that Vladimirovich are bourgeois nonsense. If the fellows are indeed so silly, they would not be able to form a glorious Soviet.” Vladimirovich publicly threw both his medal and the score into the Volga for a second time and revised the opera into its final form, an oratorio called Many Serious Fellows Forming a Soviet Together. Glory to the Party! This was said to be Stalin’s favorite oratorio, but, then again, what sort of competition would it have had, exactly?

In 1930, as part of Stalin’s population movements, Vladimirovich was relocated to Azerbaijan. This inaugurated a new, productive phase of his career, not so much in composition as in hard labor on an oil rig out in the Caspian Sea.

Vladimirovich was was thrown overboard by his fellow workers for repeatedly singing themes from String Quartet No. 1: Saint Pachydermus the Hieroarchandrite.

Charles-Benoit Flaneur (1891-1942)

After the conclusion of the First World War, Flaneur expected to return to his job of pornography vender in Paris, when one of his friends remarked to him, “I heard Diaghilev is looking for a new ballet for the Ballets Russe. You have to do it!” — “I can’t write a single note of music, though,” Flaneur replied. “It doesn’t matter. He’s already got every single other person who lives in Paris to do one. You’re literally the last man left. It’s your turn.”

Flaneur sighed and got to work. His unorthodox ballet is scored for a number of pitched Burglar Alarms, which catapulted him overnight to tremendous fame. Tristan Tzara found him backstage after the premiere, and announced, “You must come meet my friend, Cocteau.” — “Just the friend, actually, please,” Flaneur insisted.

Occasionally, Flaneur worked with more conventional forces, and he was a gifted miniaturist. His les bébés éléphanteaux number well over 200, not one of them exceeding 10 seconds. This is a real god-send for the musical listener who wants to get through a lot of tracks but doesn’t have much time on their hands.

Of course, Flaneur is also beloved for his melodies. He refused to collaborate with a poet, although he knew dozens. Instead he had painstakingly cut out every single word from a dictionary and placed them in a lottery ball machine: he would crank the lever and whichever words fell out were his lyrics.

While Flaneur refused to catalogue his compositions, he was in the habit of giving opus titles and numbers to his dinner parties, thus we find Op. 57 corresponds to Thursday, March 14, 1934. Poulet à l'estragon. His other quirks were numerous: Flaneur (it is said) slept suspended from the ceiling like a bat, wrote everything in lime green ink, and only had sex at 10:45 am.

After Flaneur’s death due to terminal ennui in 1942, thousands filed past his coffin, which was shaped like a teapot.

For many years his source of income was a mystery: it has recently been revealed that Flaneur moonlighted as a senior accountant for the Compagnie des Experts-Comptables de Paris.

James Williamson (1911-1976)

As the illegitimate son of the 8th Duke of Clacton, James Bernard Hastings Theodore Pancras Williamson was first sent to Eton, after which he became organ scholar at St. Baptism College, Oxford. Renowned equally for the dreariness of his music as for his charming, pastoral titles: his Shropshire Begonias (1937) has been a go-to for organists looking to add something slow and forgettable to their recitals.

During World War II, Williamson was probably a spy, although the records have not been declassified yet. He made a series of puzzling claims in his later years— including that Operation Valkyrie was “all his idea,” that James Bond was “well, broadly based on…someone like me,” and that John Le Carre was a pen-name of his.

After the war, Williamson wrote his Suite for String Orchestra based on English Folk Tunes which has been his most-anthologized work. He tried his hand at opera in the 1960s with an adaptation of Middlemarch that earned effusive praise from any, and only, magazines with headquarters in London.

In 1967 Williamson declared himself proudly to be ‘the last remaining tonal composer’, forming a society with the thousand or so other remaining tonal composers called “The Musicke Guild”. Their newsletter ran until 1997, but no one on their masthead knew how to use email, so it died out.

The 1970s were a productive phase of Williamson’s career: the slow(er) movement from his 3rd piano concerto was featured in The Wicker Man, which led to a series of commissions from the BBC. His last completed work was a Coronation Anthem which he sent to the director of the King’s College Choir with the note— “Look. The old girl’s already 50. You’ll have need of this very soon.”

Williamson is featured on every other disc released on the label Lyrita, at least in spirit.

Maximilian Schmerzberg (1915-1980)

Schmerzberg’s family fled the rise of the Nazis by moving to Monterrey, California: but young Maximilian was incredibly depressed surrounded by all the palm trees and cool ocean breezes, the 64 F (17.778 C) degree weather, the beautiful women in swimsuits, and the fresh seafood. He pined for his home in suburban Mannheim instead.

After studying with John Cage, who said of his pupil, “Good God, man, learn to write a tune, or something,” Schmerzberg returned to Germany in 1950 and became the most committed professor in the Darmstadter Fereinkurse.

Some of Schmerzberg’s most famous works include Warzen und Blasen for tuba, wood blocks, contrabassoon, and microtonal cello. He sought a “complete liberation of ‘music’ from the tyranny of ‘enjoyment’”. When composing his Sonata fur Klavier: Drangsal, he had test subjects hooked up to medical electrodes and attempted to find chord progressions that activated the same regions in the brain as being kicked in the shins.

Schmerzberg is considered an important figure in the development of aleatoric music. For example, his Leiden: Fur Streichquartette says to the 2nd violin: “I literally don’t care what you play. Just make something up.” In the 1970s he also experimented with open scoring, requesting from the Mannheim police department photos of crime scenes, house fires, and corpses, and submitting these to musicians in lieu of a traditional, written score.

When Schmerzberg died in 1980, his family were incredulous to discover that in a secret compartment in his bedroom he had a priceless collection of disco LPs and had worn out the grooves of all 6 ABBA records. You never know, with some people.

Bob Ramirez (1933-2007)

Roberto “Bob” Ramirez’s career nearly ended before it began: as a closeted gay student born to immigrant parents now at Yale in the early ‘50s, he was deterred from pursuing music. “Look, Bob, you’re just gonna get blacklisted by McCarthy,” said his advisor, mangling a cigar. He was, as it happens, another closeted gay immigrant composer (but this time from Europe), in a department full to bursting with closeted gay immigrant composers.

Ramirez made the decision to relocate to Hollywood to offer his prodigious talents as a film composer, specializing in sci-fi/horror. It was said that he could produce a score before the script was even written, or, indeed, plotted, and his excellent working relationship with nine or so different California-based orchestras allowed him record quickly and cheaply. Who among us cannot hum the title sequence of I Married An Electric Snake! or the sensual romantic theme from The Deadly Plutonians, or the hair-raising battle sequence in Attack of the Undead Gorillas ? Then there are his innovations: using the newly-invented electric guitar over a piano trio for the main theme in Yep, The Skeletons Are Made of Rubber Again, or having a young Marilyn Horne sing into a metal trash bin to achieve the exact right effect in Something Weird is Happening in Dr. Miller’s Laboratory and No, Don’t Worry, It’s Not That.

Like many film composers, Ramirez was heavily underrated as an original voice until the 1970s, when UCLA agreed to put on his Alto Saxophone Concerto with a suite of excerpts from his films. Ramirez fought bitterly against the inclusion of explanatory context notes in the program. The concert organizers told him, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, writing for film,” but Ramirez insisted, “Sure it is. I don’t think you get how dog shit all those movies were.”

In the 1990s, Ramirez received commission after commission from orchestras across the USA, but this never quite translated into success in Europe. Due to his name, the typical European reviewer always assumes he is a South American composer, and politely tries to figure out where lie the elements of samba, tango, or mariachi in his music. To this, Ramirez said, “The hell? I don’t even speak Spanish,” but this will not deter European listeners from doing their best.

In the 2000s, Ramirez was approached by a number of video game companies to write for them, arguing that it’s really just like a continuation of film scoring. “I don’t get it,” Ramirez replied, in his characteristic blunt fashion. “Where’s all the fellas in fedoras smokin’ cigarettes?”

Jānis Bēriņiś (1956-/)

Sometimes known as Mr. Diacritical Mark, Jānis Bēriņiś is a balding composer currently teaching at the National University of Latvia. In 1998 he was ordered the National Medal of Heroic and Profound Services to the People and the Nation of Latvia (lētais un viltotais apbalvojums, ko mēs tikko izdomājām pagājušajā ceturtdienā) for his opera, “Ilze and the Malevolent Sea Spirits”.

His specialty really lies in works for orchestra and chorus, including Six Poems by Paul Celan, and his Memento Mori for 64 double basses and a mixed choir of bass-baritone. He has already written 6 large symphonies with dedications to 1) his wife, 2) victims of war in general, 3) his pet gerbil Mikhail, 4) The Polar Ice Caps, 5) The 20th Century, 6) Blockbuster Video Multimedia Retail Chain.

Environmentalism is a particular theme, ever since his Aurora Borealis (1987), a triple concerto for recorder, wordless alto, and marimba. He has introduced measures to have his scores printed only on brown recycled paper, which some musicians have said inhibits readability. Bēriņiś has stoically replied that in most of his works, you can’t really hear what’s happening over the timpani anyways.

In the 2020s, Bēriņiś has been hard at work writing chamber music. He had 3 string quartets commissioned by Kronos: unfortunately, they had to reject the first one as it was written for 4 double bass players. A spokesperson for the Kronos Quartet said, “I don’t think any of us play that. Could you write us a regular string quartet, please?” but String Quartet No. 2 (2021), subtitled “Red Algae” was written for 3 cellos and 1 double bass. “That’s one of us covered,” the spokesperson replied with a sigh. “But the rest of us still can’t actually play—” Bēriņiś’s third and most recent attempt calls for electronic means to pitch all 4 string instruments down to just below the audibility threshold. “Okay, fine,” replied the spokesperson. “Whatever.”

Kai Wright (1989-/)

One half of the indie-folk-electronica duo Helvetica Guacamole, Kai Wright is a Bushwick-based composer, sculptor, digital artist, vlogger, and poet. Their father is the former CEO of Lockheed Martin and their mother managed a hedge fund.

Controversy attended Wright’s winning of the Young Composer’s Prize in 2011, since they submitted not a score but a DAW file. This was a minor scandal in certain more conservative outlets, but as Wright said, “Look, who cares, right? Nobody can play an instrument anymore anyways…”

The bigger issue is that although Wright’s music has won several awards, it can only be heard on Bandcamp as a series of MIDI files. I don’t want to do that. Do I have to listen on Bandcamp? I’d really rather not.

One of Wright’s more notable recent ventures has been the multimedia project Requiem for Barack Obama, a 2025 summation of the current geopolitical landscape, which included a life-sized state of Obama made out of LEGO and a ‘dark ambient’ synthesizer EP. At its grand opening, one art critic who visited the installation asked them about the genesis of the piece.

“I just mean, you know. He’s still alive, Obama is.”

Wright furrowed their brow. “No, really? Are you sure? It’s just, I haven’t heard him doing anything lately.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure…I think he’s still out there. Somewhere.”

“Huh.”

Wright removed the installation quietly the following morning. Obama, for his part, took the controversy in good humor, including a Helvetica Guacamole track on his Summer Playlist which he certainly has not listened to.

Is it difficult being a composer today?

“I think so,” Wright says. “I mean, this piece I wrote, which, I’m so grateful to the Boston Modern Orchestra Project for performing it but… it’s actually a really clever work. Because the themes all come from, like, different iconic songs and sound effects used on Vine, right, as a sort of tribute to the 2016 era? Like, the opening section has the strings playing Trap Queen by Fetty Wap. I just think that most people here…” Wright gestures hopelessly to a crowd of bemused listeners who have definitely, definitely never heard of Fetty Wap. “I don’t think they get it.”

Well, there you have it! 20 new composers to reference while your music friends nod sagely along. “I think I’ve heard of that one,” they’ll say. And who’s to say they haven’t? Who’s to say that I haven’t, by making these up, accidentally stumbled upon the truth?

Whose music are you queuing up first? Let me know in the comments!

Perhaps the first time I really heard about labels was when I got into Jazz, but then it was just because everything, no, I really mean everything was on Blue Note. It’s sort of like when you’re on Jeopardy, and they say “This Canadian hockey player—” — I’m already cutting Ken Jennings off, I’m going, “Who is…Wayne Gretzky?” and collecting my 200 bucks. “Somethin’ Else by Cannonball Adderley was released on this label” — it’s always Blue Note.

But in the strange world of Classical Music, labels seem to matter nearly as much as the music itself, sometimes they seem to usurp the role of performers. There are more of them than you think there are, however many you think. And boy oh boy do the fans refer to them casually, as if you ought to know what they all mean.

Oh, you know the Mozart on Harmonia Mundi? I was listening to this overtures disc on Bis. Heard there’s a new Hyperion out on Friday!

If you find this boring, off-putting, or weird, you are not alone.

This would be quite a nice wall poster if you are an unbelievably weird Classical Music person like me

Still, one of the goals of …And in the Scherzo… is to help demystify Classical Music for would-be fans (or beginner fans), so I think it’s worth talking about this facet of, as it were, the Classical Experience. I hope this helps shed some light and provide some light entertainment.

Here’s what we’re gonna do.

1. Why do labels ‘matter’ so much in Classical music?

2. What are, say, 36 of the one million labels you’re likely to bump into? What are their characteristics?

3. How can knowing about labels enhance your listening experience (it can’t), improve your quality of life (it can’t), or help you find more of what you like to listen to (…okay, yeah, that one’s fair).

Part 1: Why?

The short answer to ‘why are there all these different labels’ is that there are a lot of world-class Classical musicians, and recording them costs relatively little.

Like, let’s think about this, right? How many conservatory-trained musicians graduate each year across the globe? A lot.

Now, Classical Music, except for a very small subset of (unfairly maligned) contemporary stuff, was designed to work with standard acoustic instruments in ‘common’ spaces: small rooms, stages, churches, etc…

So, recording is kind of a cinch. This is not to denigrate the work done by, like, Classical music engineers, producers, etc., but I think it’s fair and reasonable to say that it takes fewer engineer-hours to get a Haydn String Quartet disc on the market than, say, Katy Perry’s new B-side.

So your upfront costs are relatively low in:

1) finding* say, 4 professional-grade string musicians, 2) finding a church in London that’s happy to let you borrow a few hours one afternoon, 3) hitting ‘roll tape’ for repertory they have to play perfectly night-after-night in concert anyways. Oh, and, 4) You’re probably in the public domain (by centuries), or else there’s a nonprofit-type educational board wanting to keep the legacy of (insert composer name) alive.

*I say ‘finding’, but actually, in a lot of labels, odds are that your musicians actually approach the label itself, which solves even more difficulties! More on that soon.

Of course, all of this would mean nothing if Classical music fans didn’t want to buy/stream/listen to every stray note anyone ever jotted down, and some of it in a thousand versions too.

It’s kind of a perfect storm. Even orchestral music, where you might object— hang on, …And, it can’t be cheap to hire 120 people even at fairly insulting rates!

To which I would say: don’t call me that, ‘…And in the Scherzo…’ isn’t like, my full legal name; and, exactly, I know that— but that’s why most symphonies and operas are really recorded live, or at least in rehearsals for live shows that they have to do anyway.

Anything with a relatively low cost of entry is gonna be oversaturated. But, equally, anything where the market is distributed in this wonky way is going to have tons of small-scale distributors. See, this is why the ‘labels’ question is boring. Who loves music, but wants to talk about markets?

What I mean by ‘wonky’ is, Classical Music is sort of an exaggerated version of other hobbies and genres in that the overwhelming majority of listeners don’t really, per se, care about any of it. I’m not sure what the stats are precisely, but think about the number of people who use “Classical Radio” as background music to study for a big test, or to, like, feel extra fancy in a bubblebath. I once commented on a Mozart CD in a friend’s car and he sheepishly admitted that he had no idea what was on it, actually, it just helped him to not have road rage. Which is fair enough, I guess. You can sort of easily prove this for yourself on YouTube: playlists called, like, “Calming bright happy classical music for sleep and relaxing EINSTEIN MODE” will have 80 trillion views while, I don’t know, (insert work name) by (insert composer) will have somewhat less. I don’t resent this (even if I think it’s a bit funny) but it is a fact.

On the other hand, though, the people who are into it, are, often enough, really into it. I listen to like 1,500 Classical albums a year but my knowledge and expertise is like a child’s compared to the people who post on most dedicated classical fora online. (*except for reddit, interestingly, which is full of people who know nothing).

All of this is to say that there are a lot of smaller labels out there: but ‘small’ doesn’t mean lower-quality music, performers, or even problems with reach. Often enough, the smaller the label, the better the average, if anything. Sometimes, it means they get to specialize a bit.

Now, I think the degree to which Classical Music labels specialize can probably be overstated. Sometimes people act like Hyperion’s the only place to listen to romantic piano concerti by less-famous composers. Well, they have an incredible, phenomenal series dedicated to that, but they sure aren’t the only ones who record ‘em!

I think a good analogy here might be University. Labels other than Classical work a bit more like non-US countries, that have a range of good location-based universities that are more or less interchangeable. Classical is a bit more like the American system, where there are 1,000+ colleges and universities—way more than the population actually needs—because we’ve adopted a model based on much smaller institutions that aim at being a bit more ‘individualized’. And yet, you know, they hire English Literature professors at MIT. There is a remarkably strong engineering program at Swarthmore that hardly anyone knows about. Specializations are tendencies, they are a ‘vibe’ more than anything engraved in stone.

And, for my non-American readers, you know: sorry for that analogy. I promise it makes sense.

So labels take on some degree of ‘vibe’. Their releases are not normally as interchangeable as A&M’s in the example above. But then…what is that vibe? How do we come to know our MITs from our Dartmouths?

I’m sure there’s a great guide somewhere out there, but I have always wanted to contribute to one myself. So I’m going to offer my thoughts on, just to pick a random number, say, 36, out of the literally hundreds possible. I’m going to err on the side of ‘more popular independent labels’, but also try to mix some variety in. It will inevitably display a bias towards what I myself have noticed as an individual listener. Pictured below will be a, perhaps, ‘typical’, album of theirs: not the best or most essential or most famous, but, the first one I happened to grab for illustrative purposes. I have given these some thought, if you want to use them to get into that label’s style, but they will also largely display recency bias.

But, so, that’s why I’d love to hear from you all in the comments! What classical music labels do you particularly like? How would you describe their specialty? What should we check out more of?

Here’s my attempt:

Part 2: My Current Impressions of 36 Labels

Alpha : Alpha is a good label to start with, and not just because of its apt name. In some ways, it does a majority of the things that are characteristic of good, smaller classical music labels. Founded in France in 1999, they have traveled from a focus on baroque and early music to a general principle of being “edgy” — sometimes slightly atypical composers or works, but more often artists with unusual interpretations. At the same time, they are rigorously professional with high standards and a frankly enviable success rate. Like most people I do not agree with all of these interpretations every time, but I always walk away from an Alpha CD feeling like I’ve learned something. They’re invigorating.

Lots of little series’ and imprint labels to keep track of too!

Biddulph* : I sort of don’t just mean Biddulph in particular here, but they’re a good representative avatar of “labels that specialize in historical re-releases”. I actually, personally, have only listened to a few Biddulph recordings, because when I want historical I pretty much always want opera and Biddulph is really more about historical string-playing (their founder was, I think, an English violinist). There are a couple of labels for historic opera of course, but none of them do I respect as much as Biddulph in terms of its ethos: immaculately clean recordings from, like, 1926 that sound as though they were recorded yesterday. Attention brought to nearly-forgotten musicians of the past. And, plus, they’re still coming out with new stuff. One to watch if you like your chamber music.

Point is: there is a whole world of labels digging up, cleaning off, and presenting performances from aeons ago. It’s worth getting to know some of these, can be life-enriching.

Bis : Bis or possibly BIS is another label that any Classical fan will go to bat for. They were founded comparatively early for a smaller label (1973), with two focuses emerging over time. Scandinavian composers/performers, and not-quite-famous 20th century music. Tons of Schnittke, Part, Hosokawa, Gubaidulina, Aho, Tubin, Petterson, as well as Sibelius and Grieg. I also happen to like their logo, and, although not an audiophile, audiophiles seem to like their engineering. I’ve found that when Bis albums don’t work, they tend to be kind of gaunt and stodgy—never ‘stupid’ or half-hearted—but this is rare. Most of the time they smoke, you know? A lot of explosive Scandinavian orchestral music.

Some of my favorite recordings of theirs are the Jon Leifs albums, pictured below.

Bongiovanni: I have a lot of personal affection for Bongiovanni, which started its life as a record store in 1905 in Bologna. It somehow transmutated into a label as well during the ‘70s, specializing in opera. I say opera, but what I mean is Italian opera. Anything will do, from Monteverdi to Puccini (there’s not much recent stuff) so long as it’s Italian, do not look for your Wagner here. If you are a Weird Opera Person like myself, Bongiovanni is invaluable: they have a vast treasure house of good second-tier operas in usually first-class performances. Where they sometimes let the listener down is their sound quality and documentation: they’re very patchy about uploading things and correctly labeling metadata, but that’s a minor quibble.

I do always get excited when I spot a recording with their ornate outline (pictured below). It’s the best of local Italian opera.

Brilliant : Brilliant Classics is a Dutch label that consists of seemingly 99.9% Italian musicians which I accidentally imprinted on because they have a phenomenal YouTube presence. I’ll write more about this one day, but Brilliant provided my first exposure to the range of Classical Music by their schedule of posting “one album a day” which they kept up for a lot of Covid. Elsewhere I see reviewers being a bit sniffy about Brilliant’s quality; I don’t know how true that is all of the time. Their physical releases might be low-budget, but some of their stuff is genuinely remarkable, and they’re often a great place to get complete sets. There is a slight bias towards baroque and early music, and keyboard/ chamber music generally, but some of my favorite releases of theirs are the undiscovered Classical and Early Romantic stuff. Okay, sometimes I’ll graduate onto performances elsewhere but I really think they do great work!

And sometimes it’s nice to discover a new album because I’ll pop open YouTube and go, “Huh! Trio Sonatas by William Babell? Never heard of him…”

Capriccio : There is more to Austro-German music than the big 70-80 names you immediately think of. Okay, sorry, I’m being a little tongue in cheek: but it’s actually true. There were a lot of well-trained and interesting composers from the Germanophone world, and Capriccio is on a mission to present them all beautifully. (plus some other things as well: they aren’t monomaniacs). In that sense they’re a bit like CPO (below) but they feel more 20th century than 19th: lots of late Romantics and modernists— Schulhoff, Kapustin, Weigl, Kabelac, Hindemith, Humerpdinck, Weill, Braunfels. That sort of a thing. Obviously I adore Capriccio, I think they do a great job of finding unknown (or under-recorded) music that is genuinely worth hearing. A label I can trust, and whose specialty I understand.

You will like this label to the extent that you love, I’d say, Richard Strauss outside of the BIG pieces, if that makes sense.

Cedille : Founded in 1989, Cedille is a proudly Chicagoan label, championing American music in all of its forms. And just like the Windy City itself, Cedille is—well, actually, I’ve never been to Chicago, so, I wouldn’t know. But it is a wonderful, exciting, vibrant label. Scanning the bestseller list, it seems like the Rachel Barton Pine show, (and I do love her), but there’s actually a lot of depth. Pacifica Quartet, Menotti operas, Third Coast Percussion, Stacy Garrop, Frederic Rzewski, jazz, blues, Christmas music, Sephardic music… it’s pretty much all here. I mean, I wouldn’t try to build a standard rep library— some of it’s here, but, you know. But for the adventurous Classical listeners who appreciates a quality performance of fun American music, Cedille’s indispensable.

They’re also very proudly a non-profit, which, I think is unusual for a label? I’m not sure. Anyone else know?

Centaur: Centaur is one of the first smaller labels that I decided to investigate fully, and that was only because I have some personal history writing about centaurs in Ancient Greece. I respect Centaur, but never quite found my love for them: they’re, I think, the oldest US-based independent label (1976) with some really lovely music, but the vibe overall has always felt very serious, somewhat academic and dry. Everyone involved seems to be a professor of some sort, or, someone who’s been studying for 15 years to make a labored recording of 1 piano sonata, and, I don’t know, the recordings just typically feel…not particularly sexy, melodic, rhythmic, or exciting: but, on the other hand, usually made up of quality performances. So, they’re a bit hit or miss, but definitely a good supplement to be aware of.

I do really love their Pachelbel Complete Organ Music series, I must say.

Challenge: You can imagine how excited I was to come across a label called Challenge Classics. In fact, their music is not inherently, or even primarily, challenging. Instead, this is a very high-quality boutique label founded in the ‘90s in the Netherlands, featuring mostly excellent Dutch musicians, recorded beautifully, doing pretty much whatever they want. There’s more Beethoven and Mendelssohn than there are modern artists. That said, their label’s mission statement talks a big game about fusion, jazz, and neoclassical composers, so I try to look out for their releases that fit specifically into that category, and I have to say that I’ve always come away quite impressed. I think Challenge are really worth getting to know. So don’t be put off: there’s nothing here that’ll be difficult to listen to.

Below album one of my overall favorites of the year, actually:

Chandos : Maybe it’s just because I live in the US after a long stint in the UK, and all my Classical Music sources are Anglophone, but I do feel like I’ve grown to know reasonably well a whole slew of English labels. Possibly my favorite of these is Chandos: founded in 1979 and named after the Duke who hired Handel for 1 single calendar year (yeah, I know). They have a somewhat unintentionally funny Opera in English series, but all the work they do on English composers, the English choral tradition, and English musicians is stunning. Time and time again I’ve taken a risk on a Chandos album that looked boring, but turned out to be recorded with so much love and talent it becomes a new favorite.

Even if Elgar and Bax aren’t your thing, do check out Chandos!

CPO : Instantly recognizable for their white-outline album covers, CPO is a real hit with the listeners. I don’t know anyone who cares about Classical Music who doesn’t like and respect CPO, which is kind of nuts, honestly. That doesn’t mean everything they release is a hit, but the batting average is really high! CPO albums are often made with local German orchestras, and often the difference between them and a world-class major city ensemble is pretty minor. As such, the CPO releases I get most excited for are the 19th / early 20th century off-the-beaten-path symphonic works, although there’s some lovely opera, chamber music, baroque, etc. in there too. CPO tends towards tonal conservatism, you’re almost never going to hear something unpleasant. At worst it might be stodgy.

But when they make a genuine discovery, which feels like at least once a month, CPO have radically expanded what the public can access when it comes to orchestral music of the 19th century.

Da Capo : Once more, this ‘stands for’ the world of National labels, of which there are many. It is not actually quite MY favorite national label, but it seems to be many listeners’, and I do think they do an exemplary job. Go here to find your Danish composers: one and all, from the Court of King Christian to Kuhlau, Heise, Gade, Holmboe, Langgaard, Nielsen: they’re all here. And don’t be put off by the sleek, modernist, contemporary art covers: you could get something very late romantic (below image a case in point). More broadly, though, Da Capo does a wonderful job highlighting, recording, and promoting music by Danes; and I can always appreciate someone who finds a niche and excels in it.

If there is a musical region that interests you, you might want to investigate local labels.

Decca : Decca is an elder statesman (est. 1929) in the classical label record industry, being formed out of the Decca Gramophone Company, but for my money perhaps the one that’s remained the most compelling today. As such, though, writing about Decca is hard, because they’re massive and do pretty much everything well. Where else can you pick up Pavarotti, the Rolling Stones, and Louis Armstrong, right? Even if I could argue that, for example, early music is not a specialty of Decca, well, Stile Antico exists and is great. I think they also do a good job balancing reissuing a wonderful back catalogue with promoting new artists and occasionally getting some interesting repertory out there—although, yeah, Decca’s primarily for the big composers.

Hilary Hahn, Georg Solti, Nicola Benedeti, the Kanneh-Masons (pictured), David Barenboim… the list is endless.

Deutsche Grammophon : If I were being mean, I would say that Deutsche Grammphon, or DG as the fans call it, sometimes feels like a bit of a legacy act. They were founded in 1898, so, around a century before many of the other labels mentioned here, and their historic series (Originals, Archiv, etc.) are densely packed with reference recordings. They have pretty recognizable branding too: that ornate yellow-y box, which is either a sticker or a massive top-bar. DG presents as an elite sort of experience, with pricey CDs in fancy packaging, but their actual current ‘batting average’ is kinda low, especially in a field where we love our history. Not because they refuse to innovate: actually quite a lot of their new releases consist of glossy, highly-produced contemporary music. And don’t worry: they still have some hit pianists. Wang, Argerich, Trifonov, Lisiecki.

They’re just a tad bit more of a mixed bag, with a typically slightly safe, smooth, committee-like sound. The highs are still very good, and it is impossible to like any genre of Classical without getting deep into their back catalogue.

Dynamic: Pretty much everything I wrote about Bongiovanni goes for Dynamic as well: this is a locally-oriented Italian label founded in the ‘70s (but in Genoa, this time) that contributes so much to the world by simply recording and distributing local Italian opera houses. There’s some other good stuff I’ve found on Dynamic: baroque Italian trio sonatas and suchlike, but vocal music is their forte, forgive the pun. Some of the weaknesses are the same: sound quality is what it is, documentation is so-so; and some are new: the label’s hideous, and google doesn’t let you search for them without effort because Dynamic is already a word. But the strengths are, well, all those glorious operas. I feel like I know Bongiovanni better, but I’m really not sure why—could be a fluke.

Hard to recommend to a newby, but if you’re really into your opera… this one’s for you.

Erato : One of the older labels included here (an impressive 1953), Erato is, in theory, an early music/baroque label. They also have a decidedly French accent. Over the years, though, I think they’ve trended in the direction of an all-rounder. As I look at their best sellers, for example, I see Mozart, Schubert, and Mendelssohn mixed in with early music pioneer David Munrow and Christina Pluhar, and plenty of Faure, Ravel, and Debussy. More keyboard and chamber than orchestral, I’d say—although, with William Christie they’ve done a lot of baroque opera. I’d also add that their non-Early music represents their very best albums. Anecdotally, I find their standards to be high: a lot of great performers doing top-notch recordings.

Definitely a fan favorite that’s worth getting to know.

First Inversion : First Inversion is really a sort of ‘parent company’ with several constituent labels. Each of these has a sort of general ‘feel’: “Divine Art” has a lot of piano, “Metier” is all about contemporary composers, “Athene” is early, “Ekkozone” is minimalist,” and “Diversions” is mostly unusual stuff: reimagining, etc. Taken as a whole, First Inversion represents an invaluable place to find composers you’ve never heard of but are glad you did. Their mainstays are neither the harsh avant-garde nor neo-romantic tonal composers exactly, but eclectic, quirky writers. Looking back at their catalogue, I'm shocked at just how many of these are ‘finds’; not even necessarily favorite discs, but ones where you go, “Hm, I want to hear more of this person in the future.”

I suspect a lot of my readers are in the market for just that…

Gothic* : Again, I don’t necessarily just mean this one label here—which, I confess, is not one of the biggies. What I mean is, just how Biddulph stood for the word of historic/archival labels, is specialty instrument labels. There are a couple for piano—Steinway, Piano Classics, etc.— and there are seemingly a bunch of tiny ones for organ music, of which Gothic may be the largest? There’s probably one for classical guitar, I don’t know. Could be a cello label out there. Maybe wind and brass have their micro-labels too. Gothic is a personal fave for me in my quest to hear and appreciate tons of different organs and organ repertory, and I would certainly like to advocate more people check them out. But, you know, my point is, if you really love an instrument, there might well be a label for that too.

Check Gothic and see if they’ve recorded an organ near you, ya know?

Haenssler: If you find yourself reading this list and going “I don’t care about all this obscure undiscovered stuff. Just give me Bach and Mozart and Beethoven!” then, this label is for you. Haenssler (there’s an umlaut, but I can’t be bothered) is a German label, founded in the mid ‘70s and they are ALL about the standard rep. Haydn, Mahler, Schumann, Strauss, Brahms, Mendelssohn, Ravel… every now and then they’ll go crazy and through in, like, Enescu or someone. Now, having said all that, I’m not making fun of them (well, only a little), since they capitalize on the sheer volume of exceptionally talented German musicians to deliver consistently great performances. I’m not sure I find many of these exciting or fresh but they are usually very good. Sound quality tends to be good too.

The big sets are important too— a Haydn series, the JS & CPE Bach editions. Things like that.

Harmonia Mundi : The conceptual pitch for Harmonia Mundi is pretty straightforward: it’s the biggest HIP label. Sure, they got some other stuff in there, because over the past 40 years they’ve grown and grown and picked up accolades and grammy awards and whatnot. But for every 1 Mahler or Bartok disc there are 50 Bach, Vivaldi, renaissance lute, Handel, and Italian madrigals. And when I say HIP, I mean, you know: you will not hear a note of vibrato anywhere on Harmonia Mundi. Still, they have a discerning palette and they tend to pick up artists who are serious, intelligent, and deeply musical, but not too dry or academic. I’d say they get the very very best of the HIP performers. I’ve never been let down by a Harmonia Mundi album, and you won’t be either.

Harmonia Mundi may focus on the ‘major’ composers, but my favorite discs of theirs are often where they treat those 2nd tier composers with the same vigor, seriousness and passion.

Hyperion : Another large British label that’s a bit of an all-rounder and does pretty much everything well. There is maybe a slight bias towards British music, and certainly they feature a lot of British musicians, but who cares when it’s all so good? Quite a lot of their catalogue seems to be very early stuff— like medieval through Renaissance—but they are best known for their Romantic Piano Concerto series, now at volume, idk, 90? And yet, it’s a series with seemingly no misses. But, I promise you that their other stuff is incredible too. You really will not go wrong with Hyperion. It’s a bit hard to say anything else definite about them, because they kinda do it all. Some people say their older works have poor engineering, but nothing in the last 20 years has gotten that review, and I’m not really enough of an audiophile to comment.

Hyperion good. Acquaint yourself with their catalogue.

Kairos : Kairos, like Hyperion, is a term from the Ancient Greeks. The similarities end there. Browsing Kairos’ artists you will not find any Mozart, Beethoven, Brahms, or Mahler, no Shostakovich, Ades, or Higdon either. Bach makes an appearance for all of 90 seconds on one album, titled Kurtag’s Ghosts. Instead, Kairos is the home of the avant-garde. They might be one of only 2 labels here where the majority of their composers are still alive, which I massively respect. That said, I struggle to like a lot of their music. It’s always very interesting, but I tend to take it a bit spaced out: one album per two months. I think this year I’ve given my first personal 5-star to a Kairos release— Qba Janicki’s Bionic Environments— but even then, I spent most of the time wondering if I’d accidentally taken some kind of pill I shouldn’t have, accidentally. When Kairos works, I don’t necessarily feel like I’ve heard music, but I feel like I have had some sort of experience.

Your mileage may vary, but give ‘em a try every so often and see what you think.

LSO Live* : Once again, this is ‘standing for’ a whole family of labels built around, not genres, styles, eras, or countries, but the musicians. As far as I know, the London Symphony Orchestra was the first (back in 1999) to make their own label to release things on their own terms. Mostly, these labels are all created by orchestras. It would be hard to imagine an individual pianist, say, even wanting to do something like that. So what’s the advantage of this? I’m not sure. I don’t think the sound is any better than other labels, and it’s not like they’re using this to explore more interesting repertory. Maybe the pay ends up being better for the musicians? Frankly, I think it’d be more of a headache to try and track new releases if more orchestras follow suit, but, oh well.

Still, some very solid stuff here and on other orchestra-specific labels.

Naxos : If I could take the collected releases from only one label with me to a deserted island, it’d be Naxos, and it wouldn’t even be close. As I understand it, Naxos were one of the first labels to switch from having a roster of in-house musicians to, essentially, letting top-musicians come to them and ‘pitch’ their album. So they only have to handle distribution. Naxos covers are also iconic—lots of multicolored text with a public-domain painting shrunk awkwardly in the middle. They’re ugly. But that’s part of the charm. Naxos is saying, ‘we don’t care about any of that other superficial stuff: just getting good recordings of the music out there’. And boy, do they! Naxos started similar to Brilliant above, focusing on baroque and classical music, and their first mega hit was shining a light on the 18th-century symphony beyond Haydn and Mozart at a time when few other people were doing that. These days, though, they have everything: piano, organ, guitar, medieval, contemporary, opera, Spanish, American, Brazilian, concertante, brass, wind—they even have a historical line re-releasing material some of which predates their own founding by 80 years!

The standards are high, the prices are low, I’ve barely missed a single Naxos release (on streaming, at least) from the past 5 or so years.

Neos : Neos is the other avant-garde contemporary music label (see Kairos above). I think one of the differences is that Neos reaches back in time a little more: lots of Schoenberg and Cage and Stockhausen. They are also maybe a bit less wildly experimental. With Kairos, you’re liable to get man screaming over synthesizer and wood blocks, in Neos you’re more likely to get, like, works for string quartet, but serialist. But, like Kairos, this is a label that I dip into often, and yet often emerge a little bemused. I’m glad they exist, and I’m glad they take their music seriously, but for me it always feels more like an Academic Exercise than listening to music. Your mileage may vary.

Still, do keep dipping into them if you want to keep up with the avant-garde. I discovered Helmschrott through Neos, who I genuinely love.

Nimbus: I find Nimbus a little bit hard to pin down. On the one hand, they’re another Very English label, with a lot of English musicians playing standard rep. Good handfuls of Handel, Vaughan Williams, and Tippett. But your opinion is really going to depend on how much you like their musicians: I think they really range from incredible to not very good at all. To some people, they’re known for the prima voce series of historic singing recitals which are admittedly excellent. They also have a couple of contemporary composers they seem to work very closely with: George Benjamin and Augusta Read Thomas are frequent partners. Audio sound is very good as far as I can tell, but I’ve seen some critics say their choices are odd in that department.

One to explore further, I think…

Oehms: I told you this list would have a bias towards my preferences, and Oehms is, for ME, kind of an opera specialty label. That is, Oehms is sort of like Dynamic and Bongiovanni except it’s German (Munich) and recent (2003). The sound quality is better, I think. But for me it’s all about recording those local operatic performances at the great opera houses of the German world. So, your involvement with Oehms depends really on how much, like, Strauss, Wagner, and Weber you like. Of course, yes, they do other stuff as well, but I’ve never been as into their pure orchestral or chamber music, although they have loads of Bruckner symphonies, lots of Mahler — anything that’s getting live performances in German concert halls.

So, as with many of these, you’re at the mercy of individual performers, but I think they’re typically pretty good…

Ondine: Ondine is Finnish, and they do like their Finns. I think for most people they are associated with Rautavaara and Saariaho and other people with double -aa-s in their name. Jeaan Sibeliaas? But their reach extends to other Scandinavian composers and, in fact, Scandi-adjacent composers. As with other labels here, yes they do standard rep stuff too, but I’m not sure I’d go to Ondine for that. My impression is a lot of late-20th century orchestral stuff: beautifully-performed and well-recorded. Again, your investment into Ondine will depend on how much you enjoy that sort of heavy, dark, North European modernist sound—for me, it’s an occasional thing, because it really takes effort and patience to absorb, but the stuff I like here I really do love.

Rautavaara might be the litmus test but I have to plug Sumera’s symphonies, one of my top discs of 2025.

Opera Rara : Opera Rara remains the only record label I have actually written to, prompted by an afternoon when I went to visit a friend in Battersea (London) and had coffee right directly across the street from a building which I, years later, found out was their headquarters. This touched me, in a weird kind of way, and I wrote in to tell them how much I loved the work they do. They featured something from that email on their podcast, so, I guess we’re buddies now. Opera Rara was founded in the ‘70s to promote, perform, and record bel canto operas that have flown under the radar. The past 25 years have been particularly good to them, with much more frequent releases and pretty high praise from opera people. I am a little bit nuts about bel canto (I still owe you guys that article) and it is really only via Opera Rara that I can fill in all the cracks in Rossini, Donizetti, Meyerbeer, Offenbach, etc. I hope they do a million more releases.

You’ll start to notice many of the same singers, conductors, etc., but the thing is, they’re all excellent at this repertory.

Pentatone : Their name pays tribute to the 5 channels of ‘surround sound’, so in theory, you can probably expect great quality sound from this Dutch label, founded in 2001. You can recognize them by That Font thing— no, in all seriousness, I think Pentatone has my favorite average album cover, if you get me. They’re pretty much always attractive and never super-low-effort. But also, frankly, by having some absolutely excellent artists. Repertory trends standard and orchestral—which is impressive by itself, since most smaller specialize in baroque + chamber—and they genuinely do it all well. My vague impression of the roster is that they have a lot of extremely well-chosen artists, not flashy and attention-grabbing, but quality musicians. Bychkov, Shibe, Chua, Janowski… it’s a strong list!

I imagine the audio thing will also appeal to many, alas, I lack the ear-training to discriminate myself.

Signum : Signum is a label I’ve heard quite a bit from, but they’re also difficult to pin down. Founded in 1997, Signum is another British label with extensive early music collections, but they do quite a bit of everything, if they can. Only a few releases per year, but it does always seem like great care has been lavished on their albums. By the numbers, it looks like choral music is a specialty. I’ve heard and enjoyed a lot of their choral music, at least. I would say that their performers are somewhat less well-known than other, comparable labels, but that makes a successful find from Signum even more exciting. You can count on them for variety and talent, even if they don’t have the flashiest musicians on hand.

A connoisseur’s label, maybe, but definitely one to dip into.

SOMM: I still don’t get the name— is it a reference to sommeliers? The Battle of the Somme? Anyway, this is another one of those British labels that does tremendously well in the Anglophone press. I’d like to say I’ve noticed the ‘warm, natural acoustic’ they are said to have, but I can confidently say that there is a lot of very pleasant English chamber, piano, and vocal music here. Tons of Elgar and Howells and Bax… I think of SOMM as mainly a ‘comfy’ label, with a lot of watercolors and lieder and such. If you love ‘light music’ quote unquote, I think you will enjoy a lot of things on SOMM, but I have also occasionally found some more daring albums in and among their catalogue…

I am not a lieder guy, but I’ll go to bat for a lot of their choral & chamber music.

Supraphon : I include Supraphon in large part to admit a personal blindspot. When I saw other Classical music fans citing Supraphon as a favorite, I assumed it was for historical recordings—Karel Ancerl and people from that era. Actually, no, they’re still around, and I’ve barely heard any of their newer stuff. I’m not sure why it’s practically all passed me by, but, such is the joy of Classical music: I now have a ton more artists to explore! Supraphon is “The Czech Label”, reaching back to the ‘30s to promote Czech and Slavic artists and composers, so, a first port of call for your Dvoraks, Martinus, Smetanas, Janaceks, and Suks. And that said, you know, some of those old Czech recordings are unbelievably good.

One recent disc I HAVE heard is Trio Bohemo’s Reicha Trios: highly, highly recommended!

Tactus: Although it most certainly does not sound like it, Tactus is to Italy what Supraphon is to Czechia. It may as well be called Italia Records or something. They have produced piles and piles and piles of CDs by Italian composers you’ve never heard of and sometimes can barely google search: medieval, renaissance, classical, romantic, modern… And I don’t just mean opera, I think Tactus is actually especially good at spotlighting instrumental music by Italians, of which there is a lot! They don’t necessarily present themselves as essential: almost no splashy titles, and all the covers have a slightly washed out look, but if you appreciate music, Tactus is a great place to find some, I don’t know, beautiful singing violin sonatas.

Definitely a personal favorite, but it depends what you’re looking for. Which, come to think of it, is true for everyone here.

Toccata : Toccata, like CPO, is mostly about discovering underrated composers. Unlike CPO, they tend towards the 20th & 21st century (though not exclusively). Very useful for finding contemporary composers who, as opposed to NEOS and Kairos, write in mostly accessible, tonal idioms. You can find discs in every genre: songs, organ, piano, chamber music, even opera, but the orchestral recordings are usually the most exciting, because this is really the only chance we’ve got to hear those sorts of work. Toccata’s been around for about 20 years, and generally we all appreciate the performances and engineering and whatnot I’m pretty sure. I think of Toccata as a mixed bag in the best way: you have no idea what you’re going to get, but when it’s good, it’s great.

The covers are kinda fun because it’s always just a photograph of some guy. Composers, I guess, live among us…

Warner : We finish, slightly disappointingly, with another massive legacy label that really doesn’t make a specialty of Classical. Sort of. Although Warner itself is very old and very large, “Warner Classics” wasn’t founded until 1991. They do have current artists and new releases, but a lot of their best lies in re-releases of things that originally came out on, like, EMI or other places. Frankly, Warner also annoys me a lot by flooding streaming services with these truly accursed playlist-album monstrosities that make no sense and are not pleasant or good or interesting to listen to, but are produced in such a tremendous rate it actually becomes difficult to FIND new releases beneath the sludge. For this they should be shamed and, were I king of the world, possibly fined.

Yes, but, ok, that having been said, some older recordings here are good.

There are for sure other labels out there, but this is a nice start, I think. Thirty-six’s enough. My very best articles get circa 12 likes anyways, so that’s three labels for each one of you. Smacznego.

Part 3: …Who Cares?

So now that you’re thinking about the labels of Classical music, what are you supposed to do with all this information?

Well, I don’t know. Maybe I haven’t really thought that far ahead. I don’t want these brief, very biased reviews to become catchphrases, or to prevent you all from forming your own opinions with labels. I suppose I partially want to commend those who I think are doing really great work, but the odds that a rep from a label reads this Substack is low, I think.

Maybe the takeaway I want most is actually the really obvious one. I want everyone to be able to find incredible music that they love, and I think that’s actually surprisingly hard to do sometimes. Despite the ease of searching things online, or, rather, because every piece of information seemingly is somewhere online, and because the algorithm wants to trick, limit, commodify, and deceive us: I think having a couple of labels you really love and occasionally checking their releases is a pretty good idea.

Okay, yes, record labels are companies. They also want to sell you a product. But I believe, maybe naively, that most* of the labels really believe in their music. More cynical listeners than I will deride them as lazy, ignorant, or only in it for the money, but I cannot do that. I suspect that a truly greedy person does not usually find themselves gravitating to the Classical Music industry. No, I really think most of these labels believe in their artists, their repertory, and their music. Whether you agree or disagree on any given release is a different matter. That’s a question of taste. But I generally find the sincerity of the smaller labels hard to argue against.

Once more, I want to draw a distinction with algorithms. On streaming websites, algorithms are supposed to give you more of what you like. As every single person who’s ever used one will tell you, however, they very quickly collapse in on themselves, playing the same tiny handful of super-famous songs. An algorithm cannot challenge you, because it cannot think, nor can it offer freshness, because it can only read data that already exists. A label, comprised of human people, who live and breathe and think and… I don’t know, go to school, play tennis, have affairs, take up crocheting, go on vacation— are able to go outside of your circle and say, “here’s something you haven’t heard yet, but we think it’s pretty good” — “here’s something that the world forgot about, but we think it’s pretty good” — “you like this kind of symphony? You gotta hear this…”

More credit, of course, ultimately goes to the artists who find, pitch, and play this music, but we all know that. I am always singing the praises of artists. I don’t usually talk about labels, but they act in that sense like the Spotify algorithm making recommendations, except for one huge difference. They’re actually good at it. I’m not advocating that you sign away your taste to a record exec. But if you find a label or two or seventeen where you like most of what they’re doing, or even some of what they’re doing, that’s a great way to then broaden your tastes to the other stuff they do.

And with all the labels in Classical music, of which this post covers the tip of the iceberg, you’ll never run out.

But now I want to hear from you. Which labels were you familiar with? Which had you never heard of? Any here that you’re excited to try? Any that you think I should have covered? Let me know in the comments!

Hi Gustav.

Gustav, can you hear me? You can? That’s great, Gustav. Yes, I can hear you too. Awesome. I love your Zoom background, what is that? Oh you’re really there? Lake….Attazi?1 Sounds African, maybe. Haha, cool: I’m currently based in the Bay Area, so you can see, if I turn my blur effect off— yep, this is my best friend Kevin’s start up. It’s called Zongle, and it’s like the Uber for AI. Start up? It’s like a…it’s like…Well. And then uber is—oh, you know that word already. Okay, sick.

Anyways, it must be so cool that you get to work from home as a composer. Yeah, I mean, I can work from home, but I found that my productivity really optimized if I made myself come in to Zongle’s open-office hot-desk site and take my calls here. I’m sure you can imagine… I think being a composer is a lot like being a consultant. You know? You’re not out there, like, playing the trumpet or hitting the drums yourself, you’re just, like, giving your musicians advice, right? Exactly like me.

Well, listen, Gustav.

I’m so glad you signed up for our Premium service here at Strivr, which includes four one-hour calls with one of our Rockstar consultants. I’m your rockstar today; my name is also Kevin, but I’m not the same person as my friend Kevin who founded Zongle. Hahaha. I know, right? It’s like, we need to come up with nicknames, or something.

I’ll just share my screen here. Okay. I have a bit of a slide deck—I can’t do anything without a slide deck. Thank you, yeah, I didn’t ‘make’ it, no, there’s a really great template I downloaded and then I just have Kyle go over it for content and… anyways, Here are our agenda items to get through for today. First, some introductions, which we already just did. Then we’ll review what Kyle, which is what we’ve recently re-named Strivr Copilot, because our clients wanted a bit more of a human touch when they worked with us, you know? So here is what Kyle thought about your work so far— haha. Moment of truth, right? And then we’ll conclude with some Action Items and a roadmap for your eleventh symphony. Exciting?! Isn’t it?

Okay, cool. So here’s the one-sentence overview— we didn’t use to do this, actually, but our clients started getting confused without one… so Kyle right? No, he’s not— Kyle isn’t available to join the meeting, as he’s not…he isn’t. You have to think of him like a spirit, almost. So, you’ve heard about AI, right? Oh, okay, well. Basically, I coded—well, I bought—or, well, I licensed… somebody else has programmed, like, a brain, basically. And so, Kyle, we’ve named him, he’s like this perfect brain, we’ve trained him on everything that’s ever been written about music for this call. But he’s not—no. But he’s really, really, really smart. I get scared, sometimes, just asking Kyle things and seeing— you’ll see, Gustav. Just wait. It gives me shivers, like it actually gives me goosebumps. It’s like, I’m not religious or anything, but talking to Kyle is how I imagine talking to God would be like.

So, I’m going to read out the one-sentence overview, and it says, Gustav’s symphonic works often refer to pieces of music composed mainly for Western Classical Orchestra. They epitomize the late-Romantic musical idiom, scaling the impact and scope of the symphony (large). Themes often include death, dying, the afterlife, being dead, thinking about death, and Chinese. Okay, so that’s the overview, right? Yeah. I think that’s…good, probably? That sounds good. Impact…very important word.

Yeah, you can ask questions whenever you like, Gustav. One sentence…? Yeah, this is our one-sentence overview. Oh! I understand what you’re saying now, I totally understand. Now, it isn’t one sentence long, technically, no. I’m not sure why we call it that, actually.

So we ask Kyle to get really, really specific after the one-sentence overview, and we ask it to do a kind of compliment sandwich, right? Because we don’t believe, like, everyone is here because they’re already doing amazing work. Isn’t that right? You’re already writing music in such a strategic way, really thinking about the audience-facing side of your— you’re not? Of course you are. Of course you do. You must be. You definitely are.

Some of the things Kyle really liked, are, I’m just going to read the list out loud here:

• Emotional impact

• Themes of spirituality

• Performed over 74 times in the United States this year

So that’s really awesome, Gustav. Emotional impact, that’s something we definitely want, isn’t it? And themes of spirituality—how cool. My roommate at Stanford, Matt, I think he was a Buddhist, for about a week, I think. So, yeah.

Now, in terms of Next Steps, right? Let’s really delve into some of those wonderful ideas Kyle had for improvement.

• Symphonies may be too long for some audience members. In today’s age with shortened attention spans, Mahler’s symphonies aren’t just too long—they’re lengthy.

Just in terms of quantification, right, because I know we all love numbers, right? What do you think the average Content Duration is? Like, the ideal. Yeah, I know it’s a tricky one. You don’t know? Oh you don’t know what I mean by— well, According to Kyle, the ideal Content Duration is between 18 and 41 seconds. Isn’t that crazy? You’re in the Content Creation industry. So I think you’re going to want to target 18-41 seconds for that upcoming eleventh symphony, okay?

Concision is hard, I know.

It might help to take a look at your lyrics. So, do you know Taylor Swift at all? She’s, just, statistically, the greatest lyricist of all time, and it’s not even close. So here on this slide, here are your lyrics on the left, and then we have some of Taylor Swift’s on the right. so here are…………….uh, yours:

Arise, yes, you will arise from the dead,
My dust, after a short rest!
Eternal life!
Will be given you by Him who called you.

You can probably hear that I tripped over a few of those difficult words, reading them out just now. I don’t really know what ‘my dust’ means—is that cocaine, yeah? Having a bit of a Brat Summer? The other problem, which Kyle identified, is that it’s not super…like, relatable. It might not be relatable to everyone. Because not everyone’s, like, died before, you know? Let’s compare that with…

Did you girlboss too close to the sun?
Did they catch you having far too much fun?

Okay? First, you can tell there, Taylor’s managed to make it rhyme: ‘sun’, ‘fun’. We don’t really have that in your lyrics, you know? And it’s just much smarter— Kyle pointed out, I didn’t pick up on it at first, but this is really a coded reference to the Greek myth, um, hang on a second….Icarus? You know? He was in the Nolan film, I’m pretty sure.

So I think I’ll add that to your Action Items, um, consider re-writing your lyrics for rhyme, references, and contemporary slang. This is just an example of what Kyle was able to do in a second:

The haters all told me that I was dead,
But I was just plannin’ on getting ahead
But now I’m up and my soul is risen,
Boutta hit the club and do some rizz’ing

Now, I mean, that’s very good, isn’t it? I mean, that’s really so clever. I think you’d have an actual hit on your hands, Gustav. Hopefully this helps you imagine a kind of a benchmark to aim for.

I’m also friends with Drake’s publicist, on instagram—yeah, it’s crazy, like—oh. Who is Drake? Well, he’s like…I’m not sure, really, but I really think we could try and get a Drake feature on your next symphony. He’s apparently a lot cheaper to get since, uh. Well, anyways. He’s cheaper now.

Here’s another slide from Kyle:

• Best practices would be to keep topics light and upbeat. Thinking about death is often associated with several of negative side effects, including anxiety, depression, and emotional discomfort.

So, I know you didn’t mean to do this, Gustav, but at Strivr Consulting we’re always trying to keep in mind our audience, right? When you share…your music with them, right, it can’t be so depressing. There’s a lot of stuff about death and dying. That’s a huge red flag! It’s sort of just like, if you came into this consulting session, and when I shared my slide deck, it was full of pictures of, like, poor people. Or puppies crying. Something that would make you feel…negatively, right? We predict that you would see up to a third higher audience retention rate if you made them feel happier. Maybe you could write your next symphony about prioritizing yourself, or overcoming adversity, but really emphasize the overcoming. I like ‘prioritizing yourself’ as a theme for content. You don’t know what I mean? It’s like, I don’t know: eating a yoghurt, or going for a run. Things like that. Setting boundaries.

• Electronic instruments allow for equivalent output, but reduce upfront costs by 90+%.

Whatever other ideas you might take from this session, this is probably the easiest way to improve, Gustav. I know you were trained in this, like, old-style of writing music, and playing music, but it’s really putting you at a comparative disadvantage. If you think about, like, a guy playing a violin, they’re really limited by, like, where their fingers can actually go and how many frets they can— oh, they don’t have frets? Got it, okay, thank you, Gustav. But you see what I mean, right? A computerized violin, a MIDI file, doesn’t have any of those restrictions. You could play every note at once. Or…no notes. Or you could, you could, like…reach things that the human body can’t even do. So, this is really going to be a tool that will enable you to write MUCH more interesting music.

The other thing we did, Gustav, is we had Kyle take a look at that specific piece you sent in to us, just so you can see how good he is at catching errors. I mean, look at that. That page is what you send in, and all of those blue wiggly lines are telling you there’s a mistake there. I bet you had no idea, right?

And all you have to do is hover over it with your mouse: see, here, it says that your chord here isn’t really in the key that you’re in. It’s, like, it’s like a typo in a word document, I guess. And given that you’ve marked it as triple f— I know that one means ‘loud,’ right? It’s, I don’t know, a German word, maybe? Fuhrer? I don’t remember what it means: my mom made me take piano when I was 6. But so, clearly this is supposed to be, like, a loud chord: or, as loud as acoustic instruments can get, anyways, and it’s accidentally dissonant.

You did that on purpose?

Oh.

Right, we can definitely work with that. I mean, I’ll just say— look, it’s voice activated, Hey Kyle, is it ‘correct’ to write these notes if you’re in the key of—

No, see? I told you he’s really smart. Look at how quick that was. You should consider using these notes instead, uh C, E, and G. Kyle says that would sound good, here.

What do you mean, for which instruments? I don’t know, uh—

Kyle says it would good and be easy to make on a piano.

No pianos in your symphony? Well, that sounds like a strategic advantage you’re losing out on!

The other thing we asked Kyle to do is to do some promo materials for your next piece. So, obviously this is just a mock-up, but I think you could really use something this for your album cover. If you do decide, you know, there’s just a small extra fee, I think it’s $2,000 or something like that. Take a look at this…

Okay, so, we have a few minutes for questions. Was there anything you wanted to—

No?

Okay, Gustav. Can we set up an appointment on my google calendar for our next—

No!?

Sure, why don’t you take a few days to mull over all this advice. I understand. Well, you can add me on Slack and DM me whenever you’d like, okay?

You don’t know what Slack is?!

You’re like, someone from the early 2010s. Like, first Obama administration. That’s crazy, man. That’s so crazy.

I’ve been thinking about ‘unusual ways-in’ to music. For me, this kinda thing happens a lot, and I suspect I’m not the only one. Sometimes, I’ll suddenly feel like I understand a composer’s style more than I did a second ago; their voice, oeuvre, essence: and it’s often not from the albums I later come to consider to be their best. Masterworks and reference recordings come with their own baggage. And, okay, even when it’s not a question of initial revelation, I do sometimes feel like these second-tier works or albums help to illuminate things for people I already love.

Your mileage may vary, but what I want to do here is propose a few unexpected ways of appreciating some of the most popular composers, and I want to discuss why it might work.

If you have a blindspot, a composer everyone else seems to love that you don’t, well, I’m here to help! They are in more or less chronological order. Give this a try…

And, let me know in the comments what you think. Do you know any of these recordings? Did you have an experience like this with a different album? Or a different composer—I’m not doing them all! Throw your favorites in the comments!

1. Johann Sebastian Bach - Anything, Really, arr. for (10-String) Guitar (Duo)

Okay, yes, everyone knows and loves the Goldbergs. That’s not my point. I originally had the Sonatas & Partitas arr. for guitar by Francesco Teopini — but everyone knows them too, so why not swing for the fences?

Look. All of Bach’s keyboard music sounds best on guitar. I don’t know why this is the case, although I can make a few educated guesses. I like Bach on piano, and harpsichord too, but I think in both cases there is sometimes a temptation to make Bach sound ‘mechanical’ which guitarists intuitively always avoid. On harpsichords, you know, because you can control so little of the sound-production, it really takes a great master and a marvelous instrument to communicate through it. On piano, though, I find a lot of pianists understand Bach’s music to mean icy mathematical precision with no pedal. Some of these are good, most of them are at least fine.

But I have never met a Bach-on-guitar record I didn’t love. To me it does what Harpsichords do, in the sense of having a clean, clear ‘attack’ and preserving all that counterpoint, but the sounds are much gentler and more expressive. You get great depth, too: guitars handle chords with transparency and richness. Guitarists have to work slightly harder on ‘shaping’ Bach’s lines, which I find makes them far more easy to listen to.

There’s a whole Naxos series for Bach Guitar Transcriptions, which doesn’t include this one— Duo Synaphé, because they’re playing not the usual 6-string guitar but 10-string instruments. There’s Eliot Fisk, who I got to see live in Boston a few weeks ago, who has a number of Bach-for-guitar arrangements. Of course Julian Bream and John Williams have their own recordings. You will find that people approach Bach-on-guitar differently, although I can’t say I have a marked preference. Fisk tends to sound more flashy and “Spanish”, while, for example, Teopini is more contemplative, treating it like baroque Lute music. The guitar adds a sense of ‘character’ to the texture of the music too, in a way that pianos don’t. That extra woodiness really helps.

Most people do like Bach, I think, because of the tremendous variety. The chirpy warmth of the Brandenburgs, the dramatic tragedy of the St. Matthaus, the divine intricacy of the cello suites… even if you don’t like some of it, there’ll be something for you. But if you find the keyboard music of Bach boring and unexpressive, try it for guitar. It’s less abrasive than harpsichord, while still ‘doing’ what Bach wanted his music to do.

2. George Frideric Handel - Keyboard & Chamber Music (a.k.a. Handel on a Quiet Day)

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Nobody really listens to Handel’s chamber music. And why would you, right? There’s about 60 operas & oratorios to choose from, those orchestral suites, coronation anthems, choral works, and organ concertos. Why venture beyond those?

I definitely found Handel slightly more compelling and endearing after I heard L’Ecole d’Orphee take on his chamber music. I think hearing Handel without all the Boom and Trumpets and Ceremony is nice, actually. These sonatas are much more introspective and gentle, even in the quicker moments. Part of that is that Handel is writing here for a different, domestic, small-scale context, but part of it is that the performers here take a particularly languid approach. Some critics do not like that, but I don’t really see the point of always doing trio sonatas like a race to the finish line. Sometimes I just want to luxuriate in counterpoint. This feels really like music as recreation, which, indeed, is what trio sonatas are.

You don’t have to listen to all 6 hours at once, but each disc is organized by ‘type’ — flute sonatas, recorder sonatas, trio sonatas, etc. In all of these, Handel makes use of his gifts for variation and pacing. They are not necessarily ‘operatic’, and I believe many of them date from his early career, but you get the sense for a gifted composer who is by no means churning out hackwork. These were his published opus collections: he evidently took great pride in them.

Alright, about the keyboard music. Look up Eric Heidsieck’s performance of them (pictured). Heidsieck is a French & Beethoven specialist: Fauré, Ravel, etc. That kinda thing. He treats Handel’s keyboard music like they’re Ravel suites, really, but oh my god it is so beautiful. The sense of introspection, of quietness— it’s so refreshing, and it reveals a totally different side to Handel. Heidsieck’s rippling, luminous performances give Handel serious emotional depth. Which he should have! Handel is a brilliant composer of fugues, but he never really gets the credit for them, living, as he did, in Bach’s shadow. This is a big problem for the suites. They are not like Bach’s suites, but comparisons are inevitable. Heidsick brings out the singing piano melodies as well as the counterpoint, but there’s nothing either mechanical or opera-lite about these.

It’s odd that I feel I have to keep arguing that Handel was good at more thoughtful music: I know many of his best-loved arias are slow (ombra mai fu) but these are outliers in 3+ hour shows that do trend loud and rather extroverted. It’s good to see this other side of Handel and to hear it so beautifully played.

3. Antonio Vivaldi - Orlando Furioso

Vivaldi is best known today for his concertos, and this for good reason. He produced a good 500+ of them for every combination of instruments you could stumble upon in 1710s Italy, and they cumulatively show his gift for melody, energy, and soloistic writing. All very good. Many listeners will eventually find their way to his trio sonatas and choral works— like the Gloria and Dixit Dominus, written for the orphans at the school where he taught. Vivaldi is a wonderful vocal composer, as you might expect from his concerti, which are always cantabile and tuneful.

People do not, then, always make the jump to his operas, which are sort of a new-ish rediscovery. I think the sense is often that, well, if Vivaldi wasn’t a successful opera composer for his day, why should we bother now, when we have zillions of other baroque opera people to revive?

Well, actually, Vivaldi struggled because he was sort of scapegoated for ‘going too far’: Benedetto Marcello (himself a wonderful composer, by the way) attacked Vivaldi for operas that were excessively virtuosic. Too many notes, too many colors, too elaborate—right? Not the kind of purer, stripped down, storytelling the way Middle Baroque opera had been.

You may happen to agree with Marcello, or, like me, you might not: but my point is that it is not axiomatically the case that Vivaldi’s operas wouldn’t appeal to a listener today. If you have a taste for opera at all, you probably are not a Strict minimalist. And if you like baroque stuff, well, even more so. Vivaldi actually is gonna give you pretty much exactly what you like!

I remember when I first listened to Orlando—or, uh, THIS Orlando, Vivaldi wrote two of them, but it’s RV 728 that you want. The other is earlier. Why so many Orlandi from seemingly every baroque composer?These guys were obsessed with uh, Disney World. Land. Which is the one that’s in—forget it. Anyways I was blown away by how much fun this one is. Vivaldi’s vocal writing is sort of concertante, there’s tons of plot (maybe a tad too much), and some wonderful extremes of emotion in scenes that just crackle and whizz. You may not want to absorb all 3.5 hrs at once, but very little of it feels like filler: Vivaldi is on his A-game throughout.

If, when you next hear the Quattro Stagioni, your brain starts to tell you, “I am on hold with my local bank”, then rekindle your love for Vivaldi with his operas, and in particular, try this recording. There are a lot of top-of-the-line baroque singers here, and the orchestra is alert, colorful, and brisk.

4. Christoph Willibald Gluck - A Recital Disc (but Not a Full Opera)

Gluck is sometimes considered more important as a theorist than a composer. He is the founder of The Classical Style, and yet plenty of listeners find his dogmatic insistence on narrative a little trying. One of his operas—I forget which, maybe Paride ed Helena?, contains these long stretches of inaction, because nothing was happening in the story, and God forbid we move things along a little, that would be cheating. The solution to this is, if you want to get into Gluck…meet him on recital discs!

There aren’t actually all that many Gluck recital discs, that having been said. One very famous one by Janet Baker, and this one: both of which I am partial to, but I had to give the nod to this less-well-known but brilliant tenor performance. You get a nice handful of pre- and post-reform operas, and I think the key thing to understand is that Gluck was similar as a composer in both, as in, as a musician. He was different in how he connected these musical ideas, and of course he improved over time, but even the pre-reform operas have scintillating Mozartean melodies and wonderful orchestral effects.

Berlioz, listed below, was nuts about him for precisely those reasons: vocal lines full of emotional truth and deft, inventive handling of the musical backdrop. I love how energetic Behle is in this album, and how some of Gluck’s most forgotten operas have delightful arias stuffed in them. This was a composer who had plenty of ideas.

…but this isn’t really just about Gluck. Get to know Rossini in the Ricciarelli album. Learn your way around Mozart via Kathleen Battle. If you are anything like me, you resisted recital albums, because full operas are where the story is, what would a bunch of chopped up excerpts do? I always preferred a Studio Album to a Greatest Hits, myself.

But I think a lot of opera composers really are best served this way. Especially people like Gluck, who were hell-bent on making sure their operas told coherent, verisimilitudinous stories— that necessitates some connector-pieces, some musical sinews and cartilage. The effect overall is wonderful, and I have genuinely always enjoyed Gluck, but I’ve come to think that that his particular musical genius translates well into these types of discs, where you really get, ‘just the highlights.’

Most recital discs are multi-composer affairs, which opens up your options even more. Some of my favorite Gluck discs are actually ones where he features alongside others…but that’s for a different list.

5. Franz Josef Haydn - The Creation (Die Schöpfung)

He who tires of Haydn is tired of life, as Samuel Johnson should have remarked (but didn’t). I’ve never not loved Haydn’s music, but, in a weird sort of way, I can kind of understand those that struggle with him. Of which there are many, it seems. Musicians and hardcore music-people tend to praise Haydn in hyperbolic terms, but lay-listeners often ignore him or relegate him to a third tier.

The problem, I think, is Mozart. Mozart so dominates the Classical Style that he is our entire perception of what it ought to sound like. And Mozart & Haydn are not so far apart, really, except that Mozart wrote nothing that wasn’t based around cantabile vocal-like melodies. The heart of Mozart is opera. Haydn was not a human-voice guy. He was much more interested in the capacities of instruments and music itself. That works fine in baroque music, and it works fine in Romantic music, but in Classical music some listeners find it difficult to like. It’s less memorable.

I want people to approach Haydn on his own terms, because I think he is truly a candidate for “musician of the millennium 1000-1999 AD”. His ideas were so fresh and abundant that people are still finding inspiration in him. There’s just so much there, and so much of it is wonderful!

The obvious way to bridge that gap, I suppose, is by finding Haydn-ian vocal writing, but there we must admit that not all of it is top-quality. Haydn was commissioned to write opera after opera by his boss, but his heart truly wasn’t in them, and so they’re merely fine and enjoyable, but not rising to the height of his symphonies or quartets.

The late oratorios, though, are a different matter. Haydn’s religious music is generally a little underrated, even if some of the Masses are regarded as masterpieces. But his Tobias? Stabat? Amazing stuff. I’ve long had the pet theory that Haydn’s Masses are underrated because they seem incongruous: Haydn is supposed to be this Enlightenment Humanist, what’s he doin’ composing sacred music?

The Creation was written near the end of his life, and it is really a summit of everything he was capable of. The orchestral writing is thrilling, the tone-painting vivid and unique. It is so full of joy, joy at the world and being alive and everything around us. It is not as didactically religious as Bach, but warmer and brighter throughout.

I like Karajan’s Schopfung: I prefer non-HIP Haydn, I think grandeur and pomposity really brings the extra weight and force, preventing Haydn from sounding washed-out. More so than any other composer, I wonder if his comparative neglect right now comes from too many stridently-HIP Haydns that work against the way he produces musical meaning

6. Hector Berlioz - Roméo et Juliette & his Memoirs (lol)

I’ve always wondered why this isn’t seen as the Berlioz work. I get that Symphonie Fantastique was earlier, but Romeo et Juliette does it all better. For me, this is a special piece because it shows off nearly all of Berlioz’s gifts and avoids many of his common pitfalls. It is grand in scale and serious (like his Messe Funebre), but not indigestibly massive (Troyens). It has wit and charm (like Beatrice et Benedict), romance, conflict, lovely vocal lines (for soloists and chorus) but also plenty of orchestral movements. Indeed the orchestral music is highly virtuosic.

It is literary— Berlioz’s story makes intelligent use of the Shakespeare, not following it beat-for-beat, but selecting a couple of moments that Berlioz especially liked. I actually think it makes a lovely complement to the play, even though, by convention, you’re always supposed to say that all Shakespearean music doesn’t live up to the plays. Eh! I don’t care. The form is also totally novel, and I suspect that’s why it’s fallen through the cracks a tiny bit.

And I’m not saying that Romeo et Juliette is neglected, or anything, but it comes up decidedly less often than a dozen other Berlioz works, when, for me, this is the key to it ALL. Listen here to a maverick talent who knows and loves his influences (both musical and poetic) but leaves his own touch on everything.

For this recording (by Bertini) I am indebted to Ralph Moore for recommending it, but I think there are plenty of other fine ones as well.

I don’t know, really, if there’s anyone out there who doesn’t like Berlioz. I think more hardcore Classical fans can say that they don’t like the Fantastique, because it is, in many ways, a very flawed work. I’d say that in a somewhat punk-rock-adjacent sense, the obvious flaws are part of what make it feel so compelling and honest. It has its longueurs in the countryside scene, for sure. Then the problem with the finale is that almost no conductor pushes it as hard as we all want it: no one seems to be willing to just let go and let things blow up!

Romeo et Juliette doesn’t quite suffer from these issues. The longest sustained is moment is its best (the love scene, divine!) and elsewhere the climaxes are more about build up and vocal expression…

Oh, and, yeah, okay, the Memoirs.

No one can come away from these without loving Berlioz a little bit more. Sure, he’s arrogant, melodramatic, catty (he will use his memoirs to torch a staging on an opera he saw 60 years ago), but for sheer style and charm he carries it all off. Reading this book opened up his music, because, even if his descriptions of his own compositions are slight, you get a much better sense for what Berlioz actually prizes in art and in life. Highly recommended.

7. Robert Schumann - Genoveva

Put on Genoveva, Robert Schumann’s only opera, and your opera-lover friend will cry out “at last! The missing link between Beethoven and Wagner!” — they will then ask, “so, wait, who’s that by???”

Robert Schumann has a surprisingly deep catalogue. He was good at pretty much everything: the solo piano works are legendary, the piano concerto is justly well-regarded, the chamber music and lieder are at the top of their fields… the symphonies used to be somewhat more popular, and I maintain that in the right pair of hands they’re still worth it. I love his Requiem and his Violin Concerto, too. He is overshadowed too much by his biography. People act like just because he was crazy when he wrote something, it can’t be great music. Nonsense. The Violin Concerto is not the product of insanity.

Where people don’t love Schumann, it’s often over-exposure to the solo piano stuff, which can feel a little too…whimsical/romantic. I can remember the first moment Schumann clicked for me, and I found myself seeking him out, after a long time of thinking, you know, he’s fine…

But Genoveva completely blew me away. It’s one of those magic-y-medieval German things, with precedents in Mozart, Weber, and Marschner. It is through-composed, (no recitative), tuneful, has letimotifs, and full of energetic orchestration, fun choral moments. I truly cannot understand why this isn’t famous. The mood is generally fiery and intense: there’s an Evil Schemer who does black magic, a beautiful, virtuous queen, some crusades…The ‘black magic’ scene in particular is a highlight of Schumann’s score, and this recording hits the gas hard for it. It’s a shame that it was panned when it debuted in 1850: if he’d debuted it 20 years after his death it might have become a repertory hit.

Although there are only a few recordings out there, this one has Fischer-Dieskau and is conducted by Kurt Masur, so, I can’t see anyone requiring a different album for it.

But here’s the point. I think Genoveva, because it must deal in sequential narrative and the human voice very nicely prepares a listener to understand Schumann’s other music. You can hear the Classical undercurrent, the passion and drama, the forward-looking genius… and I truly think Schumann’s ability to write tunes is criminally underrated. He is almost, like Schubert, too good at it, such that the melodies just all feel totally inevitable, like you’ve known them your whole life. But we cannot hold that against him, really. I think this opera does a good job of explaining what Schumann’s writing is generally like.

Give Genoveva a spin. I really think more people would enjoy it.

8. Franz Liszt - Opera Paraphrases… & Art Tatum - Piano Starts Here

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Ever since Plato’s Epic Clapback (tm) against the Sophists, there has been a vague notion ingrained in Western culture that truth and goodness is simple and direct, while adornment is suspicious. Not everyone has believed this at all times (thank goodness!) and we are lucky to have, for example, the intricate poetry of Donne, the novels of Joyce, gothic cathedrals, etc. But elaboration and maximalism always leave themselves open to moralizing critiques which, I think, rest on an unproven assumption. Sometimes the truth is very complex; there are plenty of easy, direct, plain lies out there. I don’t think there is anything inherently good about minimalism.

In the world of Western art music, I think poor Franz Liszt gets this particularly bad. If you like him, great, and if you don’t, no problem. But what sometimes happens is that people interpret his unique compositional voice: dense, playful, contradictory, in love with technique— as if it is obviously ‘in bad taste’. I happen to adore Liszt’s original works. The B minor Sonata especially, the Annees de Pelerinage, the Dante Symphony, many of weird and wonderful late religious pieces. Of course the Transcendental Etudes and the Hungarian Rhapsodies as well…how could anyone not enjoy those? I like the concerti. I think he was surprisingly good at choral music and lieder.

But what I want to propose is looking at quite a large chunk of his output, the opera paraphrases (there are at least 6 volumes of these, many of them containing 2 or more discs) and putting him in dialogue with jazz. The obvious comparison is with Art Tatum, to some musicologists, the greatest pianist of the 20th-century. Godowsky and Horowitz admired him, and this a self-taught artist! Tatum’s transcriptions of popular, well-known melodies are all about the density: the thrill ride of hearing someone improvise, live, before your very ears, the rhythm, harmony, decoration. Piano Starts Here is the most-frequently recommended LP of Tatum’s work, I think, although I am not much of an expert here. Art Tatum is obviously exciting to listen to. I can’t claim to be familiar with every tune he makes use of here, but I know enough to be bowled over by the sheer fun of hyper-virtuosic technique.

…Well. Why shouldn’t we hear Liszt in the same way? Opera, recall, was a popular art form. Not until the 20th century did it become the preserve of elites. (God willing, it will go back again!) The tunes that Liszt selects— from Verdi, Meyerbeer, Glinka, Donizetti, Weber, Bellini, Mozart, Rossini, and Wagner— are the kinds of melodies you’d remember long after the curtain falls. They are, I would say beyond any doubt, the result of improvisation— you do not sit down to through-compose a 24-minute reworking on a march from a grand opera, per se, unless you’re used to just being able to sit down and play it off the dome.

The difference between Tatum and Liszt is that Tatum lived in the era of recording, so we actually get to hear him do it, whereas Liszt had no recording-material except for ink and paper. To me, that’s a small difference. If Tatum is exciting, life-affirming, and joyful, so, too, is Liszt.

Of course, the argument can just as easily be made in the opposite direction. Anyone who likes Liszt already likes jazz, whether they know it or not. And any positive claim about Liszt you can feel very comfortable making about Tatum as well. But that is a slightly different story.

9. Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy - The String Symphonies 1-6

Felix Mendelssohn is a composer who, like many other Romantic artists across the board, was perhaps slightly too driven in seeking after ‘greatness’. He had a very clear idea, for the most part, of what ‘greatness’ entailed: a Beethovenian handling of form plus a Bachian level of counterpoint. It takes a sensitive performer to keep many of his pieces from sounding stodgy and labored, at least, in my opinion.

And there’s tons of Mendelssohn to like. When he can marry his influences to a genuine outburst of feeling, interpreted by, again I have to stress, a very good artist, it’s a wonderful experience. But I sense that for a lot of people, Mendelssohn can feel like a bit of a chore. Not unlike Brahms, who escapes this post sheerly for the fact that I recently wrote a massive article about him, Mendelssohn sometimes gives the *(unintended) impression that what you ought to be hearing and enjoying is classical form, rather than ‘music’.

To the rescue, then, are the youthful String Symphonies. Written between the ages of 12 (!) and 14 (!), Mendelssohn cranked out 12 of these, plus plans for a 13th. Broadly speaking, the first half of these are really ‘divertimenti,’ and the second half are really symphonies. Nos. 1-6 will run you about 12 minutes per ‘string symphony’, always in 3 movements, while some of the later ones are around half an hour.

I prefer the first batch, myself. Younger, more carefree Mendelssohn is, I think, in a lot of ways, having more fun. The model is much more Mozart than Beethoven. But Mozart’s own divertimenti were somewhat hampered by, perhaps, more amateur musicians (not to mention more limited courtly tastes) while Mendelssohn, writing for himself as a private exercise, has carte blanche.

Right from the start, you can hear that this is breezy, delightful music. When he ventures into a minor key, it’s more ‘energetic’ and perhaps stormy, never really tragic. A lot of them remind me of the very best Vivaldi orchestral tuttis, but with maybe a touch more complexity— Mendelssohn is already quite an expert at writing for multiple voices, and, even if he wasn’t, the string textures all blend so beautifully. Lots of deep sonorities beneath the exciting, chugging violins!

There are not quite as many recordings of these as you might think, in part because they’d been filed away with Mendelssohn’s juvenilia and were not actually ‘found’ until the 1950s. And I’ve listened to all that I can find on Spotify. My vote is for Ward with the Northern Chamber Orchestra, but there are plenty of reasons to prefer other recordings: if you want a more ‘period’ sound, or more virtuosic ‘solo’ performances. I don’t think you can go wrong with these works!

10. Giuseppe Verdi - Rigoletto…the FILM

I don’t think I ever actively disliked Verdi, but he spent a long time for me in a sort of ‘gulf’ between two other things I warmed to quicker. First, for pure beauty of operatic music, I was pretty instantly a fan of the bel canto guys: Rossini, Bellini, Donizetti, and Mozart I sort of include in this category (even though he isn’t, technically). Then for narrative drama, there was, well, Wagner, Bizet, Strauss, Berg, Britten, and, crucially, Puccini. For such a long time, Verdi was, for me, awkwardly stuck between the two— if I wanted to luxuriate in the vocal lines, I’d throw on Rossini, if I wanted to be lost in a literary drama, I’d go for Wagner. Puccini in particular felt so much like “Verdi+” that I really only listened to Verdi for the singers, or, for some variety, since he just wrote dozens more operas than Puccini.

What made me first ‘get’ Verdi was actually watching this particular 1982 Rigoletto film, starring Pavarotti, Gruberova, and Wixell (in the title role), conducted by Chailly, and directed by one Jean-Pierre Ponnelle. I’d seen plenty of filmed Verdi operas before, and enjoyed some of them, but it was here that I felt the force of Verdi’s storytelling.

The cinematography is, as other reviewers have pointed out, on the melodramatic side. For me, though, I like the fact that opera leans into extremes. The music and the theatricals have to complement each other, and to me, they do here.

Rigoletto is my favorite Verdi, anyways, it’s his most Shakespearean work—not withstanding the 2 ‘actual Shakespeares’ he set. You have characters that are complex, a surreal, dream-like plot that moves inexorably and very quickly, and the scenes benefit from Verdi’s slightly more rhetorical style. The crux of it all is a father-daughter relationship, and a man stretched to the breaking point: both repulsive and sympathetic. The venal duke is genuinely frightening, and all the over-the-top locations and costumes help to reinforce the strange emotional places wherein the story moves.

Top-tier vocal performances, especially from Pavarotti as the duke, and what more do you need?

As an aside, you know, it’s a shame that most opera ‘films’ are really taped live performances. I mean some of them are excellent, sure, but it was really exciting to watch how the cintematography here added an extra element of staging. I think a lot of operas could benefit from this. Sure, it means the vocals are dubbed, but it really didn’t bother me any. I think the gains you get are significant: opera always have to battle against the physical limitations of people Performing On Stage (tm), a version like this allows for more freedom of expression. I’m sure they’re expensive and no one on earth would actually go and see them (except for me) but I think they should do loads more of these.

11. Charles Gounod - Symphonies No. 1 & 2

I happen to rate Gounod’s operas very highly. Not everyone feels the same way. He suffers a bit from a very conservative musical approach that can sometimes sound almost comical for the middle 19th century. He was really a lyrical writer, who only felt compelled to write ‘big’ moments for religious texts.

The thing about that is—and this is a generalizable point for me—like, who cares that Gounod was out of date? There’s an assumption people have, I think, that innovation is the highest good in art. I’ve written about this previously too, but, well, that’s far from being a proven fact. If you feel that way, why listen to Classical Music at all?

So, that Gounod often sounds weirdly nostalgic, doesn’t bother me any. But if that very light, gossamer lyrical style doesn’t work for you in the operas, give these symphonies a spin and see if you can appreciate them for what they are.

Yes, okay, they sound unbelievably Mozartean. There’s even a Minuet & Trio third movement—when was the last time someone’d done that? Both of these were written in 1855, and Gounod only returned to the symphony for his “petite” symphony in 1888, which runs a grand total of 8 minutes. Petite indeed.

It’s easy to compare them with the sparkling Bizet symphony in C, which I do think is a more likable work: Bizet is just so extraverted and energetic there. Actually, Bizet was inspired by Gounod’s first work here, which is charming, witty, and lovely. I know it’s sacrilege to say this, but if we dug out a lost Haydn manuscript, and this was the music, we’d all be delighted with it, wouldn’t we? So who cares that it wasn’t Haydn! Good music is good music, isn’t it?

Despite being written at the same time, No. 2 pushes things forward a little bit, to Beethoven in one of his happier moods (say, the 4th). It’s got some rumbling timpani and lots of staccato chords, but all enveloped in this sunshiney, triumphant brilliance.

I can imagine someone enjoying these symphonies going back to, say, Faust, and seeing Gounod the neoclassicist, Gounod the lyricist on the model of Mozart, and understanding his operas even better. And that should be the goal: those operas are wonderful. His quartets might work just as well: he wrote 5 of them, and they are, likewise, sparkling and witty. I almost used them for this entry, but the symphonies edge them out by being just a tad more colorful and exuberant.

Yan Pascal Tortelier is the top choice here, I think. I haven’t heard every recording of these (not that there are too many) and he treats them with the most vigor, lightness, and transparency. Wonderful stuff—add this to your life!

12. Cesar Franck - Three Piano Trios, Op. 1

Organ people, like myself, love Franck. Symphonic people have that one D minor work (also a gem). Chamber music people have that violin sonata (my favorite in the repertory). And yet, I get the sense that Franck scans as a little old-fashioned to lots of listeners today. I haven’t seen many performances of the Symphony lately. And he has heaps of other works (piano, chamber, etc) that everyone insists on playing in this dry, academic way. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I feel as though musicians are taught that Franck is a rather fussy, fusty author of dry contrapuntal studies.

Well, these trios will disabuse you of that notion entirely. He wrote three for his opus 1 collection, and then re-worked the finale of no. 3 at Liszt’s request into a standalone one-movement trio “No. 4” which was published as op. 2. Let’s stick with the opus 1 set, though, I don’t think No. 4 is all that successful. Obviously this is a nod to Beethoven, whose op. 1 was, you guessed it, three piano trios. Bold move, though, right? If we were being uncharitable we could call this hero worship, but much more realistically I would say this is 18-20 year old Franck making a huge claim for himself. This is an exciting move by a young composer.

The trios themselves are…well…it depends on your tolerance for middle-romantic excess, but I think they are surging, passionate barnstormers. It’s no surprise that Liszt was a fan. They really go for it. There’s a lot of piano thumping, anguished climaxes, and long-breathed melodies. I got to hear them live in the Trinity College Chapel at Cambridge, which was the right venue for them—nice and dark and gothic and moody. That’s what these are. I adore them; I was never bored, and, in fact, I found it impossible not to be caught up in the passionate sweep of things.

There are a few recordings out there, although, not enough for my ears. I still feel, in a way, that we’re missing the definitive Franck trio set. Trio Novanta, in the disc I’m recommending here, probably do the best job at making them fast, heavy, and exciting, although I still feel like the works could be pushed a little harder. Still, I think you’ll like them!

Anyways, I remain convinced that Franck is yet to be rediscovered as a true romantic, who deployed his academic knowledge of music in an idiosyncratic way, pouring into everything he wrote a sense of melancholy, gothic grandeur, and emotional extremity.

13. Camille Saint-Saëns - The Flood, Op. 45 (La Déluge)

In a post a few weeks back, I wrote about how many composers are simultaneously overrated and underrated. Overrated in that they’ll have a small handful of pieces (often just 1, in fact) that get played to death, while the majority of their corpus languishes. I nominated Pachelbel as an avatar of this, but Saint-Saëns isn’t far behind.

Unlike Pachelbel, Saint-Saëns is widely known for a couple of things, really. There’s the Organ Symphony (no. 3), there’s the second Piano Concerto (the one that starts with Bach and ends with Offenbach, so it is said), there’s the gorgeous aria Mon coeur s’ouvre a ta voix… although I think the rest of Samson et Dalila is pretty marvelous. Of course, there is also the Carnivaux, which Saint-Saëns apparently delayed in publishing because he was afraid it would overshadow his legacy. Which it has. And yet, I still maintain that Saint-Saëns is underrated in his symphonies, other concerti, all his chamber music (those later wind sonatas? amazing), and the rest of his vocal output! The label Bru Zane has been recording his operas over the last couple of years, and they do not deserve to be as obscure as they are.

But I think the one you should start with, especially if you think of Saint-Saëns as a writer of joke-pieces for kids, is La Deluge, his 48-minute oratorio about Noah and the flood. The story is very easy to follow: there’s a prelude for strings, and then we hear about how corrupt mankind is, how angry God is, how relatively good Noah is: then we build the arc and get some rainy storm music, after that comes the dove, the grateful disembarking, and God’s blessing.

When you hear this recording, you might be surprised to hear that it’s the only one out there. Considering that the forces are not so vast, I’m shocked this doesn’t get taken out far more often. Not that the musicians here leave anything to be desired: it’s a fine recording.

Musicologically, this is supposed to show the fusion of Wagner and Berlioz plus Saint-Saëns’s penchant for counterpoint in the many fugal passages scattered throughout. I think it makes a convincing case for a master dramatist who knows how to hold an audience rapt with excitement, pacing, gorgeous vocal lines, and plenty of high emotions.

Berlioz quipped that Saint-Saëns was ‘the greatest composer to not be a genius,’ but I’m not so sure about that. I think the way he brings all of his different influences together is pretty genius, and the result is genuinely thrilling.

14. Claude Debussy - The Martyrdom of Saint Sebastian (Le Martyre de Saint Sébastien)

Debussy can be a tough nut to crack. I take as his crown jewel the Preludes, each one a strange, unexpected miniature. There is an insistence that he must have really wanted light, sparkly, twinkly music, easy to listen to, but this is just not the case. A lot of his music is more daring, modernist, cryptic, and ultimately challenging than his contemporaries!

If you struggle with, say, those late Chamber Sonatas, I think you might find that Le Martyre fits Debussy’s style perfectly. The story is a bit of a mess: Christian hagiography, modernist symbolism, ballet, paganism… But it works, it allows Debussy to work his magic in a score that is elusive and vibrant.

What we’re dealing with here is a 1911 attempt to write a ‘mystery play’ by Italian imagist Gabriele D’Annunzio. It’s also a ballet, and, for a bit of extra color, the Bishop excommunicated everyone who went to see it because St. Sebastian was played—danced—by a woman.

More recent critics tend not to like D’Annunzio’s writing, and I won’t exactly disagree, but I do think he’s an uncannily good fit for French modernist music. If you sorta squint, and ignore the details, you have all these vignettes that provide superb opportunity for Debussy: you have a narrator presenting stained glass windows (what is more Debussian than stained glass?) - you have a sort of torture-dance scene with Lillies growing out of hot embers, you have a virgin singing a lament, you have Sebastian fusing with Adonis, a laurel grove, holy ecstasy…

Leonard Bernstein, I think, pointed out that Debussy’s score, which is really incidental music separated by stretches of dialogue, has something of the character of literary fragments, like quotations from a lost religious text.

This recording, the Tilson Thomas (rest in peace), seems to be the consensus choice. There aren’t as many recordings of the work as you might think, and a lot of them are either truncated to a ‘suite’ or filled with stretches of dialogue. This is a compromise in those senses, but it’s also beautifully played and sung.

I don’t necessarily think this will be everybody’s favorite work, but I do think it deserves to be better known and appreciated by Debussy fans. It is, if nothing else, a major undertaking, and Debussy shows off all his skills in colorful orchestration, elegant soprano lines, surprisingly powerful climaxes… And if you’re someone who likes his big (early) hits, but finds his later style somewhat mystifying, I think it all works very nicely here. Give it a try!

15. Gustav Mahler - Symphony No. 4, arranged by Erwin Stein for Chamber Ensemble

Look. To an extent, Mahler is Mahler and we all know what he wrote. It’s the 11 symphonic works and the songs: if you like songs (as in lieder) then, there you are. Otherwise, Mahler is really the symphonies. For me, they are the peak of music. If you dislike them for any reason, there isn’t really a lot that’s going to change your mind. He did write a sort of 10-minute piano quintet fragment that’s okay, but, you know.

Enter Arnold Schoenberg. In 1918, in a fit of post-war jubilance, Schoenberg founded the Verein für musikalische Privataufführungen, the Society for Private Musical Performances, the aim of which was to give concerts of ‘new music’ (i.e. post-Bruckner). The general public, of course, didn’t like the new music (plus ça change) and so Schoenberg instituted a couple of fun rules. First, you had to sign up for the society, and music critics were banned. Second, no shows of approval or disapproval: no clapping or booing. Third, programs were kept secret until the curtain raised.

The Verein shut down in 1921 due to the generally disastrous economic conditions of the time, but not before they’d produced a couple of very interesting smaller-scale arrangements of things. This was, you understand, a tiny little society.

Linos Ensemble here has recorded 8 CDs worth of these arrangements, and I highly recommend them. They’re all, at least, interesting, even if some are not as successful as others.

But the Mahler was a real surprise. He is represented here by a couple of songs, Das Lied, and #4. Probably my least favorite of the symphonic works—I mean, I still think it’s pretty great—it really comes to life in an inspired arrangement by Schoenberg’s good friend Erwin Stein. The forces, as far as I can tell, are: flute, oboe, clarinet, bassoon, horn, trumpet, 1 percussionist, harmonium piano, 2 violins, viola, cello, double bass, piano, & a soprano for movement 4.

So it’s not like a piano-four-hands redaction, if you’re familiar with those. It’s definitely more ensemble than chamber, and there’s plenty of color and more size than you might expect.

…but definitively less than the orchestral version. Instead, the compensating advantage is the lightness, the clarity, the, perhaps, greater intimacy? It suits Mahler very well. I found myself thinking that Mahler sounds both more and less modern than he usually does here. The stripped down ensemble really lays bare Mahler’s originality and also his indebtedness to the great Viennese cantabile tradition.

I suspect that a lot of people who feel they are allergic to Mahler might enjoy this version.

16. Maurice Ravel - Prix de Rome Cantatas

Goodness there’s a lot of French people on this list, aren’t there? I swear I didn’t do that on purpose.

Well, so, look: if I ever meet someone who doesn’t think Ravel is good, that’ll be my first time. Even if he’s not your favorite composer, odds are you think he’s good, he’s just that type of guy. Almost like the Beatles, you know? I don’t care what else you may listen to, Ravel’s obviously great. His is a small oeuvre, yet rigorously perfected. It’s almost all excellent. Almost…

In that light, this may seem like a bit of a pointless recommendation, but, for my money, hearing the Prix de Rome Cantatas really made me go, “oh!” (that’s the sound of learning more about Ravel’s compositional voice).

Okay, so, for context. The Prix de Rome was established in 1663 to take the very best of young French artists and send them off to the Villa Medici in Rome to hang out and do art there. Think of it like a sort of grad school scholarship.

Ravel submitted himself for the Prix de Rome 5 times between 1899 and 1905 (so, aged 24-30). This is simultaneous with his gorgeous, glorious String Quartet, the icily sad Pavane, the sparkly, witty Jeux d’eau, and the Sonatine, just for reference. So they’re not exactly juvenilia, even if that’s sort of how they sound.

In fact, Ravel was rejected time after time. At least twice, I believe, he was knocked out in the first elimination round, and once made it as far as a respectable 2nd place, losing to that immortally great French artiste, Aymé Kunc. Okay, no, I’ve never heard of him either. But it just goes to show, doesn’t it? Ravel may lost to Kunc in 1902, but Kunc currently has 27 monthly listeners on Spotify, and Ravel has a cool 1.7 million.

In round 1 of the Prix, you sent in a fugue + a chorus. Ravel diligently destroyed his fugues, but the choruses from all 5 attempts are on disc 2 of this album. They’re alright! Not bad.

The Cantatas, of which there are 3 (*I’m not sure if the other 2 survive) are, like I say, weirdly illuminating. If you’re hoping for a new favorite Ravel work, I fear these cannot but disappoint. They are sort of ‘compromises’ between the rather Neoclassical, grande-opera inspired French writing of 20 years ago with the lightest of touches where Ravel asserts his personality as a writer in the avant-garde. If you have ever wondered how French music went from Berlioz, Gounod, Saint-Saens, and Massenet to Satie, Debussy, and Ravel, this is a sort of self-conscious attempt to create a link. It’s got grand opera and Ravel’s lightness, his gift for transparency and a memorable moment. It’s also so much fun to hear Ravel writing for the bosom-heaving romantic texts set by the prize committee: mature Ravel is always so elegant and French and cool, he wouldn’t be caught dead doing this stuff.

For which reason, you know, it’s bizarrely compelling.

17. Leoš Janáček - Taras Bulba (& Glagolitic Mass)

I like Janáček quite a bit today, but it took me a while. His operas are, more than many other composers, really all about the story and the words—they don’t make as good a ‘pure listening experience’ as, say, Rossini. Still, it can take some work to try to hack through a libretto translation, with the Czech language being so far from English—I’ve often found myself on what turns out to be the wrong line as I follow along. I suspect this is why Janáček’s not more popular with casual fans. It’s a shame, but I do get it.

Well, for you all out there, there are some options. Janáček’s two string quartets are justifiably famous, and I’ve always been quite partial to his piano writing: On an Overgrown Path, his sort of impressionistic studies, and then the haunting 1.X.1905 sonata.

But really, we should all be listening to Taras Bulba. I believe it suffers a little—I have never seen it programmed, and there aren’t as many recordings as you might think—for two main reasons. First, it’s realllllly nationalistic. Second, the name sounds like some kind of embarrassing physical ailment.

Whatever: the music is hot, as hot as hot can be. Words used frequently in program notes include things like, ‘spiky’, ‘screaming’, ‘explosion’. I’m selecting Ančerl’s performance, not merely because that distinctive ‘c’ accent let’s me know that he’s a fellow Czech—probably, I’m not sure, actually— but because he manages to keep the rhythms crisp and cleanly delineated without sacrificing any of the passion.

There is a program to this orchestral rhapsody: death, love, murder, captivity, lots of battles. It’s a tight 22-23 minutes but he gets through a fair few plot points if you want to follow them. I recommend it, although I do not always for every tone poem. What’s so exciting about Taras Bulba is how vivid and exciting it all is, how dramatic and visceral.

It pairs nicely with the Glagolitic Mass, as on this disc here: if you like your religious music on the more apocalyptic end, I think Janáček delivers. This is the type of work where a reviewer might complain that it isn’t ‘abrasive enough’ — not a problem with Ančerl, though.

What you should leave this CD with is a renewed appreciation for Janáček as a composer of exciting, even thrilling ‘pure’ music, without needing to worry about specific lines of dialogue or scene progressions. I do think more people would enjoy his operas, though: they stage very well (he says, having only seen them on YouTube) and once you get a handle on Janáček’s voice, you really can appreciate him as a master of orchestration.

18. Heitor Villa-Lobos - Works for a cappella Voices

First off, I bet you had no idea Villa-Lobos wrote a cappella church music! Now, I love Heitor Villa-Lobos, I love virtually everything he ever wrote. I could say very hyperbolic things about how much pleasure I’ve derived from listening to him, but that’s not what this is about. In my experience, there are 3, perhaps 4 things that count against him in the wider public, and these are, unusually, all kind of different.

First, there’s his compositional fecundity: I read comments like, “Well, I went away and listened to the complete Bachianas Brasileiras (3 hrs)” or “all 11 of his symphonies…” — he was not a Mahlerian composer who reinvented himself in every work. So I think people get a sense of fatigue sometimes. He feels ‘same-y’ rather than inventive and brilliant (which he is). Second, his music very often has a sense of energy, vitality, movement, which, combined with pt. 1, can feel exhausting if listened to in the wrong doses. Third, the “Brazilianness” of his music is often misconstrued; people treat it as ‘folksy’ and easy, rather than the product of a highly fusional musical mind. And then, you know, fourth, for some listeners he’s not Brazilian enough.

The first 3 of these are solved here, I think. Villa-Lobos was also a huge fan of renaissance choral music, I believe he conducted Palestrina in Brazil. I was kind of blown away by how good this disc is— there may not be a lot of a cappella choral music by Villa-Lobos, but what exists is very lovely: serene, contemplative, but never background-y. I hear that it’s pretty easy to perform too, would that more choirs picked him up! I mean the number of choir performances in Cambridge I attended, and I never heard a note of this stuff! Really beautiful stuff.

If you’ve ever wondered if the Chôros and all the ‘weird’ works: harmonica concerto, bassoon trio, etc., were gimmicks, a disc like this will really prove that Villa-Lobos is a better and subtler writer than that. Whether it’s to your tastes or not, it’s fascinating context to see how he writes for groups of voices. Now go back to the better known Villa-Lobos cycles and see if you can hear that same flair.

19. Samuel Barber - Cello Sonata Op. 6 /Concerto Op. 22

I think I’m slightly cheating here, because the cello concerto is definitely known, but it isn’t the dreaded Adagio / Agnus Dei (based on the Adagio), Knoxville, Vanessa, School for Scandal, Piano Concerto or Sonata. Wikipedia calls the cello concerto “relatively obscure and performances are scarce”. Well, for my money, it really is one of the best things Barber ever wrote: and I was first introduced to it by Poltéra here, which also gives you the cello sonata (more in a bit). It’s a winner of an album, even if it does end with the dreaded Adagio (which you can skip).

Barber’s oeuvre was small, and yet he does not deserve to be relegated to the status of a one hit wonder (even if he encouraged this by endlessly rearranging It). His vocal music is easy to like, both the songs and operas, and his orchestral writing is, well, even if you get the sense ‘I’ve heard this before,’ it’s all extremely well done.

Barber excels in lower voices, possibly because he was a trained baritone himself. He manages to give the cello lots of elegant singing lines, but he also keeps the overall movement of the concerto fresh and exciting. It feels Romantic in some senses, but not slavishly nostalgic. You can safely assume that the Andante Sostenuto will sound the way it does, but how ‘bout that third movement? Lots of ominous rolling timpani and drama exploding into this triumphant middle section, and then back and forth and back and forth... it’s a lot like how I imagine Tchaikovsky might have done a cello concerto, if he had.

The Cello Sonata is a concise affair, coming from a younger Barber who was maybe, I won’t say ‘experimental’, but less cantabile. I think it has a slightly more abstract feel, not as opposed to ‘passionate’, it’s definitely that! But it was oddly nice to hear Barber working in music that you couldn’t sing, even if just to recontextualize the rest of his music. It’s been compared to Brahms, which was immediately what I thought of. Again I think the third movement is a highlight: the push towards a climax is big, genuinely big, without apologies. Barber keeps things just different enough to avoid blandness, but it’s very, very familiar.

Everything here is played in an absolutely lovely way: Poltéra has a deep, ringing tone and seems to have a real affinity for all the different moods on display. I like having these two works together—the cello is an easy link, and yet they are different pieces.

20. Dmitry Shostakovich - 24 Preludes and Fugues Op. 87

Shostakovich is a composer I find undoubtedly great and talented, but somewhat difficult to love. A lot of his fanbase seems to be either Russophiles or very…politically engaged people who see Shostakovich as the model of the artist who was all-consumingly political. I think the evidence for this is very skimpy, and even if it were all true: even if every minor key phrase “stands for” Stalin and every major key phrase “ironically” also “stands for” Stalin but like, subversively—I don’t really care. I never met Stalin. I never lived under him. I know who he is but like, it’s just not the sort of artist bio that worms its way into my heart.

As I say, though, I don’t really buy that reading, it just seems to be the one that creates the most Shostakovich fans.

I’m always happy enough to dip into his catalogue every now and then: the symphonies are undoubtedly some of the most technically impressive of the 20th-century, the string quartets are usually very interesting, and then there’s the ‘lighter’ side of Shostakovich in the piano concerti and jazz suites and whatnot. Let’s not forget that viola sonata, which I adore.

I think I’m right in saying though, that most of us don’t think of the piano first when we consider Shostakovich. Well, we’re missing out if so! I was so skeptical that Shostakovich had actually written a set of 24 Preludes & Fugues that I would enjoy—I knew none of his piano writing, and it just seemed so massively different from his symphonic legacy—I put off dipping into this collection for many years. When I finally did, I was hooked, I think I played the whole thing front-to-back twice. I am recommending Tatiana Nikolayeva’s recording, because she seems to be the universal favorite: she debuted them in 1952, received their dedication, and recorded them (a couple times) but as far as I can tell they’re all pretty good. How could you go wrong with that?

I like these because they present Shostakovich in what is to me a more likable musical light. They are erudite, as in, they quote widely from his preferred influences, but it’s a bit subtler and better-integrated than his penchant for collaging his way through a symphony. The pervasive note of irony is missing: these are sincere, reflective musical works by someone who truly did have endless ideas and a gift for form. A lot of Russian folk/church music, a lot of Bach, several waltzes, it’s a really great set for exploring Shostakovich the musician as opposed to Shostakovich the voter.

So, there you go! What do you think? What works surprised you by showing you a whole new side of a composer? Do you know any of these recordings? Any famous writers you struggle with? Let me know in the comments!

Can I just say, also, a huge, and heartfelt ‘thank you’ to everyone who’s read, liked, commented, re-stacked, messaged me? I’m not at the level of purity-of-intention where I do this entirely for love of writing essays: I want, and have always wanted, to share my music and my thoughts with other people. When I think back to late 2025, I was so close to giving this thing up, averaging 0, 1, or at most 2 likes per article. Things are much better now, although my ambitions are still much higher…

I know, I know, it’s probably not very interesting or fun to read someone whining about ‘likes’ on social media. But I think that’s where I have to start this week, if I’m being honest. A sense of powerlessness and dislocation; when I tried to write this particular essay, I think I failed a dozen times or more, I scratched out more paragraphs than I think I have with any prior essay.

That may speak to my relatively blasé approach to publishing on here normally, but…

I don’t think I understand Reena Esmail completely yet. I really like her music, but it remains something of an enigma to me. I am struggling to write the essay that I want to write this week.

When I think about an ‘in’ to describing this music that I intuitively enjoy quite a lot—that is to, say that I un-critically loved—I can’t really think of the words. I’m not sure how to pitch it to you. I should be able to. It’s not more unusual than anything else I’ve written up on this Substack.

So, who is Reena Esmail? Well, like many contemporary composers, I don’t really know. Her bio is very professional: Yale, Juliard, Tanglewood, LA, Seattle… frequent composer in residence in different locations, etc. I don’t necessarily get much of a sense for what she believes, what matters to her, how her music ‘works’ compositionally —

Okay, and, let me be excruciatingly clear. None of this is a criticism of Esmail. Her bio is clean and impersonal because she is still, as it were, actively promoting herself, trying to secure positions, funding, gigs. The super professional ‘resume’ presentation of composers is widespread today, but, always feels a little empty to me when compared with biographies from the past. Necessarily!

Esmail’s written over 100 works (200+ including revisions + transcriptions and such) but there are only 3 albums on Spotify dedicated to her music, together comprising 7 distinct works. Not that she’s, even, by the standards of young, contemporary composers, particularly bad off: there’s probably another dozen singles and tons of ‘featured-on’s available on Spotify. Obviously, lots of musicians like her stuff. But I find, in a way, it’s very difficult to get a complete sense of a composer from singles, even many singles. Maybe that’s part of the problem.

Although, I tell a lie: my first introduction to her was her Winter Breviary (linked), a newly composed choral work for Christmas that is utterly gorgeous and full of intriguing ideas. She was also featured on my America 250 essay, as one of the composers who contributed to Min Kwon’s America / Beautiful, and to my ears, one of the very, very best of the contributions.

More recently, I listened to Tipping Point, which is a thrilling, choral + tabla work, full of light and poetry.

Esmail’s approach to music is fusional: she is very interested in bringing together Hindustani folk music and Western Classical. This is a great niche to occupy, and to my ears, Esmail succeeds enormously.

It’s hard to describe what’s making this so difficult to write without sounding like I’m fishing for compliments— which, god forbid. I might even disable comments this one time. I doubt my ability to explain and connect. There’s always too much room for misunderstanding…

It’s interesting to look at other Substacks; often the successful ones are vulnerable, but they’re interesting and vulnerable because the writer is, in some way, interesting themselves.

So there is a sort of weird alliance between subjects here. I nearly did an album review of Esmail’s 2020 This Love Between Us towards the start of this Substack, but I couldn’t quite produce a coherent review. I heard her chamber music album, Breathe, and loved it again—but why? This past week I listened to Tera Infirma, and went, okay, I love this: this is great. I am definitely going to review this. And, once more, found I could not.

At the same time, I feel like a failure to express myself accurately is the most defining trait of my life at the moment. I still grieve my own failed career as an artist. What felt expressive to me only puzzled and annoyed other people. I was entirely out of step with the successful poets and playwrights whom I longed to be like. Contest after contest came back with rejection after rejection; In 7 entries, they’d publish 6 but not mine. Style is my problem of course, but I think, in a sense, life is the problem. The concerns and lives and experiences of other people are too unlike my own.

Why did my art fail? Because it wasn’t saying anything to other people. The more I liked it, the more I felt I was pouring my heart and soul into it, the more true and intense and original it felt to me, the more other peoples’ eyes would glaze over and they would pass from line to line saying things like, “Oh. Hm. Interesting!” and then immediately forget about it. This is just the definition of being a bad artist—many people are! I still try every now and then and inflict my writings on a small circle of friends, because I can’t help it, I think. I was born with a love for art but no actual capacity for it. I often joke that I am in an unrequited love with all of it: poetry, theatre, music, books, even, to an extent, theory: thinking, understanding, ideas; teaching, my profession, writing, other people both individually and as a collective. I do believe in luck. I believe that some people are different from others: most people I know have more raw talent than I do, they are better at the things they love.

If reviewing music was, in some sense, originally an attempt to ‘retreat’ from this, which I am calling the ‘life’ problem, how can I believe that I haven’t imported the same problems here? What I hear may not be what you hear, what I associate with a piece may not be what you associate with a piece. A good reviewer should actually, I believe, be somewhat normal: because therein lies the greatest chance for their opinions to ‘match’ the imagined listener’s.

Why shouldn’t all the same facts be the case here? All music, even Classical Music, in spite of the stereotypes, was actually written for ordinary people. Operas used to be immensely popular—and should still be, I wish! Being weird was not an asset as a writer, it certainly shouldn’t be here. I am not the intended audience of any of this stuff— is it enough to simply ‘will’ myself in?

This is supposed to be about the excellent modern composer Reena Esmail, whose music keeps defeating my ability to review. Let me give you a summary, and let me just encourage you to check her out:

I’ll start with Esmail’s 2020 album Breathe. On it is featured her Piano Trio, a substantial 30-minute work in 4 unnamed movements, as well as Saans and Jhula Jhule. Saans means “breath” in Hindi (सांस) so it is the genesis of the album title. Jhula Jhule is based on a pair of Indian folk songs, arranged for solo instrument, cello, and piano. (Here, violin).

This is the least successful of her 3 albums, in my opinion, although that isn’t saying very much. 4.5 stars out of 5, say. I think its basic flaw is that it is too much of the same thing: the predominant mood is rather slow and ‘samey’. Not that that’s a problem, quite a lot of good chamber music can do that. But I did find myself wishing for a touch more contrast in the Trio— I think Jhula Jhule is really the album’s highlight because of the markedly different sections.

Most recently there is Terra Infirma, a disc dedicated to a sort-of-harp-and-percussion-concerto of the same name. This was composed for Yolanda Kondonassis, who performs it with aplomb here. It is a somewhat nervous-sounding, unsettled work, with lots of deep growls, grumbles, and sudden decrescendi. You may at first feel like you’ve heard a lot of similar modern orchestral works (we are living in the age of music anxiety, right?) but Terra Infirma takes an a special role as a harp concerto specifically. Placed against, like, Handel’s, Mozart’s, Boiledieu’s… it manages to do something radically different with the instrument. I really loved it.

Also on this disc is Sandhiprakash, originally for cello solo but here arranged for harp and violin. Her inspiration is several dawn-ragas, which she takes pains to point out are unlike Western depictions of the dawn, because they are more mysterious. I’m not really sure what to make of claims like this— is this just a necessary part of self-promotion in today’s day and age? It certainly sounds, as a piece of music, dreamy and liminal. I think my worry is that Esmail’s press, her PR, treats her fusion of Indian and Western music as a ‘gimmick’, as something almost totally explanatory in and of itself. This would the same mistake German musicologists made in the 19th century. No, this music is not good because she uses a conception of the dawn that is different from (some*) Western conceptions. It’s good because she’s a talented writer and has good ideas about pacing, movement, dynamics, and tone-colors.

Finally, we get extracts from her oratorio Earth Speaks, which was written for the city of Pasadena, and features poems from Native American tribes originally from that area, as well as reflections on science and the Mars Rover and similar things. Her choral writing is always, always magnificent, and very well-sung here.

But for me, Esmail’s work that I enjoy the most is This Love Between Us, recorded in 2020 by the Elora Singers with Mark Vuorinen:

This is a 40-minute program divided into 7 movements, each named after a world religion, and, theoretically, perhaps, drawing on some of their philosophy and sonic ideas. But it never feels cliched or inevitable. Buddhism opens with a bang and develops into a genuine sort of groove; Sikhism has a yearning, lovely alto solo; Christianity is a rock-and-roll trumpet-and-drum thing; Zoroastrianism makes cinematic, effective use of its male chorus and soloists; Hinduism is harmonically rich and serene; Jainism is a sort of a propulsive dance; and Islam is a slow, steady march, wistful and calm. You never feel like you’ve heard it all before.

What I am trying to say is that Esmail goes far, far above and beyond the press clippings and descriptions of her works from her own website! Yes, there is a fusion component. But there is a lot more artistry in how she makes that work.

I lived in India for a few years as a child. I’ve heard, therefore, a lot of Indian music—both classical & popular—but before I really had any sort of musical vocabulary. I wonder if this is part of the problem. I’ve been interested in learning a bit more about Indian music, but every resource I stumble into quickly confuses me. To be fair, I also don’t understand Western music theory. I wonder if I did know both—or either—would I better be able to understand what Esmail is doing? But maybe the fact that I don’t, and I genuinely love it, is proof that the music transcends the basic facts of its creation?

Give Reena Esmail a listen. Start with This Love Between Us, maybe Tipping Point. And bookmark her— one to watch for the future. I predict we’ll have a lot more Esmail albums in the future. Well, I hope so, anyways.

Could I have just said all that without the self-doubt and agony? I don’t know, probably. I’m still not happy with my review per se. I’d like to drill into the specifics. Why does this music work so well, why do other written sources seem to be unable to lay their finger on why I like it so much?

Who knows.

It’s no secret that we all love a negative review, don’t we? I know I do. And let’s leave aside any claim they have to educate or enlighten, negative reviews are just fun. When done well—that is, either when reviewed with wisdom, or, written up with panache—they are tremendously good entertainment.

A bad review provides opportunity for comedy in a way that a good review almost never does. Consider, for example, this scathing review written by Jonathan Woolf at MusicWeb about a historical recording of Handel’s Giulio Cesare recorded at Vesuvius in Italy:

Vesuvius erupted in A.D 79 burying Pompeii in lava and pyroclastic flows. In the case of small to medium scale eruptions the scene of potential devastation can span as much as four miles but the Vesuvian eruption of that year was catastrophic. But not as catastrophic as this release from Walhall.

I mean, that’s funny. I’m not one to dissect a joke, but pointing to a CD of baroque opera recorded by some actually very fine singers and going ‘this is actually worse than the eruption of Mt Vesuvius’, you know, that’s a good bit. And, I mean, by the sounds of things, he’s right! This review really sticks out in my memory as kind of unique, because Woolf claims, essentially, that the tapes used are in such a dreadful state of preservation they are“effectively unlistenable.” He concludes with by taking aim not at the composer or the singers but at the record company itself:

It’s too much, I suppose, to expect that the producers, company and distributors will feel ashamed of themselves – but they should. I strongly suggest to them that this disc is either withdrawn or repackaged responsibly…

I’ve not managed to bring myself to listen to this recording (although, if you want a snippet, I believe this is from the same performance here) but I can’t help but sort of cheer in agreement at this moral. The thrust of Woolf’s review is that the record-purchasing-public ought not pay for total garbage, and so record companies in turn have a duty to release things that are, at least, in somewhat decent sound.

Well, a shot-across-the-bow at the greed of record companies gives me no moral qualms whatsoever. Amen to that, say I. But what about the vastly more common type of negative review out there in the world: ‘this hapless idiot played Mozart too slow’ or something? What about them indeed.

I may be courting controversy here, but I have a soft spot for Dave Hurwitz of Classicstoday dot com (impossible to write that sentence without hearing it in his particular sing-song cadence) — who has been steadily acquiring a huge following with his YouTube reviews over the past couple of years. Hurwitz has some very loyal supporters and some very dogged detractors: mention him in certain Classical Music fora and people will pile on with malice. People say that he’s blind, ignorant, a hack… I like him! I think some of this is because, and this is among the most distinctive things about Hurwitz, he is quite happy to sink his teeth into a negative review. In fact he feels that most other contemporary reviewers are not willing enough to savage an album where the playing isn’t good. There might be something to that. I want to come back to this theme later, but it’s important to note that when I use Hurwitz as the paradigm of someone who gives really searing bad reviews, that’s because it’s just a lot easier to find him doing it. He is actually pretty positive about MOST of what he reviews, but it’s remarkably unusual that he, as a reviewer, is willing to tear something down at all. Anything else I search will typically have pretty warm comments in, say, Gramophone magazine, or other written sources. We’re going to come back to that later.

For now, let’s talk about Hurwitz’s gift for the zingy negative review. I’m going to deliberately pick one where I disagree with him, actually, because I think that’s more fun and interesting. I’m picking his video essay about Heraclius Djabadary’s Piano Concerto, which I actually discovered via Alexandre Bak’s YouTube channel, and, actually thoroughly enjoyed. It’s very Eastern in a way that would be unforgivably orientalizing if it was by anyone else, but I think Georgia’s Asian enough that we’ll let it slide. As such, I think it’s tremendous fun: impressionistic, unexpected, it’s got a sense of joy and zest about it. It’s also not really that unconventional in some aspects. I like it. Put that on the record. I’m a fan.

Well, Hurwitz launches into his review with “…the most awgful piece of music ever written. Really! I’m not kidding.” This hyperbole, I gather, turns some people off, but I feel, in a sense, like a kindred spirit in a way—I use a lot of exaggeration for comedic effect, so, this doesn’t at all bother me. But it is something I’ve gotten into trouble for myself a dozen times. At any rate, Hurwitz is able to actually articulate what he doesn’t like about the concerto, and it’s pretty entertaining. There are other, more serious examples, where his negative reviews have taught me something about the music itself, and have sharpened for me why I disagree and like the album.

So, it might seem like the direction I’m heading is this: negative reviews, when done well, are useful; we should do more of them.

That’s not actually my conclusion. Let’s go back to the point I mentioned earlier— the dearth of truly negative classical music reviews outside of Hurwitz. Today, I should stress. Historically reviewers have been a bit more gloves-off. And the fans can be ruthless. I sometimes think that the average casual listener, the amateur, is vicious because it makes it seem like they have great taste. You see comments, right, like, “oh, Firstname Pianoguy is no better than a WEASEL banging around on the keyboard, Liszt’s Etude S. 141/3 in G Minor must be played with subtlety and finesse expressing the artistic poetic conceptions of the transcendence of the human soul…” and if you reply, like, “hey man, I don’t think that’s the case at all. First, it’s Liszt: it’s supposed to be high-virtuoso fireworks, it’s suppose to be fun. Also no one calls the Campanella that. There’s no transcendence, it’s just a showpiece” — then they’ll be like “oh, well, clearly you just don’t have the refined palette that I have.” Also, you know, I shouldn’t leave this merely implied: a lot of the Firstname Pianoguys in question here are like either women or from Asia. When I see bristlingly negative reviews of a musician who like clearly graduated from conservatory and can fill concert halls, well, I don’t know if we’re listening with our ears or our eyes.

Part of the problem is that, really, in a sense, there aren’t really that many bad albums in Classical music. I keep up with as many new releases as possible, which means, in theory, I get a lot of the dross that’s doomed to be forgotten—and most of it’s still good. It’s actually good. It’s just not great. But you don’t really feel like bringing out the artillery for a disc that’s merely good, right? It wouldn’t be proportionate.

I think of it like this. Most written music has to go through quite a lot of checks before it is published. Some musician has to find & believe in it enough to play it. We are in an unquestioned surplus of academy-trained musicians. And unlike some genres, Classical needs relatively few engineering tricks to sound good. So…what could go wrong?

You might see ‘bad albums’ in Classical music on a sort diagram like this. So:

Good performance of good music, but edited/preserved badly: see Woolf’s review above; happens mostly in Historic Opera.
Good performance of bad music: See Hurwitz above. Hard not to put this one down to taste—what really IS ‘bad music’? Often reviews will indicate that maybe this is specialist repertory, or, more ‘academically motivated’ — “for the first time we’re digging out a sonata written by Chopin’s niece’s husband’s brother”. But even then…as I say. it’s usually not bad. I hear a lot of music in this category that’s forgettable, but, then, best thing is to just let it go and listen to something else.

Besides, interpretation works here to our advantage. A really good pianist can often take the schlockiest of salon sentimentalities and make them worth hearing (once), just the way a star actor can infuse charisma and meaning into a badly-written part in a script.

Very, very rarely do I actually hear something where I feel like the actual music itself is unsalvageable. Yeah, okay, let me throw you one example, just for the fun of it, why not. Last year or so, I was curious enough to download Benjamin Carr’s “Piano Music” from Centaur, a label that seems to specialize in these sort of ‘academic’ rediscoveries of composers. Carr had a really interesting life— he was incredibly involved in the musical scene of early America, as a publisher, arranger, teacher, pianist, and composer. The album itself runs for four and a half hours, and to give you a taste… I don’t know, to me this feels about as uninspired as high classical keyboard writing ever could get. It is as predictable as death and the ornaments feel so perfunctory and repetitive; everything goes on too long (even though most of the individual tracks run for under a minute). I don’t think you should be able to operate heavy machinery while Benjamin Carr is playing. You really have to let it play on to get the soporific effect of it all: for the first 30 seconds or so you might think, oh, this is kinda like early Mozart, it’s cute. But it never…develops. No individual moment is itself, like, unpleasant in itself, but this was written in 1817, right. The same year as the Hammerklavier Sonata, the same year that Chopin (aged 7) published his first Rondo. You get what I’m saying, right?

But, ok, finally, category 3: Bad performance: This is what most negative reviews really are about. The claim is that we have on our hands an uninspired, badly-considered, or flawed interpretation of some music that we agree is great. So that is what I really want to consider here.

Most recordings in Classical music are ‘of the canon’, broadly defined. No, I can’t tell you what exactly is or is not the Classical canon, but, I think you can intuitively feel what I mean. Not to say that every reviewer needs to like everything in the canon, but, then, this won’t be your disc to review if you don’t.

But, again, 19 times out of 20 there won’t be any technical issues, and so what makes for a ‘good’ or ‘bad’ performance? I’ve written about this before on …And in the Scherzo…, but there’s a dilemma here: sometimes a good performance is strictly true to the intentions of the composer and sometimes it is wildly different. Sometimes the artist-as-interpreter makes a piece ‘mean’ something else. Because this is true: and we should all acknowledge this right now. I don’t necessarily want to give specific examples, because that kind of opens me up for critical evisceration, but let’s just imagine a safely neutral one that I doubt anyone will care about much: one can imagine the 1st movement of Beethoven’s fifth symphony played at breakneck, reckless tempo for a sense of the mad rush of momentum; and one can imagine it played with a heavy, pounding pace, expressing the inexorable power of fate… whatever. The music clearly works at both levels. It would be a silly critic who lambasted Conductor X for playing it too fast OR too slow if it worked.

Ah, but then, everything is a bit fractal isn’t it. If you accept what I’m saying, instead of multiplying the possible interpretations, we’ve also multiplied the ways to do it wrong, because now you can have:

Fast—good
Slow—good
Fast—bad
Slow—bad

But my point is that reviewers will confuse column A for column B, I think. When I read reviews, I sometimes see reviewers seeming to confuse the badness of the performance for the badness of the interpretation, which I do not think they would hold to if they were listening to a different performance with that same interpretation, only, executed well!

What I mean—and, again, I’m not pointing fingers at anyone in particular, I promise, — is that it is all very easy to say:

This recording of Bach’s French Suites sucks because it’s too fast. Pianist Boris Russianlastnamovich plays them like a ridiculous virtuoso competition, which is entirely antithetical to Bach’s compositional approach. Speed makes it harder to hear the underlying counterpoint, and it obscures the rhythms in the dance movements.

&

This performance of the Brahms German Requiem sucks because it’s too slow. Conductor Hans Schluffenstuff needed to inject more energy and rhythm into the piece to prevent it from becoming stodgy and listless. What a ridiculous idea, actually, to take music that’s already funereal and slow it down.

But then, if you say—

Hang on, critic. You love Andras Schiff’s Bach, and you love Klemperer’s Brahms. And Schiff plays Bach very fast, and Klemperer plays Brahms very slow — right?

They will say (in this case, because I’ve just made them up):

Yes, that’s true.

All of this to say, you know, the problem with negative reviews, for me, is that I actually think there’s a very good chance the critic IS misdiagnosing the problem. It’s very easy to do a, kind of, universalizing- generalizing- take on why this recording was bad, and to have it look, on the surface, reasonable and even enlightening, it might be full of statements that seem true, but I often worry that in hindsight, the analysis has been fundamentally unsound. This recording might be bad, and it might be slow, and the badness and the slowness might be inextricably linked and bound together, but they are not quite in a causal relationship with each other. Necessarily.

Is this not always true with reviews, even good ones? Somehow I don’t actually believe so, no. My impression is that when something works, the thing that makes it work is closer to the surface in a sense.

This is one of the biggest reasons I have not myself yet published a full negative review of an album, and I don’t really see myself doing so soon. (OK, there was that paragraph on Carr further up, but that doesn’t count, does it?)

I’ve gotten close—I once sort of trashed a play that was performed alongside a musical performance of Bach’s Art of the Fugue which I loved, and I did sort of hate that play, but in retrospect it felt like maybe a waste of words. But therein lies the point. I don’t actually think I’ve managed to hear an album of classical music that I loathed at that level.

Several times I’ve thought to myself something like this:

Every review on …And in the Scherzo… has been positive. Won’t my readers start to think that I just uncritically like everything—that my praise means nothing? If everything is ‘one of the best things I’ve heard this year’, then surely that’s going to start wearing off. I should probably do 1-2 negative reviews as well, after all, they provide a good avenue for sharing ideas and education about classical music as well!

But then I think more about it and I become less certain. For one thing, I listen to a lot of music. It’s not unheard of for me to hit 150 albums in a month. Let’s say 35 in a week. Most of the time, if I’m reviewing anything formally, it’s going to average to around 1 album a week. That, numerically, makes it a top 3% album, and I’ve already said that, frankly, most things I listen to are really good. So is it that hard to believe that I’m still scratching the surface on recommending to you phenomenally good records?

But the second reason is, as I say, that I am afraid of not being able to get to the bottom of the reason I didn’t like a recording. Many’s the time I’ve changed my mind about one, or else this kind of thing happens— (both of these are true stories from this year)

I heard a recent recording of a particular standard-rep symphony that I love, pretty much on the day it gets released. My first reaction was one of slight disappointment—it sounds pretty flat, listless, the climaxes feel muted and kind of going-through-the-motions. Some very clear, beautiful sound and playing, but the overall energy is low.

About a week later I see reviews coming out in multiple locations that say precisely the opposite. It’s energetic, bold, passionate…

Well, huh, I say to myself. Am I, in fact, bad at listening to music? It would be one thing if the critics said it was, you know, ‘nobly restrained’ or something that would imply that it’s strengths simply lay elsewhere, but I was directly contradicted by, like, everyone!

Second story:

I listened to a new recording of some chamber works I really love. This particular recording, though, was surprisingly — unusually— dull. It felt like the violinist (whom I loved in previous recordings!) and pianist were in 2 different rooms, phrasing was taken very slow and felt a little indifferent, it sounded a bit too much like a school exercise.

Sure enough, when the reviews came out, everyone praised the violinist’s singing, musical tone and the conversational nature of the album.

I felt like I was going crazy, so I cornered one of my friends the next morning and played about 45 seconds from this disc, and then 45 seconds from an older favorite account of the same work, and asked what he thought.

“Sure,” he said. “The first one feels a lot slower and less exciting…the second has more sparkle to it.”

So in this case maybe I was vindicated—but not by every other reviewer!

I don’t actually dislike albums very often, so both of these were very rare cases where I felt like, okay, sure, this is definitely not a very good performance of something. But apparently I am an outlier in what I don’t like.

But then I thought to myself, you know what? I could sit down and blast this violinist (who, again, I normally really like!) and say that this disc is not-super-good (I mean, it’s honestly still FINE) but if you listen blind to this & any other reference recording of the piece in question you’ll see exactly what I mean— and then I just thought to myself…

But why? Why bother? Who cares? Time is the great sieve. Everything will be lost except for the tiny percentage of recordings that are pure gold, pure platinum. Why spend any energy encouraging people to forget a disc I didn’t like, when, we’re gonna all do that anyway, in lieu of recommending a recording I do like?

This is the problem with a negative review. It’s sort of a pyrrhic victory. To the extent that I succeed, and convince you that recording A is not-good… who cares? All I’ve done is make us both not-like something. And to merely say that the alternative—an unbelievably famous Reference Recording that everyone could name—is better… we already knew that, really. I will have accomplished nothing worthwhile.

All of this, by the way, sort of exists in a Streaming world where we aren’t spending money on discs. It’s a little different if you assume a CD-buying public. There indeed is something morally good about saying “save your $12; this one isn’t it”. But I don’t know that that’s for me. I think I feel much more accomplished when I can hold up something else and say, “You may not have been considering getting this one, but let me tell you, it’s great.”

That’s my motto. It needn’t be every reviewer’s, but it’s mine, for now.

I believe, to some extent, in choosing to celebrate the place where you happen to be at the moment, to become enmeshed in the community where you find yourself, wherever that happens to be. So there are absolutely are things I like in America. I think birthright citizenship, Jazz, and the Americans with Disabilities Act would probably form the top 3 in some order, and then maybe Faulkner, the Blues, and our National Parks after that. Leonard Bernstein and Emily Dickinson, for personal reasons. Our universities—I mean, not all of them, but our university culture I’m a huge fan of. This is more contentious, I suppose, but as I get older I find myself more enthusiastic about Native American languages and cultures and any project designed to educate people about them. That’s not something that can be counted as a positive of America as a nation, of course, but it is genuinely becoming one of my favorite parts of living here. You’re very unlikely to attend a powwow in Belgium. Etc.

The concept of pride I find rather confusing here. I didn’t have anything to do with any of that. As I say, I could draw up an equivalent list (but with different terms) for everywhere else I’ve lived: England, Ireland, Mexico, India, Poland, Azerbaijan… I don’t feel for a second in any way that I am somehow ‘spiritually connected’ to Emily Dickinson just because we both have the same nationality. And yet, this is how people talk sometimes, especially around the Fourth of July in America. And, actually, if you think about it, it’s sort of how some people act all the time.

American national pride is fanatical. There’s really no other word for it. In no other country that I’ve visited do you see so many national flags our on the average street. Nor people wearing nationally-branded merch. Every good thing bought at a grocery store or outlet mall or restaurant isn’t liable to make the purchaser go, “this country is great!” I find myself totally bemused by all this.

My unproven belief is that some of this is a sort of organic result of “how America has solved social problems” in the past. By which I mean, if you go back to the 18th and 19th century, America was fairly tolerant of what we might call cultural and social difference. You didn’t have to speak a lick of English, you could have any religion you wanted, you could dress how you liked, eat what you could get— and that was unique back then. Ironically, as the rest of world began to agree that that was the only right and proper way to do immigration, we began to backpedal, and today the American right-wing is tying itself up in knots trying to detail all the aspects of American culture an immigrant must assimilate to the second they arrive here to prove that they were worthy of coming in the first place!

But all of which is to say, a group needs something, there has to be some of ‘identity’ in common. And I think part of American communal identity became, historically speaking, simply loving the concept of America. But behind the concept was very little in particular. This hasn’t been all bad, really. I think that American culture, especially in the cities, is remarkably tolerant and open in part because there isn’t anything to ‘being-American’ other than being here. And that’s good! That’s how it should be! Nationality has no metaphysical-ontological component. An American is someone who says they are one: end of discussion.

And it’s interesting how much I ‘become’ The American (tm) overseas: not in my own thoughts or conduct, I mean, but to other people. When I lived in the UK, there were certain people for whom any quirk, issue, or difference of mine was explicable by sweeping National generalizations. I always found this irritating, but I’ve never really met anyone who understood why I disliked this so much. Recall that my plan was to live there permanently. And maybe it did upset me disproportionately. Other people don’t seem to mind this so much. But I don’t really think most of the way that I am is explicable by being a product of an American Culture that I barely spent any time in.

It is much harder to write this kind of thing today, of course. America in the 21st century is apparently trying to un-do everything that makes it good. I am not a political commentator, so I won’t pursue that any further. But the tension of having the 250th—an event that is interesting and worth reflecting on—under an administration of depraved evil certainly makes for some depressing reflections. Then again, I can see the current political climate as a reason to reject doomerism as such: if we stop caring, we’re sure to lose, aren’t we?

At any rate, what I am is a music commentator, and if there was ever a genre of music more heavily implicated in the question of nationality than Classical, well, I’d be curious to know what it is.

There’s an old joke that mocks right-wing ‘culture warriors’ by saying “For them, there are two races: white, and political. Two genders: male, and political. Two sexualities: straight, and political”. Something similar can be found in 19th-century musicology, where there are two types of art music: German, and ethnic. I think the clearest way to see this is with Dvorak, who was a master of Classical form and melody but all anyone seems to have been interested in is how ‘Czech’ and ‘rustic’ his music sounds, which, I think, objectively speaking, it only does sometimes, kind of. A lot of it could have been written by, like, a cousin of Brahms, or something. Or, sometimes you see claims that Franck took Wagnerian musical vocabulary and made it more ‘French’. In what sense, exactly? He made it his own. Did he make it more Saint-Saensian, more Offenbachian, more Gounodian? Clearly not.

My contention is that nationality in classical music is an ouroboros, a snake eating its own tail. Debussy sounds French because France sounds like Debussy, Finnish music sounds like Sibelius because Sibelius was Finnish, Beethoven could only have been German because he was, in fact, actually, German. Almost none of this stuff holds up to scrutiny because it’s all nonsense.

Let me walk that back a tiny bit. As with many grand sociological theories, there’s a strong and a weak version, and the weak version is pretty much inarguable. It’s like Sapir-Whorf in linguistics: ‘weak’ Sapir-Whorf, the idea that language can influence and shape our thoughts, is simply obvious. But ‘strong’ Sapir-Whorf, that is, that the ideas we are able to consider are limited by our vocabulary, is pretty much provably false, and yet, it remains as an implicit idea people often find themselves unintentionally believing.

The ‘weak’ Nationality-in-Music argument is something like this. Well, hey. You can’t deny that ‘where somebody is from’ affects them. It might shape the historical events you’ve lived through, the religion you grew up with, the books that are popular near you… If Nicolai Rimsky-Korsakov had been born Nicholas Richards-Kershaw in London he probably would not have had the same enthusiasm for, and knowledge of, Russian church music.

Nationality is a factor, clearly.

But I am skeptical about how far people go with this, sometimes. Particularly casual fans. Let’s stick with the romantic Russian composers and present the other case: Tchaikovsky! Casual fans are always hearing “Russian” features in Tchaikovsky’s music. They may not be able to identify them, but if you play Tchaikovsky, they’re picturing St. Basil’s covered with a light dusting of snow. But Tchaikovsky himself didn’t feel he was all that Russian. Russians didn’t feel that Tchaikovsky was one of them. He was particularly in love with Mozart and French culture, he very nearly emigrated to New York, the ‘Mighty Handful’ were always looking down on him for how very un-Russian he was. Of course there ARE things that Tchaikovsky got from his home country— there’s that Orthodox chant for the dead interpolating in the Pathetique, but, you know, for the most part, he really just wasn’t a particularly Russian guy.

This is where it becomes something of an ouroboros. Composers love folk music, composers historically have had the best access to folk music near where they live, and so composers are always decorating their works with folksy elements. But how does that affect the nature of the piece? Grieg’s wonderful piano concerto is always discussed in terms of the Norwegian folk elements he used (particularly in the third movement) but this can easily be taken too far. The closest antecedent is the Schumann concerto: this is not a ‘traditional Norwegian’ piano concerto, because, that just doesn’t exist. The ancient Norse didn’t, like, write piano concerti in ᚠ Major. I really hope that loads on all screen readers. It’s a rune, if it doesn’t.

Again, I’m not trying to reject Grieg’s interest in Norwegian culture, nor do I deny that it’s part of this concerto’s charm. But it isn’t actually folk music quote unquote, it’s a classical work with folk accents. Can we really act like it’s a production of the fjords and forests themselves? People do! Am I alone in finding that somewhat odd?

In the deep, distant past, I wonder what it would have been like to hear music from an entirely different culture. The ancient world was, as we all know, surprisingly well connected, and there has been a lively exchange of goods, ideas, and people at least since the Bronze Age. With music, though, we’re on shakier ground, due to the paucity of written evidence. So imagine for me, if you will, that you are an Athenian rhapsode in 600 BC. You have a lyre, and you sing Homeric poetry to your audiences.

Imagine you take a trip to Egypt, as a number of educated Greeks did. You sail down the Nile with a translator and a local guide, you take a course in Geometry with the palace officials somewhere or other. Imagine you visit a temple and you hear them chanting the praises of Ra to the harp.

Written notation being what it is (as minimal as possible), can you take any of that home? Can you re-string or re-tune your harp to imitate an Egyptian benet? Can you sing melodies like you heard them a month later, when you’ve returned to your native Athens? And would anyone understand the music if you did? When, and how, would you? Music is not just ‘national’, it is also contextual. There is music for worship, commemoration, celebration, and recreation. Can you just ‘take’ the music you’ve heard and slot it into a new context? Does your audience, most of whom would not have done much traveling, actually want that?

I don’t know. I can’t say whether this did or did not happen, because our knowledge of ancient music is so patchy. (And I should know, I used to teach a seminar on it!) But it is easy to imagine that this kind of musical cross-pollination would have been rare, difficult, and probably very ‘mediated’. Keep in mind what I’m talking about here is sort of ‘folk music’, or, the nearest equivalent.

It’s interesting too that the Greeks named their modes after ethnoi, that is, after peoples. The Lydian, Aeolian, Dorian, etc., these modes were so named (we think) because they take on, in some way, the character (“ ”) of those peoples. i.e. the Dorian mode is supposed to sound ‘martial’, so it gets named after the Spartan ethnos, the Dorians. I say that this is ‘interesting’ not just for what it reveals about the Greeks, but because, well, we haven’t changed at all, have we? It only takes a few notes for a listener to say, “Oh, that sounds Middle Eastern” or “very Spanish” etc.

So it is not hugely shocking that Art music in the West, when it first develops, coalesces around ‘schools’, which are located in a specific place. Often Cathedrals. Notation may ‘exist’ at this point in history, but are the worshippers at Notre Dame all that interested in hearing what people are singing in the Lateran Basilica? I mean they might be, a little—but it would take a lot of effort to go, get an expensive manuscript, travel back home, decipher the idiosyncratic notation, and learn it…and then you’re competing against the comfort of a home-grown tradition.

I remember reading once in a review about how early Spanish organ music never made it out of Spain because they had developed their own system of tuning organs and so even if the sheet music had been mailed north of the Pyrenees, it wouldn’t have sounded very good.

So Early Music has its schools. Musical education is oral. But the existence of notation already spells the death of ‘schools’, because whatever the audience may or may not want, musicians themselves are likely to be curious about what’s being sung elsewhere. Towards the 14th century, you start seeing composers and singers being shipped around from Cathedral to Cathedral, and then from Court to Court, and once this process starts, you can’t really go back. Now it is a sign of prestige to be able to ‘hear’ the Netherlands in Venice, or to hear Rome in Paris.

You can still sort of talk about ‘schools’ in the baroque age. People are publishing, and in fact, music really is traveling. Vivaldi, recall, for all that every listener associates him with a Canaletto view of St Mark’s plaza, was actually published in Amsterdam. But publishing is still ancillary to the live, oral tradition. Composers in the same city may have been trained by the same people, they might collaborate, they are competing for the same audience, and so they might sound like each other. But, equally, I sometimes think the narrative comes first. Do people sometimes play Albinoni like Vivaldi, because they are ‘part’ of the same school? If Albinoni had been born in Bonn, would he be treated differently by his violinists today? I think, but obviously cannot prove, that the answer to this question is yes absolutely!

In books about Classicism, it is often said that the Classical tradition was a sort of ‘international’ style. Before it, though, JS Bach was the great synthesist of the baroque: reading voraciously organ music by Italian, French, North- and South-Germans to bring all of the techniques and ideas together. But Bach was, unfortunately, a sort of a dead end. Really the galant was an ‘international style’, and Classicism inherited this. When you listen to Vanhal (a Czech), Sammartini (an Italian), and Dittersdorf (a German), they sound quite similar to each other, and the differences are not usually attributed to nationality.

The obsession with nationality, therefore, does not quite reach back to the time of Mozart. No, as every Classical listener knows, it really comes from the Discovery of the Volk (DotV) in the 19th century. This was a pan-artistic sociological trend, the origins and implications of which I cannot possibly explore in depth. But this was when, for example, folk literature was ‘rediscovered’ slash written down slash invented, and, actually, countries in Europe really started to take their current political shape. It is now that vernacular literature and architecture began to take off. Discovery of the Volk hit art music like a nuclear blast. Partly, I think, it helped to answer the pressing question of “What the hell do we do now, since Beethoven’s done it all anyway?” And so quite a lot of the middle-Romantic consists of composers doing somewhat ponderous rondos that purport to have, like, Moravian folk tunes buried in them somewhere.

You cannot, ultimately, separate political and artistic Discovery of the Volk. Liszt was exciting audiences with the Hungarian Rhapsodies as the Italians were singing Verdi as their unification anthem. It is often said that the revolutionary music of Debussy and Ravel only gained a foothold because of a French turning-away-from-Germany after the Franco-Prussian war, and impressionism offered a way to cultivate a distinctly non-Germanic art-form.

And this is all very awkward for us, listeners today. ‘Discovery of the Volk’ is kind of uncomfortable in light of the fact that the Germans got way, way more into it than maybe anyone else: and this sort of terminates in the pathological obsession over ‘Germanness’ of the Nazi party. Even if it’s kind of ‘charming’ to see, for example, Smetana getting so into Czech music and culture, there is the uncomfortable sense that this is on a continuum with political violence.

The alternative, right, is to kind of try to view as many Discovery of the Volk composers as either ‘freedom fighters’ (Verdi’s operas sometimes get this) or else folk-ethnomusicologists (and thus, academics), but this, to me, seems a rather thin veneer. Look at how the Russian composers were treated after the invasion of Ukraine, as if the ghost of Borodin had been consulted and he was like “Yeah, definitely, invade Ukraine, okay I’m going back to being dead now.” A composer who uses his country’s folk music is read as endorsing his country as a political entity, even though that sounds suspicious in the abstract, because that is ultimately, sort of what it meant in the 19th century Discovery of the Volk world.

Classical music’s nationality ‘obsession’ has been baked in since the 19th century, but I don’t think that means we have to just accept it. What I suppose I’m suggesting is to treat ‘place’ as a less determinative quality of both personality and musicology.

Maybe this is shaped by my own experiences in England where seemingly every little thing I did would be understood as “Ah, that’s because you’re American.” But maybe I just think it’s a limited way to ‘do’ music and there are better out there.

Having said all that, let’s recommend an album for the Fourth of July. Pianist Min Kwon has been commissioning brief variations on “America the Beautiful” since the year 2020, she has recorded 82 of them (76 world premieres!) on this quintuple-album on Delos (DE3629) which was released this past May in honor of America’s 250th. Most are for piano solo, although there are a few duets. They are arranged not chronologically but alphabetically by composer’s last name, which I thought was super fun. Some of these are lyrical and wistful, some are angry and spiky, some are dissonant, some make use of American folk music or jazz, some are funny, but many are, and here’s what I thought was so interesting, inspired by multiple musical traditions. Rena Esmail, Patricio Molina, Liliya Ugay, and others bring the musical traditions of their families into the variations as well. Even scanning the titles one can find ‘contemplations’, ‘underdogs’, ‘tangos’, ‘strife’, ‘prayers’, ‘habaneras’, and one piece gloriously titled ‘Aramaic Fuel Tube’.

You inevitably won’t like all of these, which is, I think, a real tribute to Min Kwon’s universal, all-embracing taste and talent. She plays with brilliance and panache, and the engineering is, to my ears, excellent.

I know that there are many other releases that want to capitalize on this special anniversary: Copland, Bernstein, Gershwin, etc. But only Min Kwon’s really gets at the genuine strength and uniqueness of America: the sprawling, chaotic variability, the openness and tolerance to it all. Even if some of us are trying our best to undo that, it really has always been the secret sauce that makes America competitive and interesting. Every country on earth had its immigrants and its enlightenment-values of tolerance, but we really made a thing of it. Let’s do that again, but even more so.

This is the only album you need for the Fourth of July, I say, if you need any at all.

Let’s say you really love fantasy novels. And you’re putting away, like, a hundred a year. (And that really means something because, in my minimal experience, the average fantasy novel is 700 pages long) But you’re really into it. My sincere belief is that it becomes even more beneficial to you as a fantasy fan to occasionally go out and intentionally read some poetry, romance, plays, etc.

I want to be sure I’m being incredibly clear about what I’m saying here. Sometimes this gets interpreted as a sort of hectoring moral call for variation— “it’s not good for you to just read 1 thing, it’s better for you to vary your diet!” But that isn’t quite what I’m saying here. It might be true, it might not be. Not sure. My argument is that you will reap the benefits as a fan of the thing that you love when you intentionally seek out difference.

I want to also be clear that I don’t mean this adversarially. Maybe it is the case that our imagined fantasy fan would go and read poetry, and would think, “This sucks, where’s all the castles”, and would return to fantasy with a renewed love of his first genre. That might happen, but that isn’t what I’m talking about. That’s not my goal. What I mean is that when you are a passionate fan of something, you gain the capacity to appreciate other things through what you love, and all of this becomes a feedback loop. This is very difficult to prove, in fact, I’m having trouble articulating it, and I have no idea what the research says—nor, frankly, do I care. My, as I say, dogmatic view of the world is that all passion is essentially liquid: ‘loving A;’ enables you to love not-A, and you will find your life better if you try.

Now, we need to briefly address a caveat. The unspoken assumption here is that in my example, A and not-A are part of the same genre. Well, what’s a genre? What enables this to be true? I don’t mean that liking Miles Davis will enable you to enjoy spaghetti, clearly, I mean that being a committed jazz fan will enable you to appreciate, for example, Chinese art music. So this is a property of genre.

How can this be? Is all ‘art’ engaged in the same fundamental project? No, of course not, and we should be skeptical of any claim that acts like it is.

I’ve been looking at art history books lately, out of a desire to learn more about what people see when they look at paintings and sculptures. And I always find it funny when an author can subsume, for instance, ancient Egyptian sculpture (top) and Lyonel Feininger’s Sailboats (bottom; incidentally, I think my favorite-ever painting) as fundamentally 2 different expressions of this one thing called ‘art’.

These are clearly not the same type of thing: the history, meaning, significance, etc., all diverge too far. One image represents (very closely) god: it might be fed, clothed, paraded through the town on religious festivals. It would receive prayers and incense. The other image is much more ‘academic’, it comes from the painters enjoyment of boats, and also his love of geometric abstraction. And yet, somehow, they can easily share pages, perhaps not adjacent pages, pages within the same volume.

Because immediately having said that, you can start to see parallels, can’t you? I didn’t mean to do this, I didn’t do it on purpose, but both have this angularity, this sense of sharp diagonal lines, a placidity, a sense of grandeur packed into a relatively small scale—both are deeply interested in shadow.

I swear I didn’t do this on purpose: I originally had a Pacific Northwest totem pole in for image #1, but it looked too obviously like the Feininger with its blocky stylization. Anything I pick would have looked like I was setting this up, and that’s kinda my point!

So, ultimately, let me put it this way. Art is ‘about’ seeing, and so, while I have some qualms exhibiting the actual religious objects from culture #1 next to the academic decoration pieces of culture #2, the reason this happens at all is because both are things that you see, they convey information to you because of us looking in a certain way. That is probably too broad a definition of art to be comfortable with, but it’s kind of the only possible one.

(Wasn’t that Duchamp’s point, anyways?)

Well, so, even though the genres of art are not interchangeable, this is sort of why a love of one ought to lead to love of another. By learning to appreciate the Feininger you are also learning to ‘read’ the Osiris, or, you’re developing your fluency in the visual. And ‘looking’ is a very broad thing! The anonymous ancient sculptor of the Osiris may have had intentions, beliefs, and experiences radically different to my own, but there’s always common ground, really: Osiris is the god of death and rising to life again—vegetation, the cycle of time, the hope of an afterlife. Even if I only hazily understand what that means to an Ancient Egyptian, I understand what it means to me.

(What I can’t really explain is why that isn’t always the case for everyone. Most people have, I think, much stronger preferences than I do, in that, if they love the impressionists, they will tend to not-love the geometric abstractionists for precisely the ways and reasons that they are not impressionists. And when I put it like that, it’s pretty obvious and reasonable, right?)

Nevertheless I maintain that this is an impoverished way to be, and an impoverished way to love something.

When I worked with students, and was introducing them to literature or art as part of teaching history, something I always dreaded was what I called “instinct first” engagement. This was by far the most common way I saw people engage with art, and I think it’s singularly unproductive. This is where you’d have everyone read a poem or look at a painting and within 0.02 microseconds, someone would declare, “I don’t like it.” or, even, “I like it.” But when asked why, there is a much, much longer delay before an answer comes. This is because liking or not liking something ‘immediately’ is a bit random. You might be picking up on something valid, but you might not!

I fear that quite a lot of people engage with art this way. I felt that my own private success as a teacher, that is the metric by which I evaluated myself, was whether I could gently combat instinct-first reactions. “Don’t like it or dislike it. Just listen to it for a bit.” And then, have something more specific to say!

(I think it’s very important to say, of course, that this is an ideal I do not always live up to—nor am I setting myself up as someone who’s especially good at this. I just value it, that’s all.)

Summing up so far. I believe that the core of loving music ought to train you to appreciate other styles of music, and that, while genres are very different from each other, if you’re used to ‘using your ears’ to hear meaning: you should be able to do this, with just a little bit of time and effort! And it will somehow sharpen and hone your love of both genres.

Putting it like that, it almost seems like I could have just written that & then moved on. Oh, well. As the philosophers say, it isn’t the conclusion that matters, it’s how you got there.

Some of you may know this, but I didn’t grow up listening to Classical Music. If anything, I grew up on classic rock, which is to say, electric blues. I liked all the blues licks. They sound good. I got an electric guitar from The GuitarCentre (tm) one birthday and spent a lot of time trying to figure out the scales, riffs, solos, and slides of my favorite guitarists. I even had a book that painstakingly transcribed slide guitar solos (in tab, of course) by the likes of Duane Allman and Derek Trucks. I think I liked slide the most.

I was bad at it, for the record.

Now, anyone can tell you that blues-rock (which is to say, classic rock in general) is descended very literally from the blues. As no less an authority than Muddy Waters himself said, “the blues had a baby and they named it rock & roll”. Rock musicians in the ‘60s and ‘70s are eternally covering songs by the above mentioned Waters, Howlin’ Wolf, Robert Johnson, and others. Some of the transitional figures between the two genres are super fascinating too— anyone with a passing interest in early rock needs to hear John Lee Hooker, and I’ve never understood his neglect on classic rock radio stations.

But I think the transition from blues-rock to blues is actually kind of complicated, and it’s something I’ve been musing about lately, inspired by Substack doyen Ted Gioia’s book Delta Blues which I acquired & read recently. Great book, by the way.

The first few waves of delta blues—before 1945ish—sound, to my ears, really quite different from the somewhat ‘poppier’ version of the genre that many casual listeners associate with the blues. Let’s personify that second version with BB King, we’ll call it the BB King Blues. Awesome guitarist, great singer and songwriter. But it’s really only that final wave that gave birth to rock and roll in a way that’s easily appreciable to a casual listener. I want to talk a little about that earlier genre: the first generations of the blues. I’m going to call those the Delta Blues.

My contention is that the Delta Blues are a surprising genre. Its origins are shrouded in mystery, its early masters sparsely-recorded, and the musicological risks were considerable. More on that anon.

My first exposure to this genre was, of course, Robert Johnson’s Complete Recordings, which I purchased on iTunes with my chore money (lol) after hearing Eric Clapton and the Rolling Stones raving about how great he was. I liked them, so I thought this would be a pretty safe bet.

Surprisingly, though, I found it quite an adjustment. This is partly a testament to how young I was at the time, and how narrow my musical world really was back then. I found it difficult to hear the ‘shape’ of songs, absent a simple backbeat and a typical song structure. The recorded quality was also new to me at the time: the hiss and the slightly murky sonics where the guitar faded in and out of the depths. I don’t want to overstate the case, because, obviously, with the benefit of being older (I was a very young teenager at the time) I don’t think there’s anything at all unlikable about Johnson’s recorded oeuvre, but I really do think he is farther away from like a Cream single than some people imply. And actually, it’s those differences that I’ve come to appreciate more over time. In fact, I listen to the original Delta Blues recordings far, far more than I do to classic rock these days.

Reading Gioia’s book and thinking about the genre from a historical, critical perspective inspired me to think about, in essence, what are the interesting similarities and differences between it and Classical Music?

I say ‘interesting’ similarities and differences, because one could easily look at the two genres in a cursory way that wouldn’t be very illuminating. Fewer instruments, microtonal bends, emphasis on ‘authenticity’, blah blah blah. An AI could do all that, and what would we learn from it?

Because, looking back on, performing an autopsy on my first listening experiences to the Delta Blues, I can see now that it’s the flexibility of tempo and rhythm that was particularly hard for me to wrap my brain around at first: and this is something that Classical Music shares. I’ll go a step further and say that they share this flexibility for the same reason. When a pianist speeds up and slows down in Schumann it is for emphasis, emotion, narrative, i.e., musical rhetoric, and when Mississippi Fred McDowell speeds up and slows down it’s…exactly the same thing. Honestly!

I think both genres are sometimes criticized for this in two opposite ways, but this is silly. Classical musicians are commonly said to be snooty and elitist in their disregard for rhythm because they don’t tend to lock in for long periods of in-the-pocket groove, while the common explanation of the Delta Blues is that these were ‘untrained’ musicians who may not have even been aware they were shaving off 30 BPM between stanza 1 and 2. Both of these opinions, in my opinion, are insultingly wrong. There is more to musical rhythm than groove, as fun as groove can be. And any assessment of blues musicianship that fails to account for its seismic effects in the lives of its listeners is worthless. No one who’s ever picked up a guitar could say that these are inferior musicians. We have to treat both Classical and Blues musicians as conceiving of rhythm in a different way, something more akin to rhetoric, where the ‘pulse’ of the song is affected by the musical arc.

It is sometimes said that in the Blues, the words are the most significant part. Gioia does not, I believe, discuss a single instrumental track in his book, and while I am not totally familiar with early Blues recordings, I think that’s because the overwhelming majority of recorded Blues tracks do indeed have lyrics. You could even go so far as to argue that in the early part of the 20th century, the lyrics are what differentiate the Blues from other genres, like Gospel. Gioia raised a very interesting point about how the same artists would often cut “Blues” and “Gospel” tracks at the same sessions, using the same musical structures, but there is a distinction maintained, at least some of the time, by the performers and listeners. In some cases the distinction is instrumental: guitars (the devil’s instrument) belong to the world of Blues and not Gospel, but more commonly the difference is lyrical. A blues song is one that is about blues-topics: rambling, drinking, sex, infidelity, while a gospel song is, you know, not about those things. This fact would seem to place a premium on the lyrics as a signature feature of the Blues.

…once again, though, this is something that makes total sense in the world of Classical Music. How many of our genres are strongly identified with the instruments used? What separates opera (traditionally seen as potentially sinful and shut down by religious authorities again and again) from oratorio> The musical form is identical to opera, but the subject matter differs.

Once again, though, the common explanations of these facts betray how much we listen not with our ears but through preconceived stereotypes. This is written about (not by Gioia, I hasten to add, but some of the sources he includes) as if blues musicians were simply being silly superstitious, and it is part of what newcomers to Classical music find vexing and whimsical about our vocabulary. Blues musicians must have been ignorant as to the musicological similarities; Classical musicians are simply utilizing a shibboleth probably to keep poor people away.

Well, in reality, why is anything differentiated from anything else? Why bother having vocabulary at all? Why call something a ‘stool’ — if you can sit on it, it’s a chair!

No, as I’ve written about before: technical vocabulary is a symbol of love, because we only bother differentiating what we care about.

I will say, though: the clear importance of the lyrics has allowed the Blues to be understood as a story-telling genre. In this I agree with the consensus. In the deep origins of the (unrecorded) blues, it might have even been more concerned with narrative. There are hints and written descriptions of longer ‘recitations’ with complex stories, and several 20th-century scholars have made the comparison with Homeric rhapsodes in Classical Greece. This had transitioned to something more condensed and lyrical by the advent of recording technology, rather as, well, post-7th-century Athens transitioned away from the epic and to lyric verse!

But this emphasis on expressive immediacy and direct, visceral storytelling is one of the best things about the Blues. I really don’t want the upshot of this post to be that, you know, all musical genres are pretty much the same, and Classical + Blues do basically the same things in all the same ways. Of course not. I think a lot of the crucial musical ‘core’ is more similar than many would think at first, but the differences do matter. Of course they do. The directness of Blues is a real asset of the genre for which there is not an equivalent parallel just anywhere else.

Having said that, when I was reading Gioia’s book, I found myself frequently making comparisons with bel canto. In the history of opera—right? you can draw out a conversation had across the 19th century within which one of the topics is ‘how should the singer express difficult emotions?’ Some things are relatively easy. Joy, serenity, wistfulness, love…the ‘muscular classicism’ of Rossini was already equipped to handle all that. But what about rage, heartbreak, fear, malice? Sure, there are composers who get it totally right (Don Giovanni and Zauberflote contain two very famous 18th-century examples!) but someone like, again, Rossini, kind of struggles here. His own defense—because he was pretty aware of this—was that the singing should always be a certain way: it should always be beautiful. Whatever the character may be feeling, the music itself must be beautiful. This, though, is partly why Rossini’s more serious operas have struggled to gain a foothold in the repertory today. The music is unfailingly pretty and gentle no matter what the characters are experiencing. A great singer can, of course, help, but this is a choice that strikes many (most?) modern listeners as a little curious, and without training yourself, without allowing for stylistic differences, you might find yourself struggling to stay invested.

One can solve this problem in many different ways; I could do a whole essay on how writers like Bellini handled the tension, for instance. But when you get to, say, Verdi: did you know that one of the criticisms Verdi was constantly subjected to was that his operas had too much ‘intentional ugliness’ where characters ‘yelled’ at each other, and argued, and got too carried away? Verdi, we’re talking about! Just goes to show that the average attendee of an Italian opera in 1850 would have been spontaneously incinerated by Elektra.

At any rate—this is the point I was coming to. The arc of the 19th and 20th century in opera is partially about how to ‘compose pain’. Think about the barking and chromaticism in Gotterdammerung, think about the squelching, de-railed final chords in Salome, think about Reimann’s howling, anguished Lear. It is, again, a genuinely impressive asset that the Blues figured this out quicker and, I think, more inherently. A modern listener would need a bit more buy-in to ‘hear’ (I think) the characters’ inner emotions in Traviata. But I defy anyone to listen to Hard Time Killing Floor Blues and not feel in their gut exactly what James is trying to convey to you.

…Well, except, I have the privilege of writing all this as someone whose popular musical language has as its absolute groundwater, the Delta Blues. I’d be fascinated to hear from a listener from China, or Tuvalu, or Iran, if this is quite so ‘inherent’ as I’m claiming! I could be wildly off base here.

I’m always frightened of wasting peoples’ time in these essays. Is it actually interesting or productive to anybody else to look at the Delta Blues as one possible ‘solution’ to the debates had by Bel Canto opera composers and audiences? Is it a good way to think about a slide guitar solo as having rhetoric as does a sonata? Or is this all ‘flattening’, is it a lazy way to treat the music produced by two very different cultures as if they were merely two different attempts at doing the same sort of thing, like a Middle Kingdom Osiris and Feininger’s Sailboats as two examples of this nebulous thing called ‘art’?

Is it merely obvious to view the stylistic features of blues as a musical language—or is this still reserved for ‘art’ music and not attributed to ‘folk’ music?

I am reminded of a quote usually attributed to Louis Armstrong, although also, interestingly for us, sometimes attributed to Delta Blues legend Big Bill Broonzy. “All music is folk music: I ain't never heard no horse sing a song”. Or as Armstrong/Broonzy’s distant predecessor, the Roman playwright Terence, put it, homo sum, humani nil a me alienum puto. “I am human; I consider nothing human to be alien to me.” All music may not exist in the same social conventions, but it is, at the end of the day, human-self-expression-in-sound.

Sweet Home Chicago is not a failed attempt at Schubertian lied, but neither is Donizetti a less-effective version of Son House. However, I like to think that in a perfect world representatives from even these most distant genres would find a ‘surprising amount’ of common ground between them.

Whatever that means, exactly, I guess is up to you.

75th post! For about a year and a half, every Sunday, in my current timezone anyways, I’ve shared a post here on …And In the Scherzo… . Hopefully I’ve introduced you to a few albums, composers, styles, or artists, the occasional interesting idea, or something fun in your email inbox. But I’m always wondering, what do you, my readers, actually want?

Well, I’ve been asking. For the past month or so I’ve made half a dozen pleas for questions, and I have five.

Without further ado, here is… the first ever …And In the Scherzo… Q&A!

Question #1 : Devastating Drop Kicks

Michael (longtime friend) asks:

Which composer would deliver the most devastating drop kick?

Interesting question, Michael! I, of course, do not know the answer to this, but it gets at a kind of interesting idea about artists and their bodies. I think I’m safe in saying that this goes back about as far as it can: there is, for instance, Ancient Greek tropes that depict poets like Homer as blind (a lack of physical sight compensated by special poetic insight) and Sophocles as physically perfect and handsome (thus able to write his ‘perfect’ plays). In the world of music you do this dichotomy as well, although perhaps less so before the Romantic era. Once you start hitting the early 19th century, writers will discuss ad nauseum the physical appearance of Paganini (devilishly tall and pale, etc.) Liszt (much the same, actually) and other musicians as part of their allure. Sometimes, the inverse happens. More than one contemporary writer expressed shock that someone as ugly as Beethoven was able to write such beautiful music (see below). This, however, gets into the problem of how we even know what pre-photography composers actually looked like, since portraits were often idealized. Beethovens other portraits definitely seem to smooth him over (at least by reference to the written record), and it’s no surprise that those portraits still appear on album covers and so on.

In the 1830s and 40s, as I read in Chopin’s Piano by Paul Kildea, there was a genuine concern that listening to Chopin’s music would make you frail, effeminate, and ill, just the way they perceived the composer himself to be. And that had an effect on how Chopin was played, until we got far away enough from his life to develop an alternate tradition of a “muscular” Chopin.

So I think this question is really interesting. Does powerful music imply or suggest physical prowess? Of course not, not at all, in fact: yet, it’s weirdly easy to imagine Rachmaninoff beating someone up and much, much harder to imagine Mendelssohn as an athlete: and yet, a cursory skim of their biographies turns up basically nothing athletic in Rachmaninoff’s hobbies, whereas Mendelssohn was actually famous for his swimming, running, gymnastics, and horse riding. You can’t always trust the music.

I’ll throw JS Bach in the ring, here, as one of the only composers I know who was imprisoned for assault, after getting into a fight with an oboist. That’s gotta count for something.

In the end, my nomination, I think, is Charles Ives, captain of football (and baseball) at Yale, and someone whose non-musical writings are stuffed to the brim with vigor, vim, and vitriol. He famously derided 75% of composers as insufficiently ‘manly’.

I kinda hate that, I hate his whole approach to thinking about music, but I cannot deny that I love the music, and, I suspect, that if you dropped all the big-name composers in an arena-style cage match, Ives just might come out on top.

Question #2 & 3 : The Correctness of the Canon

Renildo Rodrigues (longtime subscriber) asks:

Is there a composer in the “mainstream” classical canon (Bach to Bartók, maybe?) you think is way overrated?

Is there also a seriously underrated one?

These are really interesting questions, Renildo—thanks so much! One of the things we have to disambiguate first is “whose canon do we mean?”

One of the key things about Classical Music is that there is that probably 90+% of classical listeners don’t actually listen to that much of it: it’s an occasional thing to, like, help with sleep or improve focus at work. The hardcore fans, like myself & probably most readers of this Substack, are thus a small proportion of people who listen to Classical Music, and yet we account for a lot of what gets produced about the genre.

I’m explaining this in an overly-complex way, I think, I imagine most people have an intuitive grasp of what I mean. Take Pachelbel, for a second. Is Pachelbel overrated or underrated within the canon? Well…both, I think. At 2.5 million monthly listens on Spotify, he’s around the level Ravel, Bizet, Verdi, Puccini, Rachmaninoff, Sibelius, and ahead of Shostakovich, CPE Bach, Rimsky-Korsakov, Wagner, Mahler, Rossini. This is, on the one hand, an unbelievably insane overrating of a 2nd rate baroque composer. HOWEVER, having said all that, once you discount the dreaded Canon in D, Pachelbel is referenced extremely rarely among us diehard listeners, and I sort of think that’s a shame. His organ works are really lovely and inventive: he obviously bears a resemblance to Bach, but, coming earlier, I think there’s a bit more dissonance and spice in there that make him feel almost modern. And the Hexachordum Apollinis is a super cool set of keyboard variations which I think deserve to be heard and enjoyed by any fan of baroque music. But I see relatively few discussions of Pachelbel, he isn’t discussed or programmed quite as much as, in my view, he deserves. I go to every organ recital I can get my hands on and I’ve actually never heard any—I’ve heard scads of Bach, Buxtehude, even Bruhns and Bohm, but never Pachelbel.

So, is he overrated or underrated? Yeah, both, I kind of both. Johann Pachelbel exists in a quantum superposition of being both over- and under- rated.

I propose that actually a lot of composers sort of exist in that space. Let’s take Bach, actually—I’m not trying to pick on German baroque people, it’s just. Bach gets a lot of love from fairly casual fans who talk as if contrapuntal writing is a unique feature of Bach’s intellect. The things they enjoy about the music they’d actually also enjoy out of zillions of other people. But wait—does that make Bach overrated? Mozart gets this even worse: oh my God, does he ever. You see people listening to, like Violin Sonata No. 1 in C Major (K. 6) written when Mozart was 6 years old and being like “Wow…the harmonies…the balance…Mozart is a GOD” and like, I don’t know, maybe I’m being unfair, but I think a lot of those early works are sorta Pleasant Background music. Can I, though, actually argue that Mozart is overrated? He certainly gets some very hyperbolic praise.

I don’t think I can. Ultimately, I too deeply love all of this music.

So, alright, for the sake of convenience, let’s take this random top list of “100 greatest classical composers” because it’s been voted on, so. Why not? And I’ll look for people that I think are too high/low for their spot?

I find Tchaikovsky at #4 a little surprising. It’s not that I don’t understand the appeal of the ballets, Symphonies 4-6, and, uh I guess the first Piano Concerto, but… I feel like he’d be lower in my stack, personally. Still high-is, though, I promise! I just find a lot of other romantic composers about as compelling. Satie, on the other hand, is a composer I acknowledge to be very important, but I could go a year in between listening to his music, given that there’s not very much of I, and the good bits probably fit within a half hour. I’m not sure he’d appear in my top 100 list.

But, alright, the purpose of this is to be a hater, so I’ll say that I find, absorbing, as I do, mostly anglophone classical music media, I feel like there is a ginormous bias towards English composers of very little distinction. Every week I see things about Elgar, Bax, Bridge, Vaughan Williams, Walton… and I keep trying, I promise I do! I just have never heard an Edward Elgar disc I really enjoyed. Maybe that’s on me. I might easily get there eventually! I thought Schumann was ‘fine’ but didn’t need to show up in every recital disk, until earlier this year, when I suddenly went, “Wow, I love Schumann now”. So, who knows? But that’s my pick.

Underrated, then, is more fun. You specified in your question “in the ‘mainstream’ classical canon” — otherwise, of course, there are TONS of super underrated composers in those eras, enough to support several indie labels!

So, looking at that top 100 list, people on the lower end of the scale that would be much higher up for me include:

• Alban Berg (86)

• Francois Couperin (85) & Jean-Philippe Rameau (69)

• Jules Massenet (84) & Charles Gounod (78)

• Vincenzo Bellini (79) & Gaetano Donizetti (67)

• Olivier Messiaen (76)

• Benjamin Britten (62)

• Cesar Franck (61)

However, I would find it hard to argue that some of these are actually underrated in the real world.

So, okay, at the end of the day, I think I will go with, as my overall underrated “canon” pick, Jules Massenet. He wrote all different kinds of operas in different styles with just gorgeous, lyrical writing for the voice, colorful orchestration, a strong theatrical sense...and then there’s his non operatic writing, which is sort of slowly being rediscovered. I love Massenet, and there just aren’t enough recordings of him out there, I think.

That’s as good an answer as any, I think.

Question #4 : Appealing Avant-garde Art

Steve Hicken (longtime subscriber) asks:

Is there any post-WW2 avant-garde music that you dig?

This is such a stimulating question that I more or less had to turn it into its own post. Sort of. Either way, thanks very much, Steve!

I think the main difficulty here is “what do you consider avant-garde” exactly? I think the case can be made for these composers—at least, I found most of ‘em on Wikipedia’s “avant-garde music” list, but…

Anyways, here are my favorite post-1945 avant-garde composers and a few representative works. Not definitive. I know the minimalist school sometimes gets included, but to me they’re something very different. Arranged more or less in ascending order (i.e. later is closer to my heart):

• Leonardo Balada, 6 Symphonies

• Kate Soper— I did a post about her Romance of the Rose!

• George Crumb, Black Angels, Makrokosmos…

• Bruno Maderna, I loved his requiem and a few other things, I think.

• Luigi Nono, Intolleranza 1960

• Giacinto Scelsi, only heard the occasional piece, but, you know. Super super cool.

• Hans Werner Henze, so many things— Boulevard Solitude, Elegy for Young Lovers, Bassarids, Junge Lord, Floss Der Medusa…

• Krystof Penderecki, I know the Threnody is a cliche, but, damn, for good reason!

• Luciano Berio, Piano Sonata, some of the Sequence

• Pierre Boulez, I mentioned loving Marteau sans Maitre in my post!

• Claude Vivier, Zipangu especially was my first love among spectral music

• Luigi Dallapiccola, everything but especially Ulisse and Il Prigioniero

• Harrison Birtwistle, all the operas are highly recommended! Mask of Orpheus blew my mind.

• Olivier Messiaen, Saint Francois, Des Canyons…, Pentecost Mass/Organ Book.

• Galina Ustvolskaya, my second-ever post here was about how much I love her (especially piano) music

• Toru Takemitsu, everything: the chamber music, orchestral music…

Question #5 : More to Modernism?

Kubi (person I love very much) asks:

Beyond Schoenberg and beyond serialism- is there more to the modernist turn?

Wonderful question, Kubi, and one I think about a lot myself! I hope I’m getting at the heart of the question if I slightly paraphrase it to read “What is modernism in music”? Can we fit all the trends and developments in art music during the period 1860-1945 into various camps of ‘modernist’ tendencies? In painting, one can talk about, for example, impressionism, fauvism, cubism, expressionism, surrealism, and you can kind of understand the links between the movements: the influences, disagreements, etc. But you can see that all of these are distinct from romantic landscapes or academic history painting. It’s clear what Modernism is reacting to.

This is a lot harder to do in Classical Music. For one thing, we tend to use the term “romantic” as a loose synonym for “tonal but not rigorously structured” (I’ve written about this before), which sort of implies that all tonal music not composed like a Haydn symphony belongs to the 19th century. As such, you’ll find “late Romantic” as a descriptor that creeps later and later and embraces composers in wildly distinct idioms. “Late Romantic” is a term that has some utility, as in, it means and expresses something, but it’s also a dangerous one. Then there’s the term Neoclassical, which, again, has the result of understanding a bunch of interesting 20th-century music as essentially “nostalgic” or out of its time. Actually, a fresh look at ancient and classical art was a vital feature of ALL modernists, but you don’t see people acting as if Picasso was merely an out-of-place Minoan.

Peter Gay’s Modernism, as I mentioned in a previous article, really understands Modernist music to mean the 2nd Viennese School with a few other peripheral figures. But Gay’s definition of Modernism as a movement, one that begins in mid-19th-century France, kind of implies that modernism is a feature of many, many, many more composers.

I, like you, love Modernism. I count the modernist authors and poets as my favorite artists in the literary world, and some of the most formative to me as a person. As such, you can treat this all as motivated thinking, but I think that a lot of Late Romanticism is actually Modernism in Music, and some of the other tonal composers of the 20th century can be understood productively in light of literary and artistic Modernism.

So. Gay’s Modernism works something like this:

• Phase #1: A reaction against Bourgeois conservative culture in Second Republic France (Baudelaire, Flaubert)

• Phase #2: Which develops into a sort of Bohemian movement… (Monet, Renoir)

• Phase #3: Which develops into an obsession with novelty… (Picasso, Kandinsky)

• Phase #4: Embracing increasingly absurd and unconventional means… (Joyce, Duchamp)

• Phase #5: And reacting to the horrors of World War 1… (Hemingway, Eliot)

• Phase #6: Until, eventually, it starts to collapse with artists reverting, renouncing, and recanting their work — the rise of Pop Art and, indeed, pop culture, inaugurate a new era best answered by Postmodernism.

I’m paraphrasing very loosely, I understand these generalizations open me up to a lot of criticism.

The point, though, is that I believe it is eminently reasonable to consider many composers associated with Romanticism as genuine literary Modernists.

Or, let’s look at it this way. There is a link, almost a familial link, from Haydn to Beethoven; from Beethoven to Berlioz; from Berlioz to Wagner; from Wagner to Strauss (R.); from Strauss to Mahler; from Mahler to Schoenberg.

Where in the chain can we split the Modernists from the Romantics? It’s going to be arbitrary, but I think with Wagner. Berlioz is almost a good candidate, with his unconventional masterpiece about taking drugs and so on: but the Fantastique is an exception and the majority of his music is so Romantic as to be almost paradigmatic: Shakespeare, Virgil, romantic love, suicide, massive funerals… it’s great stuff, of course, but you could pair it with Caspar David Friedrich, and that’s really my litmus test for Romanticism.

Wagner is a bit different. His stories are so shockingly unique and original, his music so unlike all of his contemporaries, his philosophy so idiosyncratic—no, I don’t mean the antisemitism here, although, you know, he had that in spades. If Tristan, with its Freud-before-Freud psychology, sensuality, and dissonance, is not in the same world as Portrait of the Artist, Sons and Lovers, and so on, then, no composer is.

(*Liszt is an interesting edge-case here, undeniably romantic in his early output, but pushing towards what I would consider artistic Modernism later in his career).

Here’s my kind of brief attempt at categorizing the Modernist impulses in art and how they appear in music. Note that these are really ideological categories, not necessarily musicological.

Musical Modernism Families and Camps:

1. Primary Modernist School: Strauss, Mahler, Hindemith, Zemlinsky —> Berg, Schoenberg, Webern but also Bartok, Ives, Shostakovich perhaps.

   1. Lineage: via Wagner, this is what I would consider the most easily understandable version of Modernism from a literary perspective. With Strauss, you have the incorporation of Nietzsche and a sort of ironic, deflationary attitude towards traditional forms and stories. In his operas—yes, even the comedies— there is a meta-theatrical game and an autobiographical quality that is fresh, unexpected, and very, very un-19th century. I think Mahler is best understood as his successor, shockingly, unflinchingly honest about himself, and it’s a short hop to Hindemith with his masturbating nuns and so on. These were the composers whence the atonalists and Co., but early Schoenberg will prove how indebted they are to Strauss and Mahler. People like Ives and Shostakovich embrace music in an encyclopedic, referential way—a sort of ‘collage’ that I argue was first done by Strauss and Mahler, and is a hallmark of Modernist art.

   2. What happened to them after Modernism? Well, I think this was the subject of my last post. All those guys trained by Schoenberg found their way into the associated network of the Darmstadt School, which comprised the “Postmodern” avant-garde.

2. Expressionist School: Scriabin, Sibelius, Varese,…

   1. Lineage: Via Bruckner, actually. Bruckner is not really a Modernist, but his extremes of feeling, obsessive repetition, and idiosyncratic style certainly made him unpalatable to his contemporaries. You might almost compare him to Kafka. The musical expressionists, then, are typified by Scriabin, but I’d argue that this is a productive way of looking at lots of writers towards the start of the 20th century whose ideas were this intense. Music had always been linked with religion, but music as religion is Modernist.

   2. What happened to them after Modernism? I think a lot of the great late-20th century Nordic symphonists come from them— Pettersson, Rautavaara, Langgaard.

3. Psychological School: Janacek, Mascagni, Puccini

   1. Lineage: What is so often called “Verismo” is, in my opinion, a form of Modernism. Just as Stream of Consciousness as a technique aimed at shining a light on all the difficult, complex, contradictory, and seedy aspects of human consciousness, well, so does Verismo opera. I really see the first blow here as being struck by Bizet maybe following one or two specific moments in Verdi. But Carmen is gritty, erotic, and narratively fresh. I really believe that the frequent insistence that Puccini & co. are “the dying gasp of romanticism” is because people fundamentally do not like attributing cutting-edge art to the Italians. La Boheme is of a piece with the 1890s literary productions.

   2. What happened to them after Modernism? I think this is the school that produced Britten, Menotti, and a few of the other great operas of the 20th century.

4. Impressionist School: Debussy, Ravel, Mompou

   1. Lineage: via Satie, of course, who really belongs in the world of Monet: a total eccentric. These composers were obviously cutting edge in, again, a very particular way. Ravel’s Tombeau de Couperin is a kind of companion piece to the Wasteland, and, frankly, works in a similar way.

   2. What happened to them after Modernism? — via Messiaen and Boulez, I think this gets folded into camp (1).

5. Jazz Art School: Milhaud, Villa-Lobos, Gershwin, Schulhoff (deserves a lot more love, imo)

   1. Lineage: One of the big movements within American Modernism, of course, comes from the Harlem Renaissance. Europe didn’t quite have the same thing, but there is certainly in this era an increased awareness and interest in other races and cultures. This is tricky to analyze as pure Modernism, of course, because probably the main feature of musical Romanticism is this interest in ‘the volk’ — but what I’m calling “Jazz Art” is the much more radical interest in the art, culture, and music produced by non-white people. Again, the tendency of people to view this as not-modernist, and as a continuation of what, like, Rimsky-Korsakov was doing with Russian church music, I believe are totally misguided.

   2. What happened to them after Modernism? I wish I knew! There are still composers who flirt with jazz, but I feel in some ways that this has eventually morphed into the vastly less interesting ‘composer who is interested in pop music’ and writes, like, a concerto based on the Beatles.

I hope this gets at the question, my thanks & much love for asking it, Kubi!

Question #6 : Super Soundtracks?

Martin Driver (longtime subscriber) asks:

In the landscape of “modern classical music” what are your thoughts on soundtracks (movies, gaming, TV all in scope)? Are there fascinating and original composers toiling unrecognised in the background of RPGs or is it all derivative and shortly to be replaced by AI?

This is an excellent question which I’m sorry to say is going to defeat me a little bit. I’m sure there are great soundtrack writers out there, but my attempts to get into it have not yielded much that I’ve connected with on a personal level. The skill is evident, but somehow I just don’t “get” it — maybe things would be different if I watched more films (I really barely see any) and was more able to associate the music with the story and characters.

There are two related arguments in favor of “fascinating and original” soundtrack work being done. The first is that ‘incidental music’ was already an established genre in classical music. You inevitably know some of those: Peer Gynt by Grieg, Mendelssohn’s Midsummer Night’s Dream. Soundtracking is really no different, conceptually, than incidental music, and if it was an occasion for genius then, it should be now. The second argument is one related to actual the actual genealogies of Hollywood composers. A good handful of them were German composers who came of age in the early 20th century and were thus trained in the styles of Wagner, Strauss, Buckner, etc., and emigrated to the US to escape the rise of Naziism. I think the legacy of this survives in John Williams, who, well into the 21st century, basically thinks about music in terms of Bruckner and Holst. By the way, I’m coming to games in a second—I think we have to start with movies, for these reasons!

Things are a little different in Russia, of course, but once again you have the highest tier of art-music composers writing for films (Shostakovich, anyone?)

Having said all that. I find these bizarrely hard to listen to and enjoy. I really have tried! I listened to Williams, Shore, North, Korngold, Morricone… and most of the time I really like what they did outside of the scores, but I find it hard to get into the scores themselves.

I don’t say it’ll never happen. This year I listened to an immensely recommendable album called The Sound of Adventure by City Light Symphony Orchestra that felt really as close as I’ve ever been to loving film soundtracks. Part of the genius lay in the arrangements they used, which felt a bit more “complete” rather than “a minute here, a minute there”, which sometimes makes for a choppy listening experience. But anyone who wants to hear great orchestral writing in a film context, I think you should start here!

Games I have to say I know even less about, I’ve played like 1.5 games in my life. I foresee one slight problem, which is that, in film, you can synchronize music to plot, but this is more difficult in games, because the timing of things is largely up to the player. This is, I think, reflected, in what I’ve heard of game soundtracks, which tend to be a bit repetitive. Now, there are things like cutscenes of course, but how long are these, most of the time, anyway? So, all of this is to say, I am forever being told to listen to video game soundtracks by some friend or other, especially ones that use orchestral effects, and it’s never moved the needle for me.

But, again, that’s not to say it isn’t skillful for what it is! I’m sure it is! And I’m sure within the experience of playing the game, it hits harder— actually, maybe we can make a comparison to the Strausses. Straussi. See, I kind of prefer that actually. I mean the Strauss family as opposed to Richard, but let’s call them the Straussi. The Straussi wrote dances, right, as in, functional dances that you are intended to dance to. Mostly waltzes, but also polkas and marches and a few other bits and bobs. I don’t generally find that I want to listen to these all that much as a Pure Listening Experience (tm), maybe… 2 albums per year? Could probably do 1. And it isn’t that I think they’re bad, I think they were very good at what they did, but I don’t often find myself able to actually waltz with anyone.

It makes me, like, a little sad when the ClassicFM yearly poll is slowly filled with video game soundtracks, just because I pull them up and try to listen and they’re, like, not that good or interesting, but it’s easy to understand that the game itself is supplying a lot of the emotional resonance and experience. I can’t really fault that. I do think it’s valid.

And nobody—nobody who does anything should be replaced by AI.

So, those are all the questions I received— I’d love to “pull a Zizek” (so named after that viral tweet), and ask myself a bunch of extra questions, but, I feel like we probably did enough for today.

There you are! 6 questions answered, I hope in a relatively thought-provoking way. Please feel free to chime in with your answers to any of these questions, which I’m certain will be different from mine. But that’s half the fun, isn’t it?

Thanks for 75 weeks of …And in the Scherzo… here’s to the next 75 at least!

Next week, June 21, I’ll post my Q & A for a 75th-post-special. So far I got 5 solid questions, and would be thrilled to do quite a bit more. So, ask anything!

I’m going to like postmodern classical music, or I’ll die trying.

…No, sorry, that’s a joke. But sometimes it feels that way. I want to get the avant-garde, but so far it remains elusive. Here, I want to think about ‘why’, and I want to do my best, publicly, to try to love some of it.

Today’s is really a follow-up post to my defense of the atonalists + Elizabeth Lutyens, seen here:

Maybe that’s where to start. After all, what are “Postmodern” composers? It’s not a term used by many people in the music world, really. “Postmodern” is, at least to me, largely a literary construct. The composers I’m referring to today— Cage, Boulez, Stockhausen, Xenakis, Berio— are usually called all manner of things other than postmodern, and the term ‘postmodern’ itself sometimes applied to people like Part or John Adams. I’ve used the term “Darmstadt School” loosely before—inaccuracies and all—it sot of gets at the grouping I mean without including other, more accessible composers who might be interested in postmodern ideas.

Because, don’t get me wrong, I love contemporary Classical Composers, and some of em certainly have some original ideas. But I suppose if I like the Higdon, Adès, Shaw school, few people would call that avant-garde.

What I mean, what I’m trying to describe, might be just called “the avant-garde since World War 2” but even that is sort of insufficient— one listener’s avant-garde is not another’s. I’m sure someone will tell me that Berio doesn’t really count because people like him (I like him!) or that the true musical avant-garde is Rufus Theodor Schmerzligkeit (1929-1986) who composed 1 unrecorded work called Wartzen und Schwellungen that lasts for 47 hours, because, you know, that’s kinda how it all works.

Let’s lay aside questions of terminology because I largely think it isn’t all that interesting. What I mean for this essay is this: “modernist” composers include 12-tone serials, and “postmodern/postmodernist” composers are “the avant-garde roughly since WW2”, the kinds of composers in a sort of family-relationship with Cage, Boulez, Stockhausen, Boulez, Xenakis, Berio.

Okay.

I don’t know if I’ve ever considered myself a particularly ‘avant-garde’ listener. I think my tastes in books, and possibly even art (painting/sculpture) are more experimental. And this upsets me, in a way, because I do try to be an adventurous listener. I try to give everything a fair chance: And what is more, I try to keep returning to things if they don’t ‘gel’ with me at first. Many are the styles/composers/works who did nothing for me at first listen, but after repeated effort and an attempt to understand, I ‘got’ it. The first time I listened to Mahler, I found it almost unlistenably loud and overbearing; today he is my favorite composer and I will go far out of my way to hear him live. Etc.

So, perhaps the most fair thing is to say that the Postmodern composers are still in this camp— I haven’t yet got them to ‘click’.

That gives me very little authority to write this post, but I guess that’s the point. I want to try to diagnose why I don’t love this music, and I want to try to change that, if I can. After all, plenty of other people do. Yes, they really do. Sometimes people say that this music is inherently unlovable: that isn’t the ‘point’, it’s academic brain-music, not heart-music. And yet there are people, including people I know, who actually love the way this music sounds and works and is. Why shouldn’t I be among them?

I suppose I’m also interested in this because I want to believe that our musical tastes are malleable. I have some evidence that it is for me. But infinitely plastic, or just somewhat fluid? That’s the question.

I will confess that I also ‘feel’ like there is a moral and perhaps even a political component to all this. Stating it out loud makes it all feel rather silly, but, you must sort of know what I mean—right? The avant-garde is, literally, progressive art, and even if not every avant-garde composer displayed progressive tendencies, it’s not really a coincidence that it shares a term with the political left. Isn’t there an at least political tension between wanting, and believing in, a ‘new’ society unlike the past, and listening to the music produced by those societies? I want to say no, of course there isn’t, but to the extent that I do not like postmodern music a lot of my bedfellows seem to be people whose political views I do not share. To be able to embrace dissonance in music could be thought of as an embrace of radical alterity, to find dissonance unpleasant feels almost as though one requires a sort of intellectual homogeneity.

Only, that’s not entirely fair, is it? Because to the, I don’t know, 96% of the world who do not listen to Classical Music at all, the point is a completely moot one. Most of the kind, all-embracing people I know do not listen to ANY form of Classical Music, but if I were to play Xenakis for them, I think most of them would go, “Uh, could you turn that off please? I’m trying to listen to Sabrina Carpenter”. Right? Because most people listen to pop: ergo most good people listen to pop, pop is relatively free from melodic or structural dissonance, so this perceived link has to kind of be a fallacy.

The position I have arrived at is the classic (one might almost say cliched) “respect/love” dichotomy. If I can respect Cage, I do not need to love Cage: because respect is an intellectual acknowledgment whereas love is de gustibus.

Okay, fine. I don’t think there are any musicians I don’t respect, because, making art is the most worthy pursuit I know. Okay, alright, I don’t have respect for a lot of the 2020s “bro country” musicians, if I’m being totally confessional here. The Morgan Wallen sound— whoever did that unimaginably bad Applebees song. I don’t respect them because I don’t see what they do as musicmaking so much as lazily culturally signifying in order to collect a paycheck. Maybe this is unfair of me and I owe them more respect, but that’s a question for another day.

So, yes, without question I respect Cage, Berio, Boulez, Xenakis, Stockhausen. I’ve listened to a good handful of albums each, and I do not, at least today, say, “eww this sucks”, I say “Hm, okay. Neat. Kinda wish I had a melody or a chord or something…” or, sometimes, “Yeah, I get it. Mm hm. How much time is left on this one?”

And…I dislike that! I feel like the listening equivalent of someone who picks up Thomas Pynchon and goes “But what is the plot?” If I can love Borges, Calvino, Wallace, Barth, and Basquiat, Rothko, Ashberry, Bok — why can’t I do the same in music?

So, maybe I can. After all, literature is something I studied at school. Probably if you had dropped The Crying of Lot 49 into my hands at age 15 I would have gone “???”. Let’s see if I can train myself and develop more of a taste for this genre.

The names I’ve been using as a sort of proxy for this style have been, once more: Cage, Berio, Boulez, Xenakis, Stockhausen. Why not go for one piece by each composer, just one. Aiming for like, ca. 10 minutes or so. And let’s try, really, genuinely try to love them.

On the Classical Music subreddit, the question “Where to start with John Cage’s work” was answered with ‘“In a Landscape” definitely’, so, that’s the first one. For Luciano Berio, “Sequenza IV” seems to strike a good balance of popularity and not-being-a-pastiche (as are some of his popular pieces). Boulez I remember actually liking Marteau (but it’s too long here) and Piano Sonata 2 (but that would add too many works for piano solo) so, the reasonable choice seems like Éclat for 15 instruments. Xenakis is famous for Metastaseis, which I’ve heard before, but can’t really remember. Let’s add it to the list. And then Stockhausen, whom I know probably less well than the other 4… well. A lot of his works seem to be rather massive. I’ve found a clip of Sternklang, which over people seem to like, so that’s #5. Oh, yeah, just “Kombination 13” because like seemingly all of his works, it’s 3 hours long. All set. Links below.

It may be the case that some of these are not your preferred performance of the works. But as I’ve written previously— performance questions are usually best handled after you become familiar with the works, and I am not familiar with any of these. At all. So for now, let’s just try to get to know the music.

We begin with Cage. My main exposure to Cage is his “Sonatas and Interludes for Prepared Piano” which I thought was a kind of interesting concept that dragged for me. I was actually unfamiliar with his more harmonically ‘regular’ minimalism, as in “In a Landscape”. The work is a tribute to Satie’s Furniture Music, but I actually think Cage does it better than Satie: it’s not entirely forgettable, there are interesting little rhetorical flourishes, and enough distinct patterns that the repetition and layers actually does something cool. I do have to say I was shocked to hear something so memorable and accessible by one of these composers—but I did find myself fading out a little after the midpoint, when we stop introducing new ideas. I am not a minimalist. Also, hysterically, YouTube decided to plop 2 different ads in this 10-minute piano piece which ruins Cage’s effect, but I do not hold that against him.

But, no, no, that’s not the point. Of course I respect it. Can I love it? Let me listen a second time, off YouTube.

…Yes, sure, I think so? There’s a famous quote apocryphally attributed to Saint-Saens that goes like, “anyone who cannot appreciate simple chords played well does not really like music” or something. There’s some merit there. The notes, the patterns here are well-arranged, sure. It’s lovely, but I think I hear minimalism as something other than music, a sort of guided-meditation background. And I don’t really like to meditate. Maybe that’s the problem.

The bass chords that come in at 8:25 are good. I’m glad I heard this piece, and it made me curious about giving Cage another look. I’m counting that as a success.

17 years later, Berio wrote Sequenza IV. I listened to all Sequenzae at one point, and this is sort of how I remember them: ‘cool’ as long as you sustain your attention, but if you start to waver, they come across as totally random. Not for nothing are the Darmstadt composers sometimes called the “random bleeps and crashes” school. I have a complex relationship with Berio. Some of his stuff I really love— but it’s hard to understand.

So, let’s assume that Sequenza IV is defeating me musicologically. I have, recall, no training at all— so when I read that this piece, for example, contains

(1) "resonant" chords made by superposing two major, minor, augmented, diminished triads (sometimes with an added seventh or ninth), to form basically "harmonic" structures, and (2) "anti-resonant" or "noisy" chords based on chromatic relationships and containing a large number of seconds and fourths (…) These chords are progressively horizontalised, creating "a syntactic flux between structurally opposite and intermediate constituents"

you can take it as read that there is not a single 4-word streak in there that I understand.

And maybe this is a broader problem with Postmodernism in general. It is the era of complexity—right? It is defined in literature by the knowing allusion. Berio’s musical vocabulary looks to me like abstract algebra, but Pynchon’s footnotes would look like a graduate seminar in history. People have railed against this but I think it’s better to just accept that it’s a style, and no style is illegitimate.

No, this one isn’t working. Let’s start it again and give it a second play. What I’m looking for, apparently, is two different “types” of chords that become ‘horizontalised’ (google: define: horizontalised) — well, okay, okay, a syntactic flux between opposites is the sort of ideal of sonata form. Is Sequenza IV a sort of secret sonata?

And what is Berio’s “personality”? I’ve always heard, in his ultra-capricious style, a sense of humor, but that might truly be a wild misunderstanding of this advanced academic approach. Art does not need to relate to a human emotion, but since a lot of it does, is it wrong to hear a sense of improvised play, or even restlessness here? In faceless music (he titled it Sequenza IV, recall), do we just hear ourselves, the way we ‘see’ ourselves in abstract art?

Then, I have to give Berio a win here. That thought alone felt so unexpected and rewarding, that I actually feel an attachment to Sequenza IV now. I’d go see a pianist play it at a recital. So…yes. I think I like it.

Boulez I’ve already enjoyed in the past, so I’m more relaxed going into this one. Éclat takes us from the piano to the piano + small ensemble, and I did this all semi-intentionally. Pianos, by their nature, are maybe more ‘pure’ — each key makes a specific tone, and there’s less room to get lost and confused.

At first, this one disappointed me. It was sort of hard to follow, and the instrument groupings are odd. About halfway through I decided to cheat and google the piece, and I found this description:

Boulez noted that the word "éclat" can mean "fragment," "explosion," and "reflections of light," and commented: "all these words have different meanings which can refer to the form of the music, to its content, and to its poetic expression."^[9] Accordingly, the sound world is characterized by nervous trills and frenetic activity that stand in contrast with suspended, dying resonances that fade into silence.^[10] The result is an atmosphere of "lightning brilliance, explosive force, and shimmering brightness."^[11]

Oh. Okay, okay. Postmodernism as a school likes silence (4’33 etc.) and I, perhaps, do not. I love music. I am at my happiest when things are genuinely éclat-ing it up, but here, as everywhere, we have these long silences, because, without silence, there is nothing to éclat against. I understand this in theory. But, those spots where the music becomes more or less continuous— like the last minute of this piece—were by far the moments where I felt the warmest towards it.

No. Okay. Re-start. Focus, Aidan! An explosion of light, right? I hear that. Don’t you? It’s fascinating: the Berio I understood (perhaps wrongly) with reference to myself, but here, I’m thinking about the pleasure of materials that reflect light. And this works. Music can make you see things: think of Mussorgsky’s Pictures. Once I’d had that thought, I couldn’t really hear Éclat any other way: light on glass, light on metal, light on stone, light off the coffee table, the lake, the wine glass. It almost made me laugh out loud.

The piece is perfect at doing that, and yet, there is an outward formal similarity with the Berio. I am relying, maybe, far too much on the title. What would happen if the titles had been switched? Would I have come to opposite conclusions, or, would the pieces themselves be less effective? Is it legitimate to consider a title as part of the work? I can’t really see why not…

Xenakis I’ve also listened to a lot of, but I’ve not yet heard something by him that I loved. He, to me, is the epitome of the cold academic composer, and I keep trying in part because I love the name Xenakis. His scores look cool. His works have fun titles. I would like to love some Xenakis. So let us see.

I can already tell that approaching the music in this way—wanting to like it—helps. I am certainly a fan of a big orchestral crescendo, and Xenakis gives us a bunch right at the start. So far, so good. Again, though, Xenakis’ description is unbelievably intellectual: Einstein, hyperbolic paraboloids, Le Corbusier, Fibonacci Sequence. The musicological analysis too I cannot make head or tails of. Let’s assume I don’t need to.

Metastasis has an obvious appeal to anyone who likes ‘harder-edged’ music. It’s loud, crushing, grinding, and industrial. Is it legitimate to like this music as a sort of proton-metal? Is it legitimate to find it, in other words, not ‘complex’ and intricate and mathematically expressive but exciting and cathartic? I have to think so. Let’s give it another spin for that first movement alone…

So far, this experiment’s gone vastly better than I could have predicted. I was a bit worried I’d be sending an article that was just “Aidan fails 5 separate times to enjoy music” but I think we’re sort of 4/4 heading into Stockhausen. Again, I have listened to him before, and I’ve never enjoyed him. But on this run, I’m cautiously optimistic.

Sternklang is obviously about the constellations. The concept of the piece involves 5 groups of musicians placed far apart, connected electronically. I believe there are synthesizers, voices, winds, and other instruments, and it’s got that sort of overtone-y sound.

Now, I like the stars. I like constellations. I think that helped. There is something constellationy about this music beyond the concept by which he composed. The long drone with flashes of sound—all the bright, rounded tones, too. Stockhausen varies the density, volume, and combination of instruments, so you don’t get the same thing over and over, although, I confess that I could probably not take 2.5 hours of it.

…but I could take this piece twice over, so that means something. Sternklang almost reminds me of jazz: the drones and flashes of late Coltrane. Less interest, but then, Coltrane was a once in a century genius. As a sort of composed-electronic-jazz, I think it’s tremendous fun, and puts you in that sort of quiet, awestruck state of listening to the night sky.

We began with Satie, we end with the ultra-romantic notion of music that evokes the sky at night. It must, on some level, be a failure to only enjoy something by relating it to something else. Great art stands by itself. Except that, no, of course that can’t be true: I’ve already said that Postmodernism is the movement of reference, allusion, pastiche, quotation. Maybe I’m really listening in the right spirit after all? All of these piece clicked into something enjoyable for me when I found the other, external thing I wanted to relate them to: but if that’s supposed to be a negative, it was old hat when they said it about Beethoven’s Pastoral, and, frankly, just as unconvincing then.

The remaining problem, then, is this. What does it mean to ‘love’ postmodern music? Should I want to put Cage on my driving playlist, or throw on Licht when I get home from work? If no—and I’m clearly not there—do I actually, really like this music? Or, I think I do, but not ‘as music’. When I think, for instance,

Now that that’s done, I’m going to go through some Donizetti on and I’m really looking forward to it.

…is this a sign of insincerity on my part? I hope not. I feel like I’ve proved at least to myself that I can have a positive emotional response to postmodern music through consciously associating it with other things. That is a delightful form of work, but it is work. It was tremendously stimulating brain exercise. Like doing an invigorating crossword or a sudoku: and I can say, in total seriousness, that I love both of those things. But after an hour, you know, that’s probably enough.

Forgive Us For
Ya Taali’een el-Jabal (Trad., arr. Jonathan Berger) - 2 '
Fólk fær andlit (Guðnadóttir) - 5 '
Chernobyl. The Harvest (Sadovska) - 4 movements - 25 '
2025 Phenotypic Recordings

Glorious Mahalia
Glorious Mahalia (Garrop) - 5 movements - 22 '
God Shall Wipe All Tears Away (Haskell) - 3 '
Peace Be Till (Watkins) - 5 movements - 26 '
2026 Smithsonian Folkways Recordings

When I think about Kronos Quartet, I am literally in awe.

That might sound a little over the top, but it’s true. An ensemble for whom over 1200 works have been written/dedicated, an ensemble McCalla calls “the most famous new music group in the world”, dozens of awards, millions of sales, working relationships with Adams (and Luther Adams), Pärt, Crumb, Gorecki, Reich, Glass, Riley, Saariaho, Vasks, Piazzolla, Golijov, and dozens of others. They’ve collaborated with Bollywood (RIP Asha Bhosle), Pat Metheny, Allen Ginsberg, David Bowie, Tom Waits, Paul McCartney, Bjork, Nelly Furtado, Faith No More, Frank Zappa, they’ve done Azerbaijani mugam, they have 3 Grammys… it is as complete and all-encompassing a musical life as I can imagine.

I mean, it’s crazy. If you’re reading this Substack, I’m certain you know who Kronos Quartet are, but, I don’t know, I always fantasize about …And in the Scherzo… falling into the hands of classical-newbies. Still. I don’t know if that’s particularly likely.

But yes, I am in awe of their universality and their vitality. Admittedly, it’s not the exact same people on every album, they have a, you know, one of these charts from Wikipedia, that sort of looks like one of those touring rock bands.

So, it’s kind of David Harrington’s thing, I guess.

I have not listened to every Kronos Quartet album. I’ve certainly heard Black Angels (which had inspired Kronos Quartet to form), their Philip Glass disc, Isaac the Blind, their Martynov, Saariaho, and then a couple of their recent works since I’ve gotten into contemporary music. A few others. I’ve ignored a lot of the soundtracks, because they don’t hold a lot of interest for me.

Here’s the point, though. Kronos Quartet are the prototype of the artist that I keep tabs on, and that’s kind of the mini essay reflection I wanted to write for this week.

(I don’t know if you, my reader, like that I do my posts that way. I’ve sort of been leaning to combining album reviews with slightly more general reflections about classical music. Is that good? bad? you tell me!)

Keeping tabs on. There’s a lot of Classical Music that gets recorded. As of right now I have a gigantic list of albums I’d like to check out, and sometimes I don’t manage to make much progress in the list because of the seductive allure of Old Favorites. So there really aren’t that many artists where I try to make a point of listening to whatever they come out with. Because I really don’t need to. It’s not like there’s only 1 pianist doing thoughtful, interesting repertory— there are dozens and dozens.

Even when I say, you know, “Ooh, I really love this singer’s voice, I want to see what else she records”, it just depends, it all depends.

Kronos Quartet I do, though, sort of try to ‘follow’, and have for the last 5-6 years. That’s not to say that I’ve liked everything they record, especially not at first. But this is the distinction I’m trying to draw. Kronos Quartet are inherently worth listening to because they always manage to find something fresh and ‘different’. So it is almost inevitable that some of what they do won’t be to your taste, but some of it will: and I’d argue that by carefully working your way through a couple Kronos Quartet albums, you will expand your musical palette. And have a fun time doing it!

Let’s start with Moondog: Songs & Symphoniques.

Moondog, born Louis Hardin, is one of those guys with one of those lives that could really only happen in the 20th century. He grew up in Kansas, Wyoming, and Missouri, but an experience of Native American music (the Arapaho specifically) essentially turned him into a musician. He settled in New York for 30 years, where he was nicknamed “The Viking of 6th Avenue” due to his beard and horned helmet. He invented instruments, including the Oo, the Ooo-ya-tsu, the hüs, the trimba, the dragon’s teeth, the utsu, etc, as well as developing a rhythm he called “snaketime” with “slithery rhythms”.

His emphasis on rhythm and repetition made him particularly influential to people like Glass and Reich, but it’s almost more interesting to hear the mix of influences in his music: certainly there is a minimalist component, but only in the sense that a lot of good poetry has. It’s so pared down, everything feels inevitable and as ‘correct’ as it should be.

What sometimes happens with things ‘like this’, though, is that I feel a disconnect between what the music feels like it wants to be, and the way it actually sounds. You kind of want this music to be ‘rougher’, and more approximate. Kronos Quartet and all of their astounding guests: including Rufus Wainwright, Petra Haden, and Jarvis Cocker (!) play very correctly. (I think this is partly why I struggle with a lot of recordings of Kurt Weill. I always want the music to have more of an edge).

On repeated listenings, though, this is such a quality album, and these miniatures: kind of ‘songs’, kind of ‘pieces’, kind of their own thing, each come across with a freshness and vibrancy. Listen to “Be a Hobo”, for example, with its syncopation and joy, or “Enough About Human Rights”, with its strange melody that seems like it just keeps increasing somehow. There’s a sense of magic to these works which I definitely didn’t get the first time around.

Kronos Quartet & friends have a knack for differentiating these pieces. Some are jazzy, some feel classical, some are more about the drums, some present the lyrics with a spotlight. You can hear the Native American influence, Latin music, pop, bebop—you can hear a bit of everything, if you want to. Occasionally you even get what feels like a genuinely improvised moment (The Viking of 6th Avenue, e.g.) and this sense of unpredictability actually makes it easier to grasp Moondog’s fundamental style.

I’ve said enough about this record, really, but the bottom line is just this tremendous sense of joy. Being able to do so many different styles, but within a style described as proto-minimalist requires quite a lot of top-of-the-line musicians to content themselves with playing very simply.

This is good music for people who like music, and as usual, I have to give Kronos credit for the ambition, taste, and artistry to pull off these incredible projects.

Forgive Us For is about as different as you could find in an album.

A tight half hour, in 3 works. If the disc Moondog was all about the joy of musicmaking, Forgive Us For is all about sorrow. The emphasis is, in fact, on global human atrocities: the genocide of Palestinians, Chernobyl (and, by extension, the invasion of Ukraine), and an incident of deportation in Iceland, perhaps standing for the current right-wing trend against immigration.

You know, a view I see expressed sometimes—I’m not going to name drop—is that we are so overwhelmed by these stories of tragedies, we (“we”) are just totally fatigued. Art should be our escape. Another view I see sometimes, here on Substack even, is that art about politics is purely performative, because it’s not like, say, writing a poem about Palestine is going to save any lives.

Of course I politely disagree with these. It’s true that we are surrounded by reporting about human evil, and I do sometimes see very good-hearted but sensitive people who become overwhelmed by this. You know, you can take in whatever art on whatever subjects you want. Nobody’s gonna force you. But art about events is a totally different story. It fulfills a different niche, both within the life of the artist & the audience.

As for ‘performative’, well, all music is performative. That’s what they’re doing. They’re performing the music.

I can not possibly agree that this fact renders the art worthless.

Anyways, enough about that. On this album, we begin with Jonathan Berger’s brief arrangement of the Palestinian folk song Ya Taali’een el-Jabal (“Oh, You Climbing the Mountain”). There’s a really fun story here. This sung is traditionally sung by women to their loved ones in jail, using a vocal technique called lalawi, where nonsense syllables are added to encode the message. Cool, right? The lyrics tell the listener that “this oppression will not last.” Here, Kronos Quartet plays underneath a track sung by Palestinian singer Rim Banna, who died in 2018. It’s great: really, a beautiful pairing (Kronos+Banna), and the arrangement adds a little extra ‘edge’, some sharpness and deep mourning. I find that it helps to make the song more understandable to a non-Palestinian.

Then there’s …And in the Scherzo… favorite Hilda Guðnadóttir in a 5-minute elegy for strings + voice titled “People Get Faces”. She composed the piece in 2015 after some refugees were deported from Iceland in the dead of the night. One family had a critically ill child. The lyrics pray for mercy and forgiveness; the title is a reference to the idea of ‘humanizing’ other people, as far as I understand it.

I’ve heard Guðnadóttir’s original, (and so can you!) and I think Kronos Quartet’s is different—it’s instrumental—but very much keeps the same spirit. It’s a slow, funereal work inspired by polyphony that just exudes heartbreak.

But the ‘meat’ of this album, a good 78% of the runtime, is Mariana Sadovska’s Chernobyl. The Harvest. This was composed in 2012 for Kronos Quartet + 1 singer (Sadovska herself, I believe) in 4 movements. She described it as a “Pagan Requiem”, thematically a sort of theme + variations on traditional folk melodies from Ukraine’s Polissia: trad. harvest songs and lamentations, intercut with actual evacuation announcements from Chernobyl. Sadovska is an ethnomusicologist. If this is reminding you of Gorecki 3 at all, that’s not a bad comparison. I think it deserves to enter the halls of fame of devastatingly elegiac contemporary classical music.

The movements are entitled: The Road, The Harvest, Lamentation, Paradise. There’s an interesting agricultural theme here, inspired by the fact that the mushrooms in the vicinity of Chernobyl are, to this day, toxic.

Sadovska’s voice is the main thing here: Kronos Quartet are fairly deep in the background for much of the piece. Still, my god it’s intense. Don’t listen to this too early in the day, you know? It demands a lot of the listener, a lot of long, threnodic passages that sit very painfully. Not that it’s monothematic. The Harvest movement has tons of nervous, frenetic energy, for instance. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a masterpiece; it’s just very, very difficult. After Forgive Us For ends, you can really only sit there in silence.

Despite its brevity, this is an album that profoundly expresses the universality of human suffering and grief, and yet the disparity of artistic reactions to it.

And then, quite different again, there is Glorious Mahalia.

Mahalia Jackson. From New Orleans, one of the great Gospel singers and civil rights activists—you can actually hear her in Martin Luther King Jr’s speech, saying, of all things: “Tell them about the dream, Martin!”

Isn’t that something, huh?

So, clearly an incredibly important American artist. But this isn’t just Kronos Quartet playing her stuff—since, I believe, a lot of her recordings were performances of traditional songs. Instead, the album features 2 newly-composed works dedicated to the memory of Mahalia Jackson in slightly different ways.

First, Chicago-based Stacy Garrop’s Glorious Mahalia, whence the title. Composed in 2017 & commissioned by Kronos, Garrop takes audio clips of Mahalia singing for/being interviewed by Studs Terkel, and then writes for quartet around these clips.

In the first movement, “Hold On,” Garrop opens very slowly. The contrast between the slightly buzzy, “archival” sound of Jackson’s voice and the contemporary engineering behind Kronos Quartet I find really fascinating and satisfying. I’m not sure how, but it feels less distancing: like it brings Jackson into 2025. The writing is genuinely good— there’s always a temptation in works like this to have the ‘accompaniment’ be simple and basic, but I was continually surprised by the sounds Garrop get out of the quartet.

The second movement, “Stave in the Ground,” features solo violin writing over a pizzicato base. It’s a little more edgy and panicked. This gets amplified in “Are You Being Treated Right,” where the conversation between Terkel and Jackson gets heated. Some great quartet growls and stutters. Again, having the quartet accompaniment to an interview is sort of like taking a really great photograph: the ‘thing’ itself is a record of a real moment in time, but the art around it is like bringing in the perfect framing, lighting, colors, etc. You know what I mean, kind of?

The fourth movement, “Sometime I Feel Like a Motherless Child,” was the single Kronos Quartet released for this album. Garrop definitely brings her most lyrical writing to match with the gospel song & Jackson’s vocals here. It’s really cool, I think it took me about this long to understand how Garrop’s quartet ‘worked’, and I kind of recommend perhaps starting here for new listeners. Definitely my favorite excerpt from her work. You get the pure heat and power from Jackson, and these very subtle shadings and bends from the strings… it’s great. Garrop ends with “This World Will Make You Think,” which is about hope, and gets a suitably hopeful adagio from Kronos Quartet. It’s a really beautiful ending.

“God Shall Wipe All Tears Away” is a gospel hit composed by Antonio Haskell in 1935. If he wrote anything else, I’m not sure—google seems to have no information about the man. Anyways, it was a song that Mahalia Jackson really made her own, and it was her recording that film scorer Jacob Garchik arranged for string quartet in 2017. It makes a lovely interlude here in the album, brief, thoughtful, and cantabile.

Finally, Oakland-based composer Zachary James Watkins’ 2018 quartet “Peace Be Till”, another Kronos commission. Like Garrop’s, it is in 5 movements. And like Garrop’s, it features, movements 1, 4 and 5, archival spoken footage: Jackson, Martin Luther King Jr., and the Reverend Clarence B. Jones.

(Personally, I think this was kind of a misstep: having 2 works for string quartet + ‘spoken voice footage’ is sort of a lot. Watkins is at his best when he’s instrumental, so…I don’t know)

The differences between Watkins and Garrop are striking, however. Watkins has all kinds of interesting effects for the string quartet, wanting them to sound “organ-like” — they use mutes, octave dividers, and all sorts of advanced techniques. He even adds effects the vocals. On the other hand, the first movement (“Doors of Justice / Black Thread”) is perhaps much more ‘about’ the vocals: Jones comes across with so much more personality, vividness, and you can’t help but be swept away by the sentences and words. You have to kind of hunt for the quartet, at times. The ‘organ’ effect on the quartet might serve to give a church-y touch, but they also make them sound a little far away.

Things get better, and slightly more visceral in movement 2, “Protest”, with a sort of strange arpeggio for the strings followed by some aggressive staccato chords—I loved this introduction, personally. We get some very distant crowd/protest sounds later over this fascinating ostinato. The depth in the cello at the end of the movement is powerful, you can’t help but feel it in your gut. Again, I think this is the movement to start with, for Watkins.

The third movement is entitled “Copter”, and is sort of an ethereal yet intense slow movement with these intense outbursts and strange effects and washes of string sonority—no, they don’t sound quite like helicopters, exactly. They communicate dread and terror, I’ll say that much. The fourth movement is called “Symphony of Social Justice,” which, I suppose functions like a slow movement: these ambiguous little chords with lots of silence in between them. It’s truly beautiful, Watkins writes with so much hope and feeling here. We then get into a commentary on/reading from Letter from Birmingham Jail, that seminal text in American history. Again, I don’t know: if you went to history class, you know what’s being said here, and I can’t help but feel that the track as-instrumental about Letter From Birmingham Jail might have been more successful? Because the quartet writing really is gorgeous here, I promise! Listen to the transition around 3:30 to a brief little folk-melody, back into those deep chords around 3:45.

And we finish things off with “Tell ‘Em About the Dream,” bringing things back thematically to Mahalia Jackson. The quartet accompaniment becomes much subtler here, as we focus on Thomas discussing the I Have a Dream speech. Once we get to the line, “tell ‘em about the dream,” the quartet re-enters, but quietly, holding on the same pitch.

What can I say about this album? It’s fantastic at what it is, which is something very unique: almost like a trip to an American History museum. I have bookmarked Garrop and Watkins, and I hope to explore them more in the future, and it reminded me of how good Gospel singing can be.

So then, I love Kronos Quartet. I don’t know if I’d ever thought of it before, but I think …And in the Scherzo… aspires to something very similar to what they do. Thank you for 50 years of recording and spotlighting incredible music. I’m sure there’s many more out there that I didn’t get at first, and that’s part of what I can’t wait for. Here’s to many, many more!

Drop a comment if you’ve heard any of these — what did you think about them? Who are the classical artists you ‘keep tabs’ on?

On June 21 I’ll be doing a Q&A special for my 75th weekly post! Please ask me questions — comment them here, DM me…I only have 3 so far and I’d love to have more!

In this track listing, all are performed by Caroline Shaw (voice) and Andrew Yee (cello). The name(s) after the song indicates composer and/or lyricist.

or, The Whale
1. The Trees of Green-Wood (Yee) 4:29
2. Moby Dick (Shaw/Yee) 7:39
3. Shenandoah (Shaw/trad.) 4:50
4. Really Craft When You (Shaw) 6:38
5. Quatuor Pour la Fin du Temps: V. Louange à l’Éternité de Jésus (Messiaen, arr. Shaw/Yee) 8:06
6. The Light After (Yee) 5:10
7. Will There Be Any Stars in My Crown? (Shaw/trad.) 3:44
8. What Are You After (Shaw) 1:23
May 15, 2026
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For a while, I’ve wanted to share my thoughts on how Classical Music does ‘albums’, because I think it’s often pretty distinctive and worthy of reflection. It can be immediately intimidating to a listener who’s used to pop, rock, etc., to have to contend with the unusual way things are ‘packaged’ in the classical music world. I’d like to talk to those people, ideally.

The problem with this topic is that once I sat down to organize some thoughts on it, I realized that it all goes very deep. There are tendrils, because there are, at least, reasons for the way things are.

In the world of rock, a CD usually but not always represents one ‘project,’ a group of songs theoretically written and recorded at the same time. How cohesive they might be depends upon the genre & talent of the band, and there are some artists that traffic more in individual songs, and others who think more on the album-scale.

Classical music begins with an entirely different unit: the ‘piece’, or work, divided into movements. This means that assembling on album is, in some senses, a lot more ‘artificial’ to the history of classical music. Quite a lot of it happened, after all, before even the most rudimentary recording technology.

…Well, but the relationship is a little more complicated than that. Semi-apocryphal legends abound that the duration of the CD was chosen so as to fit specific classical works on them (sometimes it is said to be The Nutcracker, sometimes Beethoven’s ninth symphony).

And, maybe more controversially, I’ve always thought that the nature of some works can be seen as sort of proto-albums in their own right. No, autocorrect, not photo albums. That’s something different.

Take books of madrigals, for example, in the seventeenth century Italian baroque. What you often have are collections of songs that run about an hour (give or take), either on various themes or focusing on 1 theme depending on the composer’s decision. When baroque people like Vivaldi produced sets of 12 concertos, or Haydn published his string quartets by the six-pack, this is, in my view, kind of similar to the concept of the album in popular music.

But there also exists this thing, this concept in classical music, called ‘programming’. Now, most typically this applies to what pieces are selected for a concert. I recently went to a concert that had:

1. Jonathan Cziner’s Rear-View

2. Astor Piazzolla’s Four Seasons of Buenos Aires
   (interval)

3. Johannes Brahms Symphony No. 4

In theory, that is ‘programming’, the decision to pick, out of all possible pieces in orchestral music history, those 3 in that order.

And programming becomes incredibly fun once you start to feel your way around classical music. You might have the sense that certain pieces would sound interesting next to each other, either because they’re similar, or, very different. Musicians today very often go for the latter in concert, in my opinion, because variety is just a bit more fun. Getting your Piazzolla-witty-virtuoso-tango experience and then coming back for the gloom and heft that is Brahms 4 makes for a really enjoyable experience. But sometimes you do sort of have to think about cohesion and mood: I would find it, probably, a bit weird to have the Fledermaus Overture open a program of Mahler #9, because that tonal shift would feel, I think, more jarring and unpleasant than interesting. You’re free to disagree of course, and one of the delightful things about programming is that it is much more ‘art’ than ‘science’. There aren’t rules that say, inherently, these pieces make an attractive coupling—although some reviewers talk as if there are!

This all works a bit different on disc (*NB: I use CD/disc/album interchangeably even where streaming is the primary medium, because these are still fundamentally albums on streaming services, if that makes sense). First, there’s no interval, but, second, there can always be an interval by just pausing the music, and I think those two facts put us in an unusual place.

I think homogeneity tends to be the preference over heterogeneity; you would have to look fairly hard to find a CD with a much variety as the above-mentioned concert I attended. That’s not, exactly, a criticism, since the goal of CDs is a little different: you don’t, really, exactly, need to worry about the audience losing interest or getting bored, because the interface is less urgent and immediate.

So Classical CDs often think in terms of sets of similar works, fairly often by the same composer. And again, what I’m describing isn’t crazy, it’s just something we don’t often stop to think about. It’s not weird to find a disc of all Beethoven overtures, and it’s not hard to imagine sitting down and listening to an hour of Beethoven overtures in one go. On the other hand, I would be pretty surprised to see a local philharmonic going “Yeah so at our next show we’re just gonna do All the Beethoven overtures. All of ‘em. All 3 different versions of Fidelio.” I’m not saying I wouldn’t go…but it would be noteworthy.

Pianists seem to be a big exception here, for whatever reason. You do sort of hear of pianists doing crazy things like playing all the Beethoven Piano Sonatas back to back, or, more recently, Yuja Wang has done this with the Rachmaninoff Concertos.

By the way, I kind of like both versions of disc equally— ‘programmed’ and ‘straight-through’. It really depends on the performer and the works. I sometimes think ‘programmed’ albums fall through the cracks a tiny bit, because they less obviously fill a niche, and thus, are a bit harder to search for. Case in point, I really liked an album I listened to this week called Inferno by pianist Behzod Abduraimov. There were 5 works on it: a Theme & Variations by Czerny, a Liszt Pelerinage extract, Debussy’s Suite Bergamasque (whole), three movements from Stravinsky’s Petrushka, and one of the Op. 119 Brahms pieces.

Great album. Great playing. Thoroughly enjoyed the sequencing. Am I going to remember this disc when I want to hear Suite Bergamasque? I’m not sure, I’d like to think so, but, probably not: I’ll probably search “Debussy Piano Works” and pick one that pops up.

So, perhaps programmed discs feel like they’re more about the performer and straight-through discs feel like they’re more about the composer—but, again, I’m not sure that’s fair at all. I think Abduraimov does a better job with the Debussy than some (many!) pianists who have done all-Debussy recitals. So, it’s messy. I don’t want to give the impression that it’s not.

Trawl the archives a little and things can become somewhat more complex. There is a higher prevalence of extracts & extracted movements, because of the limitations of vinyl LPs (and its predecessors), and sometimes reissues will couple bizarre works not because they fit artistically, but because there’s room on the modern CD. Sometimes you get works by different, unrelated artists, something that almost never happens today, and from decades apart with markedly different sound quality. It was really funny to me when I started noticing reviewers complaining about CDs of, for example, 58 minutes, because, hell, the medium can TAKE 80, so give us 80; find the extra performances somewhere, throw on some encores!

All of this is (can be) tremendous fun, but it’s an adjustment.

Not, of course, that rock never has archival releases. I used to enjoy finding weird B-sides compilations from bands I enjoyed, because the variation was quite interesting to me. But still, I maintain that this all feels a bit different in the world of classical—

Oh, and, yeah, wow, opera. Whew. We haven’t even begun to talk about the world of operatic releases. You know, for the longest time I insisted on listening to whole operas, because that felt more authentic or ‘true’, I don’t think I touched a recital disc for literal years because…well, I don’t know, I can’t explain it really. I’ve finally started listening to them, and I was being ridiculous, they’re a great sub-genre within opera that lets you really focus on a singer without worrying about the, sometimes, stretches of filler that some operas have.

Actually, I have a couple notes in a draft from this March/April where I started to talk about this— classical music has a bit of a ‘thing’ for completeness. And, I don’t think that’s absurd or unreasonable but it also isn’t god-given or inevitable, is it? Opera people especially like to talk about cuts: well, which I get, of course, if there’s an aria you really like and a singer didn’t do it in a particular recording, that’s sort of noteworthy. But there’s a lot of cases where, again, maybe the composer would have actually benefited from a judicious editor, and maybe the trimmed version of the opera is just…a better listening experience. I am actually mainly looking at Handel here (personally) but you can fill in your own picks. Look, a lot of them needed an editor. I need an editor too. I get it.

But what I was really meditating on in March/April here was that there’s a duality to the ‘industry’ of classical music between entertainment & scholarship. Is the point of a recording to provide you with a fantastic listening experience, or some kind of academic ‘truth’ about the piece? I am an academic by trade, it’s really a lot of my life, and yet I cannot help but tell you that I fall exclusively on the former side. The purpose of music is to sound good. I would way, way, way rather have a recording that sounds good but involves cuts, edits, re-tools, than one which is slavishly accurate but kind of a chore to listen to.

(This is, pretty much, exactly why I don’t often like HIP recordings of Classical or Romantic works. In Baroque repertory it’s 50/50, sometimes they provide a much needed boost and freshness, but often it just feels like ‘we made this music sound thin and dry because that’s what things would have sounded like in 1772’)

And then, on the other hand, there’s the box set. Compared to other musical genres, I think I’m right in saying that classical music loves its box sets. There are some elsewhere: I’ve listened to ‘The Complete Live at the Plugged Nickel’ which is 4-hours of prime 1965 Miles Davis, and…I don’t know, there was a cool Beatles Anthology thing, I guess. But classical music is like 15% box sets by volume, because good God some of these are hefty. Every week I see a post that’s like “Oh, yeah, hey, you can get the complete Leonard Bernstein recordings, it’s 190 CDs and it costs 800 US dollars” and I think to myself, not, that that would be the purchase of an insane person, but, huh I wish I had an extra month’s rent to spend on every Leonard Bernstein recording. Big box sets work like that: littler ones like the Complete Ravel on 17 CDs, you have the complete Haydn Symphonies or all of Arrau’s Beethoven… you see what I’m driving at. There are different ways to collect the music because fundamentally it is not an industry of artists producing ‘songs’ but an entire history of written music interacting with an entire history of performed, recorded music.

And…who cares? Is this really that complicated to figure out? I started by saying that I suspect that some people may be intimidated by all of this, sometimes, if they start out listening to pop/rock; maybe I’m just basing that on myself; maybe nobody else finds this complicated or even interesting. But it is distinctive.

Because, right, now that there’s streaming, all of this takes on the flavor of fossilization. I do not own a CD, I’m embarrassed to say, nor a CD player, and actually my laptop doesn’t even have a CD drive. I like physical media, in theory, I own a lot of paper books, but, at least for now, it makes a lot more sense for me to listen via streaming, when I can easily get through 100+ albums a month and like to stay up on new releases. The price differential is frightening, to say nothing of the space I’m saving… not that I expect that to be a permanent state for me.

What I mean by the ‘flavor of fossilization’ (anyone remember that dinosaur oatmeal?) — is that in theory streaming ‘solves’ all of this and renders it void. You can, in theory, now search for individual performances of individual works, or movements, and absolutely not care what larger ‘project’ they were recorded and released on. As in, alright, there’s a very famous recording of Beethoven 5 by Carlos Kleiber, okay? On the CD, that’s coupled with Beethoven 7. Reasonable enough. I sort of suspect that if you’re ‘used to’ listening to CDs, you might tend to, when you want to hear Kleiber’s Beethoven 5, leave it on & also listen to the 7th. Because, right? You don’t have to! You’ve never had to. You can just play one symphony or one movement or one bar and then press pause, stop, eject. But the tendency of things would probably be to hear it in terms of the disc, whereas I think streaming perhaps lessens this.

There’s, like, playlists. I’m not going to talk about them much, except to say that, largely, really, I’m just not that into them. I’ve made the occasional playlist, sure, who hasn’t? But for someone who, as stated, does not own an actual CD, I really, 99.8% of the time, listen in terms of albums, in a genre where the album/CD/disc didn’t actually exist for most of its history.

Weird, huh?

Maybe what we’re left with is the potentially meaningless statement that one of the enjoyable bits of classical music is that it sort of ‘transcends’ any of the many ways to collect and assemble music.

Some standalone pieces last under a minute, some are 6 hours long. If you want a ‘book’ of madrigals, published together, you can have that. If you want 3 piano sonatas written 25 years apart, all collected together, you can have that. If you want to hear everything Dorati did with Haydn, you can have that. If you want a cleverly-programmed disc of orchestral music, you can have that.

An album is a choice, a CD is a choice, a piece by itself is a choice. I’ve even seen discs that couple alternate performances of the same work (for the real diehards) — here’s, I don’t know, one single Mozart Piano Concerto done one way by one pianist + conductor, and then another way by a different pianist + conductor.

It all depends on what you want to hear. Whether you want the experience of Schubert, or the experience of the Juliard Quartet in Schubert or the experience of Romantic Chamber Music. I just would encourage people not to close themselves off to one of these different ways of listening. There really is always room for more ways to enjoy music.

So, finally, let’s talk about our album this week. This one is, I would say, unusually far in the direction of an album in its conception, as in, something made by an art-rock artist — these are all (with 1 exception) songs, for the voice + instrument, there are 8 of them running to 42 minutes, so, averaging about 5 minutes each. They are not connected per se— this isn’t “the complete works for cello and voice by Caroline Shaw”, but they form a cohesive, well-planned whole. Some of the ‘reinterpretations’ of traditional lyrics (i.e. Shenandoah) remind me of things the early prog rock groups were doing, emerging, as they did, out of the blues. I also believe this album is streaming only, I can’t seem to find evidence of a physical product anywhere. Still, there are some exceptions that make it distinct even there.

First, these are songs for voice + cello, not the most typical combination in any genre. There is also the extract of a movement from definitely-a-classical-composer Olivier Messiaen’s Quartet for the End of Time, although, in a somewhat quirky arrangement.

This is all in a sort of interesting and potentially fertile subgenre you could call Contemporary Classical—I think most places would— but, again, that has other connotations to me that aren’t quite this. A contemporary classical composer might be someone like Jennifer Higdon or Thomas Ades, writers of definitely modern composed-music. But if I were to call this Classical- Art Rock, well, that wouldn’t be very evocative.

(*by the way, I think art rock itself has this problem too. How do you describe what Radiohead do, which is obviously distinct from what, say, The Who did: but both are sort of ‘art rock’.)

I am very interested in classical music that takes any form of inspiration from the artier corners of popular music. I don’t think there’s quite enough of it, or that people know what to do with it, exactly. How do you…talk about it? Listen to it? Review it? Market it? It is, perhaps, an exciting opportunity for people who’ve grown up in one idiom to branch out, but a lot of it is not extremely compelling. At least, to me. From a purely experiential perspective, the kinds of feelings I got from listening to OK Computer don’t typically come from people like Shaw, I get those sorts of experiences from, like, Mahler and Schubert. Maybe that makes me weird, who knows.

But it’s a subgenre I want to like more than I currently do. But, so, when an album works, it’s worth holding it up to the spotlight and talking about why. This one works. This one is a winner.

Now, having said that, I think part of what helps is that Shaw is herself unquestionably one of the great geniuses of modern music. By the way, her partner on this disc, Andrew Yee, is the cellist for the great contemporary ensemble the Attacca Quartet, so, I did actually know him: just not by name.

But Shaw is fantastic. We all know that she managed to win the Pulitzer as a young artist— an award that seems to be mainly reserved for ‘lifetime achievements’. Her string music (Plan and Elevation), vocal music (i.e. for Roomful of Teeth, Partita for 8 Singers), she’s got a really distinctive voice, she’s adventurous — tuvan throat singing, turntables, collabs with Kanye West (err, before he went crazy). A lot of what is enjoyable about Shaw is her originality and wide, wide scope of influences.

The moment I fell in love with this album occurs 45 seconds into track 1— the lyrics of which are just a litany of tree names (love that as a concept). It begins hushed, quiet, and very simple, before this beautiful melisma over a flowering cello accompaniment. This is the way it works throughout: there is a huge contrast, a sense of still mysticism, alternating chant and ornate vocal decorations. This set up makes the highs hit harder, and there is something devastatingly massive about the climaxes. I also want to give a shoutout to the engineering, who has captured Yee’s cello and Shaw’s voice to the best advantage.

The second song, Moby Dick, is the (implied) title track: great book, of course, (by the way, shoutout to both my friend Sam, and Alex whose cumulative recommendations finally made me read it last year. Alex is over at the Reception Desk (https://substack.com/@amoneill) on Substack!)

I hope I have contributed to the spirit of Moby Dick by my massive digression on albums. Anyways, if track 1 feels warm and woody, this one begins with a marine, whale-song harmonic passage, before a lovely, lyrical solo around 3:00 in. I was reminded a little of a very good TV theme about, like, sailors, and I think Shaw has done work on TV, so, maybe that’s it. Shaw’s distant, shanty-like singing follows that second cello line. I don’t think I’m going out on much of a limb to say that this track is, at least, a two part character study: Moby Dick & Ishmael — the third section of the song is a sort of deep, relentless groaning (sort of a Shepherd Tone effect) in which I’d like to see Ahab but which might also just be the dark depths of the sea. We end with some placid bubbling effects, which would almost be comical, but…I think it holds. This is not really an album to listen to cynically—you know what I mean? I should mention here that the album apparently emerged out of Shaw & Yee’s work on a Moby Dick film from 2022, but I am not sure that all of these tracks come directly from the film…

(Oh) Shenandoah is a traditional American folk song, probably dating to the early 1800s, maybe originally sung by boatman on the Mississippi. Shaw’s arrangement feels, at first, pretty remote to the original tune (I listened to them both in sequence), but it’s maybe my favorite of the first 3 tracks, largely because of the deep, sonorous notes from Yee’s cello, and the layered harmonies on Shaw’s voice. Suddenly, 3 minutes in, we get the original folk melody, out of nowhere, over a sort of staccato accompaniment. It’s a very cool example of recontextualizing, I would say creating a deeply nostalgic sort of effect.

Track 4, “Really Craft When You”, opens with the recorded spoken voice of a woman (then a second, then a third…), not sure who they are, speaking about crafting and designs, over a sort of ethereal accompaniment. Again, the harmonies are gorgeous, and it’s all very sepia-toned: an image of a sort of cozy, leafy Appalachian interview series. Until, I mean, the different effects on the spoken voices create a sense of discomfort and dislocation at a certain point—but there are many, many possible different ways to interpret this, I leave it to you.

And then, if you’re following along here, imagine the effect of getting some Messiaen. I mean, what a choice, right? We are very far from the sort of…old world American feel here, with the French modernist chamber work, written in a Nazi concentration camp (where Messiaen was prisoner). Anyone who’s interested in music of the last 100 years loves the Quartet for the End of Time, I think, and this is the 5th movement (out of 8) — “Praise to the Eternity of Jesus,” which does originally shine a spotlight on the cello, whose repetitive undulations, I guess, represent eternity. Here, though, the other 3 instruments have been transposed to Shaw’s vocal self-harmonies. Okay, so, you know, part of it doesn’t feel as different as I expected, but it’s definitely a slightly different sound-world, a bit more dissonant… it makes a profound interlude in the album, I’ll say that much.

Track 6 is called “The Light After,” and it features a lot of pizzicato and slightly faster cello ornaments, which is a welcome contrast after the slower tempi in the first 5 tracks. It maintains a uniformity with the album in its sense of hushed intimacy, but the range of techniques helps to provide some contrast. Again, we explore the bass-end of the cello, in a section that honestly reminded me of electric guitar feedback.

The last full-length song here is “Will There Be Any Stars in My Crown?”, also a 19th-century tune, although less well-known than Shenandoah. This one was, apparently composed in 1897 by Eliza Hewitt and John Sweney, and, it’s, you know, sort of typical American Calvinist hymn-writing. Not exactly riveting or sexy or fun, but suitably crass: from that sort of strain in old-style Christianity that views religion as a sort of tit-for-tat, cosmic deal with God. I mention all this because it makes it all the more fascinating that Shaw’s picked it up to work into this album. Unlike in Shenandoah, Shaw begins with a very allegro statement of the opening lines, slowing down for the refrain. The naked, direct statement of the lyrics really highlights how strange and distasteful they are, while the cello serves almost as a percussive accompaniment. The more percussive it gets (towards the end), the more the track feels at war with itself. The effect is fascinating and deeply sinister.

We end with “What Are You After” (no question mark), a minute-and-a-half of half-asleep, dreamy melody lines over a distant cello line.

The picture this album paints is somewhat impressionistic. Trees, the ocean, rivers, crafting, 19th-century America, religion, and intimacy: wood, water, visions, nostalgia. I suspect it will take many listens to sink in fully, and I only hope it gets the attention and kudos it deserves.

Not a background album. Give it some time, give it a nice dark room with no distractions. Truly, one of the coolest and most effecting things I’ve heard lately.

York Bowen (1884-1961)
1946? Three Duos (for Violin/Viola) - 6 '
Henry Waldo Warner (1874-1945)
1933 Divertimento in D Major (Olden Style) (for Piano Trio) Op. 45 - 7 movements - 23 '
Anna Amalia (1739-1807)
1780? Divertimento in B-Flat Major (arr. Peter Mallinson) (for Clarinet, Violin, Viola, Cello, Bassoon) - 2 movements - 8 '
August Klugardt (1847-1902)
1872 Shilflieder (Reed Songs) (arr. Mallinson for Piano Trio) Op. 28 - 5 movements - 22 '
Susanne Spain-Dunk (1880-1962)
1925? Two Pieces (for Violin/Viola) - 6 '
Vittorio Monti (1868-1922)
1940 Csardas (arr. Bel Comeau) (for Piano Trio) - 9 '
Shirley Turner (Violin), Peter Mallinson (Viola), Richard Horsford (Clarinet), Joanna Baillie Stark (Bassoon), Lynn Arnold (Piano), Joanna David (Narration)
Recorded 2025, St. Peters’ Church, Boughton Monchelsea, UK
Meridian CDE84686 [74]

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Album #2: Trumpet Concertos from Latin America

Pacho Flores (b. 1981)
2022 Albares (Concerto for Flugelhorn + Symphonic Band) - 3 movements - 23 '
Roberto Sierra (b. 1953)
2019 Salseando (Dancing Salsa) (Concerto for Trumpet + Orchestra) - 3 movements - 21 '
Gabriela Ortiz (b. 1964)
2022 Altar de Bronce (The Bronze Altar) (Concerto for Trumpet + Orchestra) - 2 movements - 22 '
Pacho Flores (Trumpet)
Royal Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra / Domingo Hindoyan
Recorded 2025, Philharmonic Hall, Liverpool, UK
Onyx 4272 [66]

I have found myself becoming increasingly turned off by schemes, systems, and ideologies that amount to people patting themselves on the back.

In some sense, I’m sure this has been around as long as humanity has. I could easily find for you examples in Aristophanes, Shakespeare, Swift, Wilde, etc., of characters who are ridiculed for buying into half-baked principles that coincidentally put themselves at the top of the pecking order. Sure. But I do sort of think that the 20th century was responsible for developing this tendency from a human character flaw into an entire industry, and that industry, were I to give it a name, would be Pop Psychology.

Psychology itself has, probably, one assumes, given us all kinds of useful and interesting things. Lobotomies, etc., I’m not sure. But its more widely-read, airport-nonfiction cousin pop psychology has given us nothing of value as far as I can tell. And— who cares, right? So there’s a certain genre of book I don’t like, just don’t read ‘em! (I hear you say to me). Well, right: except for 2 things.

1. I find their popularity fascinating. Every time I go into a bookstore these days, the actually interesting nonfiction seems to have dwindled, and it’s replaced by, like,

Why ‘Not’ Doing Anything is Like, an Ancient Japanese Practice or Something, And Why It Will Un-Cluster Fu*k Your Entire Life, by Firstname Lastname (MBA)

Why do people buy these, apparently by the crateload? Why are they so successful? When readers have tried to explain to me the appeal of any one of these books, it usually amounts to giving them a sense of ‘permission’. “I used to think it was bad that I ate 7-8 Hershey Bars in one go when I was stressed, but apparently that has a Scientific Name and it’s just the Body’s Way of Doing Something—I read about it in this book!” — that sort of thing. I always miss the sort of implied logic that so long as something has a scientific name, it’s not, therefore, a bad idea.

2. I literally can’t avoid these books, because they’ve devolved onto the world in the ways that people think, speak, and understand things.

There’s been a lot of healthy criticism of what’s called ‘therapy speak’ these days: both in the way that it saps literature and renders it bloodless and boring, and also in the way that it poisons human relationships, finding irredeemable malice in every mistake. I think therapy can be situationally useful for certain people (and from certain therapists), so I’m more inclined to blame these trends on pop psychology.

The problem with pop psych is almost always reductivism. Even if authors carefully hedge their bets in the text (I’m sure they must, to avoid peer reviewers trashing them) readers always seem to come away with the idea that “X is an idea which perfectly explains the world/my behavior/families/love/grief/friendship”. In terms of complexity & its ability to actually explain anything, X always ranks somewhere above Scientology but below any of the themes explored by a medium-tier literary novel.

But I think perhaps one of the first concepts of this type I was ever familiar with, and perhaps the only one I found convincing, was Introversion vs. Extroversion.

Yeah, I can’t tell you that I find something stupid and ridiculous without confessing my own personal history with it, otherwise that would be punching down, wouldn’t it?

I can’t quite remember my genesis with it, where I first heard the terms, but I remember taking a Myers-Briggs test (ugh) at some point and thinking “Gosh, that really does sound like me!” — if this is you, try reading any of the other possible results, and you will find, with the mental priming of expecting the correct answer, they will literally all sound like you: because they all sound like everyone. They are just different slivers of the one human condition which we all share. But, anyways, no one thinks to do that at first: and so I read mine (I’m not going to say what it was: that’s how little I respect Myers-Briggs) and thought, “Well, this explains everything!”

If you are unfamiliar with Myers-Briggs, it’s a sort of Galenic Four Humors approach to categorizing people, favored by middle managers who have no insight or intelligence of their own. Everyone is given a set of 4 letters after answering a bunch of vague questions, and these tell you whether you’re more

a) introverted / extroverted
b) sensing / intuitive
c) thinking / feeling
d) judging / perceiving

So, for example, if you scored mostly on the left-hand side of those categories, you’d be ISTJ (Introverted, Sensing, Thinking, Judging) —> “The Logician” archetype, apparently, who are dependable & good at getting things “done”, but prefer to work independently. This is true only of them and not literally most people in the world, of course.

Dunking on the Myers-Briggs may be a little bit too easy, every historian worth their weight in beans would object to an attempt to categorize people in discrete boxes like this. But again, I’m building up to something here—I promise, stay with me.

Here’s what’s so interesting about this for me, and my personal background with it. When I took the test, I scored pretty high on the I front. Introversion. And it was a few yers before I very suddenly realized that this makes no sense at all, actually.

See, MBTI “Introversion” is nominally about energy. In their system, an introvert derives energy from being alone, while an extrovert derives energy from being around other people. They didn’t invent these terms, which I believe come from Jung, but they definitely popularized this idea of a spectrum where people either need to be alone or around others.

The thing is, I am absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, not an introvert. Not even remotely. The happiest days of my life are those where I could spend every second of it around other people. I accept solitude as necessary sometimes, but if I had my way, these would be minimal. I am at my best, sharpest, happiest, most interesting, and most thoughtful with other people to speak to and be around. This was true when I took the MBTI test, it’s true now, it’s been true from my birth, I’d say.

So, suddenly, I had a very interesting question in mind. I had not tried to answer any of the questions incorrectly. I was being very sincere when I took the test. Why did my results tell me I was quite seriously an introvert (I wasn’t even close to a 50/50 split) when it just wasn’t at all the case if I thought about the definitions for a minute?

The answer, I think, lies in a certain cultural stereotype about introverts and extroverts that I’d trace back largely (but by no means exclusively) to a 2012 pop psychology book by Susan Cain called, and please envision me rolling my eyes when I type this,

Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking

I mean, Jesus Christ, could you actually pat yourself on the back any harder?

Anyways, Cain’s thesis is— let me quote from the synopsis so that you can be sure I’m not strawmanning her:

In Quiet, Susan Cain argues that we dramatically undervalue introverts and shows how much we lose in doing so. She charts the rise of the Extrovert Ideal throughout the twentieth century and explores how deeply it has come to permeate our culture. She also introduces us to successful introverts—from a witty, high-octane public speaker who recharges in solitude after his talks, to a record-breaking salesman who quietly taps into the power of questions. (…) [Introverts] are the ones who prefer listening to speaking; who innovate and create but dislike self-promotion; who favor working on their own over working in teams. It is to introverts—Rosa Parks, Chopin, Dr. Seuss, Steve Wozniak—that we owe many of the great contributions to society.

Maybe I’m wrong in picking on Cain here, perhaps her book is totally different from this blurb, but she’s an easy target in representing how a lot of people think about introversion and extroversion.

I want to pick on a few ideas from the text. First, her concept of the introvert is someone who likes to create, but “dislike[s] self-promotion”. This is blatantly not what the terms mean. In a technical, neutral sense, they are about recharging by being around others, or alone. The term Cain is groping for, struggling to define, is “humility” or “not being self-absorbed.”

That this book became a triple- quadruple- mega bestseller gives the lie to Cain’s idea that introversion is a genuinely devalued trait. Of course it isn’t. If anything, there have been consistent cultural stereotypes in the West from time immemorial that ‘still waters run deep’, that to be reserved is to be a profound thinker. In novels, ‘quiet’ is often a synonym for ‘likable,’ whereas the talkative ‘social butterfly’ is likely to be morally degenerate, lacking in confidence, or trying to pull a scam on people. Artists in particular have sort of had to be introverts: mystique is lost when your favorite painter spends a couple of hours chatting with you.

But more interesting than this book—which, again, reads like any of the 5,000+ nonsense pop psych books published each year—is the movement it represents.

So thoroughly do we believe that disliking being around other people equals intelligence that I found myself unable to mark down the way I genuinely felt on my MBTI test, because I was sure that those were signs of stupidity. Myers-Briggs never say that, of course. But the world I was born into has a very clear opinion regarding what smart people are like.

By the way: an interesting comparison here can be made to portrayals of Sherlock Holmes. In the original stories he is constantly described as charming, an expert at setting people at ease. This is a big part of how he conducts his investigations, of course, making witnesses, victims, or suspects talk. It’s a big part of what makes the stories feel so warm and special—Holmes is a genius, but a profoundly good man as well. Any filmed version of Sherlock, particularly from the 21st century, turns him into a cold, unthinking, inhumane robot. A big part of this discrepancy is that we believe a genius must be bad at being social. He must be an introvert.

My brush with this all as a teenager is long over, ever since I realized that the MBTI was snake oil. But with the sudden and dramatic rise of ‘therapy speak’, I often think about the way I unwittingly betrayed myself on my MBTI because of what I felt the categories must ‘mean’. The newer version of this looks like ‘neurodivergence’, a term that could, genuinely, mean almost literally anything. But if the vocab is new, the ideas are old: this is fundamentally just the idea that you—yes, you—have a brain that works differently from everybody else, and is, in fact, superior to theirs. Oh, sure, it has its drawbacks, but you’re helpless to mitigate them, and these are a small price to pay in exchange for your heightened intelligence/artistry/sense of justice. Social things don’t matter, remember? No genius has ever also been a good friend, right?

As vehemently as I disagree with this, I cannot help but feel that ideas like this prey on teenagers at a time when hearing this must be almost unbearably exciting. Even I, years before this was common parlance, managed to convince myself that I was something I was not because I had vague notions of what intelligence must look like in people. It is so much worse now.

What, you ask, does all of this have to do with music?

I think a few different things. First, and possibly deserving of its own article, I am fascinated and a little appalled by therapy-speak and pop-psychology’s intrusion into our understanding of classical composers and their works. You do read things like, oh, well, Beethoven perfectly described Seasonal Affective Disorder or something, and it’s like, whether he did or not, what is wrong with you that that’s the main point of interest for you in this music?

But more importantly, I think I have learned from my OWN experiences with ‘introversion’ and ‘extroversion’ to be very, very, very skeptical of associating ‘stereotypes’ with a trait in-itself. No one can be perfect at this, and I’m sure I do it—but it’s something I consciously want to avoid.

Here’s one such stereotype that exists in Classical Music, I believe very closely related to the E-I split in pop culture. In fact, one often sees words like ‘extroverted’ and ‘introverted’ in reviews to describe these types of music!

1. More profound music tends to be slower, quieter, non-virtuosic, and oriented around melody.

2. Less profound music is faster, louder, virtuosic, and rhythmic.

You may disagree with this—in fact, please do: it is obviously wrong—but most people would be hard-pressed to deny that these are stereotypes that exist in the minds of many listeners of Classical Music.

[As an aside: of COURSE this also has ethnic/racial overtones, this is fundamentally a German idea, produced at a specific era when the Germans were hopeless at rhythm & writing good concerti. But I don’t want to focus on that angle for this post, because I think most people utterly do not mean it in a racial way, and the mechanism by which it gets into listeners’ heads is more, I believe, pop psych rather than overt racism. But, hey, those two things are not as far apart as it may seem. That’s a different article for a different writer, though.]

I thought about this all based on really 2 albums that I listened to this week. Both of them are easy 5-star albums for me, but in very different ways. There is a sort of obvious ‘personality’ difference: the Trumpet Concerti is a big, loud, exciting, dance-oriented disc. The Musical Soiree is certainly quieter, much smaller-scale, pretty and melodic.

The first disc is the classic sort of case of an album many reviewers would call ‘introverted’, the second, an inarguable case of ‘extroverted’ music.

I wonder if we sometimes ascribe intelligence to music that succeeds at being ‘introverted’, and deny it to music that succeeds at being ‘extroverted’. Certainly I would argue that we do. You can see this perhaps most easily in composers who are viewed as writing ‘fun’ music: people like Rossini and Liszt, for instance. No one ever talks about them in the terms they reserve for Bellini and Schumann, even though, frankly, those differences are hard to justify on musicology alone. Rossini may as well be considered the founder of bel canto, but nobody calls him a sublime genius the way they do for Bellini. Liszt experimented with atonal music three-quartets of a century before Schoenberg, but all the praise for writing ‘profound’ piano music goes to other composers. Does it actually take less genius to write orchestral dances than an elegy?

(That having been said, it is possible that the extrovert-introvert split in music IS actually valuable sometimes. I sometimes talk about a public-private split in music: public music is orchestral, say, or operatic. Private music is written for domestic musicians. This is sometimes, perhaps useful, especially in the 18th century. It might be productive to talk about one piece which Mozart wrote for the city of Paris, to be heard publicly, by an audience, and another piece which he wrote for an amateur violinist and fortepianist to play in their sitting room, with no audience at all. These can manifest in actual musical differences.)

Let’s start with the Musical Soiree. Everything about this album is suggesting that particular style of ‘introverted’ chamber music. Look at the cover photo: an attractive little carpeted room with books, paintings, a fireplace, a cabinet, and a couple large windows. The chandelier and molding make it look relatively upper class. Beside the piano are four chairs in a tight little circle. Now, based on the presumed dimensions of the room as drawn, they are playing to a literal corner. There cannot be an audience. Or, rather, they are playing to each other.

(There’s a famous comment on Haydn’s string quartets that describe them as a sort of ‘conversation’ between four instruments. That is surely the vibe here).

Bowen’s first Duo, however, is a bouncy little piece, somewhat folky. The second is a very serious lento, played with tons of dynamic contrasts—the approach by Turner and Mallinson, I have to say, kind of reminds me of listening to string players from, like, the ‘40s. This is when they believe the Duos were composed, incidentally. They’re fine: I mean, if the rest of the album sounded like the Bowen, I’m not sure I’d have been all that impressed.

Henry Waldo Warner’s Divertimento, though, started to win me over. This is a rather hefty suite for Piano Trio (7 movements, 23 minutes) each inspired by a baroque dance form. I have never heard of Warner before, and he seems under-recorded. Now, there are three different ‘distancing’ facets at play here. 1. The music itself is obscure, 2. The forms look back 2 centuries earlier, and 3. Baroque music is usually less emotive than other eras. What I’m trying to drive at is just how much this is a connoisseurs music: and so, what can one say about this, really? Was Warner a genius artist? I don’t think so. Is this music vital? No. Is it relevant? It wasn’t even relevant when it was written. Will you be humming any of the tunes later? No— and yet! There is something delightfully introspective and, for a compliment that will sound paradoxical, musical about it all.

By the way, some of the very best parts of Warner’s suite are the upbeat dances: the Rigaudon, for example.

Next we have another real rarity: Anna Amalia’s extremely Mozartean 2-part Divertimento for a grab bag of instruments: Clarinet, Bassoon, and Strings. I am shocked at how little attention has been given to Amalia, especially given how few women composers from the High Classical era there are. This is ‘private music’ in the sense I alluded to earlier: composed for domestic, amateur use. It has a sort of buoyancy to it, lots of bright major chords and little rhythmic ornaments.

Klughardt’s “Reed Songs” could not be farther away. He wrote this 5-part cycle in 1872 under the influence of Liszt, inspired by poems by Nikolas Lenau. They are for narrator + wind quintet (here arranged or Piano Trio). Klughardt’s the most popular composer in this set, he’s had a couple albums out on CPO. They are deliciously melancholy, pretty much all gooey, late romantic but not overly chromatic. I don’t even mind the narrated poem-fragments (translated into English) — they’re a little…vague, but it’s kind of fun to have a ‘key phrase’ to inspire the music.

Susanne Spain-Dunk is another shockingly-ignored composer with an absolutely incredible name, her 2 duos bring us back to York Bowen’s in form. “The Lonely Moor” is a classically English sort of character piece, kind of fun in its full-bore sentimentality. She caps this off with a fun little jig.

This recital ends with a Csardas dance by another extremely under-recorded composer, a Neapolitan with an absurd mustache named Vittorio Monti. If you like your Hungarian Rhapsodies, this is that. It’s just very fun, that’s all there is to say about it.

Except…something really stayed with me about this album. For a while I found it hard to put my finger on. I listen to a lot of albums sort of like this one, why did I feel like I enjoyed this one more? The world is flooded with albums of obscure chamber music, why did this recital feel so delightful?

I almost wonder if one of the things I like here is how much it leans into being exactly what it is. A small-scale, intimate recital of English connoisseurs’ chamber music. There is no pretense of this being quasi-academic (like a lot of albums dedicated to obscure composers) or the work of great artists (massive, glossy close-ups of the violinist, e.g.). The cover is lonely, yellow-stained (as if by age), the style of playing is decidedly old-fashioned (but very lovely), the music is nostalgic if not occasionally schmaltzy, and deliberately, intentionally, unimportant. It felt like a breath of fresh air to hear so much enjoyable, tuneful music presented just as it is.

Hmm. Hold that thought.

Five thousand or so miles away from the Musical Soiree is Albares, in which lightning-hot trumpet virtuoso Pacho Flores steams his way through some gorgeous candenzas over Domingo Hindoyan conducting………oh, sorry, it’s the Royal Liverpool Phil. Apparently we haven’t really left England after all. (Astronaut meme: Wait, it’s all England? Always has been).

In some sense we have traveled some distance, of course, as these are all Latin American concertos, all written in the last couple years. Side point, by the way, I’m always saddened by the lack of non-baroque trumpet concerti. The genre was a favorite in 1720s Italy, but those are all, let’s be totally frank & honest, boring. I wish more Romantic and Modernist composers had taken up the challenge, because the modern trumpet in the hands of a talented player has a beautiful sound— rich, deep, piercing, and very expressive. It can easily cut through an orchestra, and it can really sing, with a kind of baritone glimmer that falls beautifully on the ear. Perhaps, and I’m not really joking when I say this, we needed Miles Davis to teach us this first.

Alright so the first concerto was written by Flores himself. Each movement is named after a different South American dance — by the way, again, I cannot help but point out that this, too, is a baroque suite concept, it’s just that the dances themselves are different. (oh, and the orchestration of course!). We get a Bambuco first from Andean Columbia, then a Milonga (an Argentinian Tango: you know this if you’ve listened to your Piazzolla!), and then a Periquera (Venezuelan). I’ve written about this before, but my controversial-yet-correct take is that if we really got down to it, composer-for-composer and piece-for-piece, South America has the best track record for writing orchestral music over the last hundred years. Far too few people think of it as a Classical powerhouse AND YET.

There are, I’m sure, tons of things I’m missing, not being too familiar with the dance forms or the countries from which they hail. In my brief readings, many of the dances are themselves hybrids of indigenous, Spanish, and African rhythms. How has Flores played with this concept, or made musical material out of it? I’m not sure. But I can tell you that his concerto is a delight, and is totally comprehensible even if you don’t know what the movement titles mean. You don’t need to know anything that enjoy that infectious, ebullient opening, the dreamy, romantic second movement (those long, soft notes on the trumpet are so expressive of passion!) — or, that jazzy third movement. So, yes, in form this is a totally classic concerto: Fast-Slow-Fast, where the third movement is more ‘fun’.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Flores, like Chopin and Paganini before him, reserves the juiciest bits for his own instrument— although the orchestra does have stuff to do, here. But this is really a concerto for listening to the soloist. Those runs are electrifying, every single time: a lot of blues, bebop scales, a sense of wit, humor, and play.

By the way, I wish I knew what the title referred to. Albares is a last name, yes? A variant spelling of Alvares? Is there a well-known person named Albares to whom this would be dedicated? A famous Albares horn player or dancer or… if anyone is well-versed in South American musical culture please let me know!

As great as it is, Flores’ concerto feels like a warm up compared to Sierra’s, who’s a composer I do know a tiny bit. Right from the opening bars, I think you can hear that Sierra is thinking of his concerto somewhat more as a dialogue between trumpet & orchestra, and we get a very, very interesting take on a salsa here. By ‘interesting’ — I hope that doesn’t sound backhanded—I genuinely mean that it has the sort of unpredictability and spice that leaves you on the edge of your seat. His second movement (Sierra too goes Fast-Slow-Fast) is a Bolero, it’s a very, very lovely piece of music, ominous towards the start, and then cantabile and rather downcast towards the end. You could imagine it in an old film, or possible appearing on Davis’ Sketches of Spain. Which, hey, before I forget: If you like that album, you need this one; and vice versa. The third movement, simply titled “veloz”, is certainly that. Lots of hurried percussion and Dizzy Gillespie moments for Flores.

Now, Ortiz has been featured on my Substack before: she composed Yanga, which I reviewed enthusiastically around this time last year. Her 2022 Trumpet Concerto is titled “The Bronze Altar” — she says that she was inspired by metalworking, and the fact that metal can exist both as a solid and liquid. “Altars” feature in other Ortiz concertos, so I don’t want to read too much into this, but I desperately want there to be some kind of epic mythological/religious thing going on here, just because I think the music suits it to the ground. She mentions Stravinsky as an influence, and, to be clear, she means Rite of Spring Stravinsky, because that’s really where this fits into his oeuvre. I loved it, it was my favorite piece on this album. MWI reviewer David Barker was much less enthusiastic, which did make me a little sad: but again, Ortiz really stands out here, to me, for writing something different— this is its own thing, it is full of unique sounds & relationships between the trumpet and the orchestra. It starts off slow, with birdsong motifs on the woodwinds, and these very long-breathed trumpet ideas, before emerging into this hard-driving rhythm. Towards the end of the first movement we have the clearest RoS parallels, and in movement 2, a very long, beautiful solo for trumpet. But Ortiz is not afraid to explore the more painful sounds of the instrument, with some agonized, piercing cries. I think she gets a lot out of her trumpet, here. We end with this great rhythmic ostinato beneath trumpet soloing: what exactly is the mood? Triumphant? Indifferent? Impossible to say.

You can’t get much more extroverted than a trumpet concerto, especially a trumpet concerto that draws on Latin American dance rhythms. I’ve seen a number of reviews that praise these pieces as fun (which they are; but not just that), or dock them when they are less obviously fun (as in the Ortiz).

I want to caution us against this, and I want to say that one of the wonderful things about Classical Music is that its range is truly only bounded by the imagination of our composers—nothing else.

You see, whether someone is an ‘introvert’ or an ‘extrovert’ might depend on the society they were raised in. It might depend on what their parents taught them, what books they read at a young age. It might depend on how they’re feeling that afternoon when they take the MBTI test. I don’t actually believe that it means anything fundamental or fundamentally interesting about a person.

In just the same way, I think we can, to some extent, decouple a piece of music from the swirling context of expectations. Otherwise you can eventually fall into the trap of— “Oh, is this Bach? I can tell, it’s so deep and spiritual and profound. Wait, it’s not by him? Really? Oh, well, I knew that actually: it sounds boring and stupid.”

No. Let’s take music as music (and people as people). Sometimes you want to sit alone in a room with your bizarrely anachronistic piano-trio divertimenti, and sometimes you want to blow the roof off with a salsa-inflected trumpet solo. There are different ways of listening to these, because they are different styles, with different aims and methods. But nothing that made A Musical Soiree enjoyable to me was because of a ‘depth’ or ‘profundity’ sometimes attributed to chamber music: rather, it was the delight of hearing some nice unexpected tunes played with feeling and gusto. And the pleasures of Albares are not reducible to it being fun, easy, upbeat music. These concertos are unbelievably learned hybrid forms, drawing on a dozen musical traditions and filled with inventive, original ideas.

Still waters sometimes run deep: but there is also such a thing as a puddle. And sometimes the charismatic chatterbox is smarter than you’d expect.

Oh, sure, there are modern successes, of a sort. You can pilfer Holst and Korngold and write film scores, you can write agonizingly dull piano arpeggios and call them something like ‘Morning Dew’ in Italian. Or you can steal from the above two and write TV scores. Or, you can hit some drums and make an unpitched synthesizer go blleeeeeeeWEEEEERRRRRRrrrrrzzmmmmp and be Hans Zimmer.

But you don’t want to do that. That doesn’t feel like the genre you fell in love with. See, you care about this music, right? There’s a reason you studied composition, slogged your way through the textbooks, listening exercises, terrible pay, harsh reviews, poorly-attended recitals. All the heartbreak of trying to turn an idea in your head into a piece of music. You love this music, the genre you chose to study, the centuries-long conversation of composed art-music that includes Des Prez, Handel, Haydn, Dvorak, Prokofiev… you want to throw your hat into this particular ring.

Imagine if you could actually do that though. Imagine if you could, singlehandedly, by force of will, reject the trends you dislike and write exactly the music you want, and imagine that it works. Imagine they all want to do double-bills of Tchaikovsky & you. Imagine that when pianists record Debussy you are the natural, easy, obvious pairing choice.

You would be, in fact, a lot like Johannes Brahms.

When I think about Brahms’ career, I see someone in an incredibly modern predicament. “Classical” Music, in some sense, had been declared Finished after the death of Beethoven, and it wasn’t entirely clear in what direction things would go. Yes, this is the famous “War of the Romantics;” essentially the struggle to define the future Classical Music in the aftermath of Beethoven. There was a sense that Beethoven had perfected Classical forms. Musical progressives like Liszt & Wagner proposed that the future of music lay in entirely new forms, ideas, and harmonies. Musical conservatives like Mendelssohn & Clara Schumann (more on her soon) felt that Classical Music meant The Music of Beethoven. There’s still more to do in that style!

Of course that debate never went away, did it? The terms may have changed, but replace Beethoven with ‘the concept of common-practice tonality’ and you get quite a lot of 20th-century musical disputes. Today, no one would blink an eye about enjoying Mendelssohn’s Scottish symphony & Liszt’s Hungarian Rhapsodies back-to-back. The two camps do not, ultimately, sound so far apart to us. But this really was not a trivial or unimportant question to people in the 19th century.

And it is a dispute that would define Brahms, arguably, at tremendous personal cost.

There are a handful of famous photos of Brahms that come from the end of his life, these are invariably the ones chosen for album covers or “reference” images of him. You know the kind I mean:

He looks a bit like Santa, or, really, a distinguished professor. Short, portly, with a bushy beard and small eyes. You can easily imagine him as an old German philosopher, maybe. It may surprise you to know that Brahms was only 56 in that photo. First thing to learn, I suppose, is that stress will really age you. And alcohol, but mostly stress.

I prefer the image posted in the header, of young Brahms, taken when he was around 20. I think it’s eye-opening to associate this figure with the music he wrote. See, I think Brahms is a little bit unlucky with his legacy. Well, everyone is, to some extent: but he is too easily remembered as a stuffy conservative who wrote ‘correct’ but rather abstract music. A lot of my music-loving friends have said some very variation to me of, ‘I respect Brahms’ music. But I don’t love it.’

I’d argue that Brahms is, in fact, an intense, searing-hot firebrand of a composer, an artist whose oeuvre deals with the tension of wanting to emulate the music that you love, while sometimes not even being sure how to assert your individuality. And I think that any artist who says that isn’t massively relatable is lying. Sure, we’d all love to be Stravinsky writing Rite of Spring, just holding a torch to the conventions of our genre and being so breathtakingly original that we could not be confused for anyone else. But how many times in your life can anybody manage that? No: for the most part we create art because we love the art that exists in our genre. We don’t create in a vacuum. I feel a lot of kinship with Brahms in that sense: I love poetry and playwriting, and the authors I love, I deeply love: I don’t want to imitate or replicate them, but I am inspired by those ideas, and I want to create my “versions” of those works. As such, I have never really gotten a review that wasn’t “this is derivative,” before. I can tell you how much that burns, because I’m not trying to be derivative, I am, in fact, being myself: but I love the art that I connect with!

And one of the things that changed the way I listened to Brahms was hearing him as, actually, one of the all-time great Classical music fans, who knew what the genre was capable of, and, in some sense, loved to write music-about-music.

Brahms’ background is, itself, not in line with the stuffy-professor archetype we often fix on him. The apartment building where he was born is shabby to an almost unbelievable degree. His mother was a seamstress and his father played horn in the army. Wikipedia is sniffy of Brahms’ autobiographical claims of being relatively poor as a child, and in fact making money by playing the piano in brothels. I don’t see anything ipso facto unbelievable about that— look at the place they lived:

At any rate, Brahms launches into a career as a pianist, and in a few short years he’s introduced to Robert Schumann. Schumann is an interesting biography in his own right, but the important thing is that through his music criticism, which was remarkably perceptive, he was right at the dead center of the Wars of the Romantics. In writing, he praised Brahms and described him as, essentially, music’s messiah: the second coming of Beethoven, who would prove that the classical style still had some juice in it.

All this before Brahms had actually published a single work!

In a sense, this relationship was an unfortunate one for Brahms. The gregarious, slightly obsessive Robert Schumann pinned all his musical aspirations on this serious, very intense young perfectionist, and, as a complicating factor, Brahms was probably in love with Robert’s wife, the great Clara Schumann.

Clara Schumann is worth a side comment here as well, I think. Despite being one of the very greatest concert pianists in her time, and a talented composer as well, Clara Schumann exerted quite a lot of influence on music as the head of the Conservative music faction. She was famously critical of almost everything that was cool & interesting in the 19th-century, with the exception, of course, of Brahms.

At any rate: if you’re imagining the worst thing that could happen for Brahms’ psyche, already under tremendous pressure trying to fulfill all of his Schumann’s aspirations, struggling to find his own identity as a composer… well, the very next year, Robert Schumann began experiencing hallucinations and was consigned to a mental asylum. There’s a lot of speculation over what was actually wrong with Schumann: schizophrenia, syphilis, both, neither—who knows. The takeaway is that you don’t want to be having hallucinations in Germany in 1854, because they did not know what to do about that. Visiting Schumann in the asylum profoundly affected Brahms, and when his mentor passed away soon after, he moved, and went on a sort of composing hiatus.

In part the move was to get away from Clara Schumann, about whom he felt very conflicted: on the one hand, he probably did love her, on the other hand, it’s got to be challenging psychologically to steal your father-figure’s wife after he has a mental breakdown and dies, especially if you are rather repressed and, well, German. I don’t know. I’m sure Liszt could have done it.

Brahms’ first piano concerto flopped, he wasn’t appointed to the conductorship he hoped for… things really only started to look up in his mid-30s. I’ll provide a little hit-list below, but it was really from the late 1860s on that he hit his stride.

After about a quarter century as a great composer, he developed liver cancer, and, that was it. By the 1890s, of course, music had changed, and there is a tendency to see Brahms as having been “left behind” by the new music of that period: Mahler, Bruckner, Strauss, not to mention Debussy and Satie in France. But of course, this isn’t really the case. Brahms’ first real success postdates Tristan & Isolde, he was already an anachronism at pretty much every point in his career. And it’s not true to say that Brahms didn’t develop. Anyone who’s heard the last piano works, or the 4th symphony, will know that he did. But it’s so easy to view him that way— this gnome-like elder statesman of classicism still using the forms of Beethoven.

And, you know, incidentally, Brahms loved the Strauss family waltzes. He loved Carmen—he saw it more than 20 times. He admitted in private that he actually lived a lot of the progressive composers (especially Wagner). And, perhaps most charmingly, after a long feud with Tchaikovsky, the two actually met up for drinks and buried their differences. And actually, we all have him to thank for Dvorak, since he took a chance on a total unknown who was being treated with condescension by the German musical world.

You get the sense, reading about Brahms’ life, that he wasn’t really at all blank slate. He came into a very specific role prepared for him in different ways by the more charismatic figures of Robert & Clara Schumann, and spent his whole life trying to deal with the fallout. But in a different world, perhaps on that early adolescent piano tour, imagine that he falls in with Liszt: travels to Bayreuth, could one imagine Brahms as a progressive?

Well, yes: I think so. And more importantly, so did Arnold Schoenberg, whose progressive bona fides are much better than mine (artistically speaking, I mean). His essay Brahms the Progressive makes other grounded, concrete arguments for Brahms as a secret “progressive” composer — but he also brings up the fact that there’s just something kind of special about late Brahms. The music is just kind of unique. Sure there are formal structures involved, but most composers make use of something. The harmonic ideas are very much his own.

So. Where do we start with Brahms? I’m going to do a few favorites here with links to performances on YouTube which I think are good, for at least 1 key movement. But I have to say one thing about Brahms’ music before we get started.

One thing I’ve always loved about his style, abstract as it is, is that Brahms always allows for multiple equally plausible interpretations. Once you love one of his works, you have almost endless variety before you from different performers. And yes, this is a mark of genius: it’s not necessary or inevitable, but it is something that Brahms was able to do. By that I mean—a composer like Mahler, say, offers a little bit less flexibility in my opinion. When he writes a ‘death shriek’ into his second symphony, it needs to howl and scream. But Brahms never really wrote anything that narrative. The abstraction means that you might decide to emphasize the strings, or the woodwinds: you might prefer a more staccato feel, or more rubato: at almost every moment, there are multiple ways of interpreting the score which validly play the music. Now, what I’m trying to argue here, is that it isn’t a downside for a composer not to work this way—but it inarguably takes skill and brilliance to pull it off.

In a sense, I think that’s part of why I love Brahms more the more I listen to him. I know all the major beats of all 4 symphonies, but when I hear a new conductor do them, I’m almost always surprised and delighted by new details, new ideas, new presentations. This is really a crucial part of the appeal, at least for me.

Oh, and, quick caveat: this is not a list of every good Brahms work. That would take another 9 hours to put together. This is really just a very quick where-to-start list of fifteen personal favorites. That’s a good, even number, right? I’m leaving most of the songs and vocal music aside, wonderful as they are, because I’m not sure I could say much about them. And, yes, it pains me to me leaving so much chamber music off this list, something at which Brahms excelled—but I’ll leave that for you to discover on your own! Some magnificent trios, quartets, and violin sonatas…

But, if you’d like to contribute your own favorite piece/recording/interpretation in the comments, please do! I’d love to hear what Brahms or his music means to you!

1853 Piano Sonata No. 3 - This always-startling work shows young Brahms at his most ambitious and romantic—pretty much every theme here is exaggerated to an extreme, but it all works because the piano writing is just so good. I remember hearing this live, and I was just shocked that a piano was capable of this range and passion.
1858-9 Serenade No. 1 & 2 - I know these are two separate works, but they were written so close together + pretty much always accompany each other on disc. If you find that a lot of Brahms sounds clogged, overwrought, and somewhat desperate—and, it does, that’s a huge part of the appeal—it’s worth remembering that he was capable of writing pure sunshine a la Haydn, he just, you know, didn’t.
1864 Piano Quintet - If I had to pick just one Brahms chamber work, this would be in the running: it’s intense, dark, stormy. If, on the other hand, you feel like Brahms is unemotional compared with modern composers, try this one on.

1866 Ein Deutsches Requiem - One of my favorite concerts I ever heard was Brahms’ Requiem in Kings College Chapel at Cambridge. It is a beautiful, monumental work: Brahms puts his, I think, natural tendencies towards repression into a work that keeps wanting to explode into grief, but which holds together. The choral writing will send a shiver down your spine. Note also the fundamental humanism here: Brahms, not religious, mines the Old Testament for quotes about death as the ‘end’, and ignores any real conception of heaven. This is music about death with a serious, mature stance.
1868 Hungarian Dances — again, this kind of thing is stereotyped as being outside of Brahms’ fach, but he loved this kind of thing and wrote rather a lot of waltzes and dances. They’re just tremendous fun.
1873 Haydn Variations — I used to think this work was really dull until I heard the right performances of it— Once I understood that Brahms is fundamentally a music lover, someone who took part in the resurrection of baroque music, who saw things in Bach that nobody else did… the Haydn Variations are really kind of a celebration of what the orchestra can do, especially with a tune that’s Alright but not particularly good (and likely not by Haydn anyways). It’s almost a total vindication of the idea of composition. Here’s the tune. Now watch this…

1876 Symphony No. 1 - Popular lore says this symphony took 21 years to write: that’s not exactly true, he probably had some ideas for it early (because what hotshot young composer WOULDN’T start drafting a symphony?) — in reality, this took about 8 years, but, that’s still a lot, remember. In a sense, this work dramatizes his whole early career. The Beethoven quotations in the 4th movement, in a minor key, before surging into late romantic territory are sort of like a belated apology to Schumann: I’m actually not going to be Beethoven 2.0. Unfortunately, as good as the rest of it is (and the rest is very good), for me, the symphony peaks with its introduction: that pounding, thumping statement of mounting pressure. A very good argument for the best panic attack in pre-contemporary music.
1878 Violin Concerto - The Brahms concertos are all pretty wrought-iron: there’s a consistent darkness to them, a thorniness. I think at the moment my favorite is the Double Concerto, but the solo violin concerto is electrifying.
1880 Piano Concerto No. 2 - perhaps the piano concerto that feels most like an extra symphony, I mean, it’s 4 movements and 50 minutes long. That’s not why it’s good—but maybe one day I need to do a Piano Concerto special to explain. It took me a long time to get this one, but again, it’s the monumental scale of Brahms’ classical architecture, that almost converts it into something else.

1883 Symphony No. 3 - The ‘unrequited love’ symphony: a sort of reflection on the whole Clara relationship. It features that gorgeous, incredibly sad waltz in the 3rd movement, but really, it’s all fantastic, especially the lovely, sighing first movement… really, every second of this work is special to me. But………….
1885 Symphony No. 4 - If I had to pick a single Brahms work overall, it would be this one. The 4th is his farewell to the symphony: it is a scream of defiance against all of contemporary music, particularly in the way he looks back to baroque forms in the passacaglia at the end. Ironically, this would become a modernist approach, but here it stands as the greatest statement of someone who didn’t much care what other people were doing, and wanted to write one final masterpieces in the symphonic form used by Haydn and Beethoven.
1887 Double Concerto - Described as “inapproachable and joyless” when it debuted, and I don’t really disagree. You could play it slightly stiffly (as Tetzlaff does) and claim it’s something by Berg and I think you could convince some listeners. But oh man, I just love it so much. It’s like visiting a cemetery.

1891-4 Clarinet Trio & Quintet, Sonatas - Brahms’ late chamber music for clarinet is always described as ‘wintry’, and, it is: with an austere little economy of notes, the absolute rush of nostalgia these evoke should be studied in a lab. This is music to cry to, maybe, but it’s top-shelf crying music. First one I’m going to.
1892-3 20 Keyboard Pieces - Okay, so, technically this is 4 works, but since they all fit on 1 CD, they may as well be listened to together. This is Op 116, 117, 118, and 119, sometimes thought of as a final farewell to Clara. As background music, these might sound like typical sad late-romantic character pieces, but the second you focus on one, hold it under a microscope, hear it live: these are fascinating, intense pieces with a persistent character of wintry despair. But so, so lovely and haunting.
1896 Organ Works - Not an unexpected move, if you’ve been following above, for Brahms to close out his career with chorale preludes—looking intently back to Bach, a last will and testament that is all the more devastating for how restrained it it.

Most of the time, when I publish posts on this substack, I’m trying to draw attention to a fantastic contemporary composer who isn’t very well known. Brahms is, by most accounts, pretty well known. Frequently recorded, often admired… and that is actually the issue. With Brahms, I’m almost writing the reverse of my usual form.

Brahms is too much admired, and too little loved. If I could just do one thing for you all, it’s to get listeners to try again with Brahms’ music, not seeing them as abstract accomplishments of fussy classicism, but as the burningly-intense statements of a unique personality. Someone who could be self-effacing, sarcastic, a hopeless romantic, the patron saint of career anxiety — and above all, classical music written by one of the all-time enjoyers of classical music. If you can hear some of that in Brahms, you’ve discovered a nearly inexhaustible well of musical passion.

In 1876, the symphonic canon had not grown recently. Skeptics would have said it never would. Brahms, under incredible pressure, succeeded in finding a way to extend Classical music, and not by subverting it either. I think that makes him uniquely aspirational to not just musicians, but any artists in the early 21st century.

Well, isn’t all good music?

Still, these are really, really great. I feel like I’ve been extra lucky this past week, just finding slam dunk after slam dunk. My friends: take my advice, pick one of these and give it a spin this week.

Here they all are:

Luis Tinoco (b.1969)
2020 Kokyuu (‘Breath’; concerto for alto saxophone) - 17 '
2022 Cancoes de Trabalho (Three Work Songs) for Soprano and Orchestra - 20 '
2024 Cello Concerto No. 2 (3 movements) - 18 '
2023 Accordion Concerto (2 movements) - 19 '
2019 Entre Silencios (‘Between Silences’; concerto for Clarinet) - 18 '
Ricardo Toscano (Alto Saxophone), Livia Nestrovski (Soprano), Filipe Quaresma (Cello), João Baradas (Accordion), Horácio Ferreira (Clarinet)
Orquestra Metropolitao de Lisboa / Pedro Neves
Orquestra Sinfonica do Porto Casa de Musica / Joana Carmero
Recorded c. 2025, Lisboa & Porto, Portugal
Artway Next0172025 [90]

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Xiaogang Ye (b. 1955)
2019 The Backyard of the Village, Op. 89 - 13 '
2019 The Memories of Mount Jing Gang, Op. 87 - (viola concerto) 13 '
2005 My Faraway Nanjing, Op. 49 (cello concerto) - 16 '
2024 The Loquat in Five Colors, Overture for Orchestra, Op. 108 - 9 '
Diyang Mei (viola), Guy Johnston (cello)
Royal Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra / Dane Lam
Recorded 2024, Philharmonic Hall, Liverpool, England.
Signum Classics SIGCD972 [52]

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Nkeiru Okoye (b.1972)
2023-2024 When the Caged Bird Sings
Part 1: Gather Together in My Name, 20 '
Part 2: Now Sheba Sings the Song, 21 '
Part 3: And Still I Rise, 12 '
Part 4: I Shall Not Be Moved, 12 '
Part 5: A Song Flung Up to Heaven, 14 '
Rita Coburn (Spoken Voice; Celebrant), Angela Brown (Soprano; Mother), Christie Dashiell (Mezzo-Soprano; Cerise), Issachah Savage (Tenor; Guidance Counselor), Jubilant Sykes (Baritone; Father), Cyrus Chesnut (Piano; Minister of Music)
Exigence: A Sphinx Vocal Ensemble
University of Michigan Choirs (Chamber, Orpheus Singers, University Choir) / Eugene Rogers
University of Michigan Symphony Orchestra / Kenneth Kiesler
Recorded 2025 (?), University of Michigan (?), USA
Naxos 8.559953 [78]

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Palle Mikkelborg (b. 1941)
1969 Bill Evans Suite (for Orchestra + Jazz Piano Trio, 6 movements) - 31 '
Thomas Clausen (b.1949)
2023 For Pi (for Jazz Piano Trio) - 6 '
Claus Ogerman (1930-2016)
1974 Symbiosis (for Orchestra + Jazz Piano Trio, 2 movements) - 44 '
Thomas Clausen Trio (Piano, Double Bass, Drums)
Anders Malta (Trumpet)
Singapore Symphony Orchestra / Jean Thorel
Recorded Jan. 5-7, 2023, Live at the Esplanade Concert Hall, Singapore
Pentatone PTC5187510 [80]

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Didem Başar (b. 1974)
Echoes of the Throne Room (Orch. by Judith Steenbrink) - 5 '
Tineke Steenbrink (b. 1977)
Frate Vento - 5 '
Angelus Bells (Orch. by Judith Steenbrink) - 4 '
Walking in the Desert - 8 '
Judith Steenbrink (b. 1977) & Dimitrius Cantemir (1673-1723)
Heaven Lives in the Other - 4 '
Judith Steenbrink (b. 1977)
Welcome - 4 '
Lauda - 5 '
Sia Laudato San Francesco - 5 '
Ufki (1610-1675)
Muhayyer Semai (Orch. by Judith Steenbrink) - 4 '
Tabassian (b. 1976)
Bood Amma Naboud (Orch. by Judith Steenbrink) - 6 '
Dream of Hope (Orch. by Judith Steenbrink) - 8 '
Constantinope, Holland Baroque
Pentatone PTC 5187495 [58]

(technically a live performance video but come on!)

I’ll start with Portuguese composer Luis Tinoco. I’d actually heard him before—I think 2 separate albums of his work—and I confess to not getting it at all. I know this substack gives the impression that I sort of like everything, but that’s not true at all: I just don’t see the point of spending time to give a lukewarm, or even negative review. But my first encounters with Tinoco left me feeling like I was missing something.

But one of my listening creeds is to keep revisiting things, because you never know when something’ll click. For me, this double album of concertos is what made Tinoco click, and I am delighted to recommend it to you.

In a sense, every work presented here is rather similar, and I will sort of treat them as a single mass. Before anyone objects to that remark, or feels that it is a slight against Tinoco, I don’t agree at all: there are a lot of great baroque & classical composers who had a particular style, and mostly wrote in that mode. But it is a fact that all 5 of these concertos are sort of sparse, shadowy, not actively dissonant but very light on melody. Instead, you get a lot of atmosphere, a lot of texture. You could probably fairly compare Tinoco to Brian Eno, but heavier.

I think, by the way, that’s why I prefer my Tinoco orchestrated rather than chamber/solo instruments. The weight of the orchestra gives these soundscapes an immersive quality. There’s something very noir about the saxophone concerto (almost certainly on purpose), something very rainy and nocturnal, with a sort of occasional timpani pulse…

Tinoco’s solo instruments stand out from the orchestral backdrop by these moments of color and flashes of directionality, none of which is long enough to be described as a tune, but which really do make for fascinating and deeply evocative listening.

Let me also highlight as a favorite piece the 3 “Work Songs”. They are certainly cut from the same cloth as his concerti, but Livia Nestrovski is able to create so many shades and nuances within them. What a singer she is, by the way! Worth bookmarking her to follow her future work, I’d say.

The Tinoco concertos remind me of the very best of abstract, contemporary art. There’s a lot of unusual colors and imposing, block-like forms, and I think you can’t help but feel a little disoriented: but in a very good way. You could have these as background music but resist the impulse; I promise it’s worth it.

Xiaogang Ye or possibly Ye Xiaogang, depending on how you want to do the whole name thing, is a contemporary composer with at least 7 symphonies composed since 1985. His emphasis is undoubtedly on Chinese culture and history: he has a Great Wall Symphony, a Cantonese Suite, Sichuan Image, a Pipa Concerto, etc. He also apparently has a ‘response’ to Mahler’s Song of the Earth but more, like, actually Chinese. I love that work, but Ye is correct that Mahler’s music is only passingly Chinese. Hm. Ye. Okay, that’s a bit funny, given the other musical artist known as Ye.

Paul RW Jackson in his MWI review points out that Ye has a more ‘popular’ and a more ‘adventurous’ style, and this disc collects 4 works in the former category. I previously heard, and loved Ye’s Songs of Farewell without Words, I think I would put that inching more towards ‘adventurous’. But frankly, there’s no need to discriminate: if anything, I think it’s probably a great sign of genius to be able to write both compelling accessible music and daring, complex music.

Let’s not get carried away; I don’t think I’d call any of this ‘light music’. It’s tuneful and accessible, but you’re still ultimately hearing something original. I actually think a comparison to the French modernist composers would not be out of line. There were several moments during these lovely tone poems where I thought “here’s a successor to Debussy”. Tell me if Backyard of the Village doesn’t remind you of La Mer, sort of.

The Memories of Mount Jing Gang is a sort of viola concerto elegy (for a battle from the Chinese Civil War). And let’s pair that with My Faraway Nanjing, which is a cello concerto written to commemorate the Japanese invasion of Nanjing in 1937. Do not expect screaming romanticism for Ye’s commemoration of either of these massacres. His style is much more lyrical, subtle, and prone to these sort of contrasting interludes which, I believe, are meant to depict the environment surrounding the battles. It’s an interesting approach, and I’d understand if the listener did not feel like these were, subjectively speaking, elegiac. But I think they gain a dimension if you try to understand the understated, almost serene way that Ye pays tribute to these atrocities. There’s something, dare I say, ‘classical’ about it, and then as purely musical works, these are both so gorgeous and watercolor-y. The viola sounds a good bit like the erhu, in fact, I’ll admit, with apologies to all Chinese music fans, that I actually thought this was an erhu concerto — but, see, this is a really interesting feature of Ye’s blending of Chinese and Western musical traditions. It doesn’t need to be an erhu, because it’s erhu-ic writing for the viola. See? No, I don’t think that’s the adjectival form of erhu, I just wish it was.

The last piece is an overture based on a region of the North China plains, I believe, and it’s got that kind of…. Smetana/Dvorak/Grieg approach— colorful, lyrical, folky, and quite lovely.

If you don’t know this Ye, start with this album, and if you do, this is one of his very best.

Number 3 brings us to Nkeiru Okoye, my favorite of the 5 I’m offering today. All are special in their own, different ways, but this one really has my heart.

This is the first full album dedicated to Okoye (thank you, Naxos!) but I knew I recognized her name from somewhere: she’s featured on Kaleidoscope, which is a first-class piano recital from 2024. Isabel Dobarro was the pianist.

Anyways, there’s a difference between hearing a 3-minute sketch for piano and a full-length oratorio, so this is really the recorded world’s introduction to Okoye.

First I have to talk about the genre. This is an oratorio, as in, a genuine, actual, religious oratorio. The musical antecedents are, according to Okoye, Black religious music in America, rather than Lutheran hymnody, but it is a successor to the works of Handel and Bach, and more recently, I suppose, Tippett (I actually think this would make fascinating paired listening with Child of Our Time, which also draws on Black music). The theme is explicitly religious, the plot concerns a young woman named Cerise growing up, facing racial bullying & discrimination, and learning to trust in God’s plan for her life and celebrate her identity.

I’m going to go on record as saying that’s an excellent story for a contemporary oratorio.

And, with that, I want to just briefly mention the libretto—to get everything else out of the way before we go on to the music. Okoye’s concept was to use the poetry of Maya Angelou, which is, again, a fantastic idea. This is mixed, then, with religious texts—prayers and hymns and such. I think perhaps the libretto strays from excellence in some of the non-poetic spoken word sections: but, this is a minor quibble.

But, that aside, what an incredible musical experience this is. Okoye is a genuine polystylist. Many people want to be polystylists, but most lack the talent & encyclopedic interest to pull it off. But Okoye genuinely goes through about 4 different genres per minute, and she keeps that rate up throughout the piece, which hugely contributes to the sense of exuberance and universality. This is a piece of music that aims to encompass quite a lot: Okoye has described it as ‘celebrating and uplifting black women’.

It would be impossible and inadvisable for me to try to list all of Okoye’s influences— you get a lot of gospel, a lot of opera, a lot of gorgeous orchestral writing, moments of minimalism, some jazz piano…

This is a beautiful, profound, ultimately hopeful yet-unafraid-to-consider-darkness piece of eclectic music. It’s that sense of play and inspiration that make it so fantastic, I think. I suspect it will end up being one of 2026’s best, so go listen now!

I think my second-favorite from today’s list is Symbiosis.

If you don’t know Bill Evans— of course you do, right? Bill Evans. The jazz piano guy. He’s on the 1 jazz album that everyone knows, Kind of Blue.

I have always loved Bill Evans’ solo career, I think he managed to create some of the most profoundly sad music in all of jazz— You Must Believe in Spring, for example. Much earlier, you have Waltz for Debby, Conversations with Myself, and the super-famous Portrait in Jazz. I think these are all masterpieces.

I think also, by the way, that there’s always something very tricky in talking about Bill Evans. James Kaplan talks about this in his 3 Shades of Blue, which I read last year. Fun book, by the way. Evans was kind of an outlier in the world of ‘50s and ‘60s hard bop, in that he had a particular style informed directly by classical composers, especially Debussy. Not, by the way, that this interest would have been unusual. All the jazz greats listened to & enjoyed the major 20th-century composers. This isn’t the place to go into more depth there, but—

Sometimes Bill Evans, I think, is given too much credit for being a classicist, because he was one of the very few white musicians in the golden age of Jazz. Yet, that was inarguably how he developed his style: and it was not how most other jazz musicians developed theirs.

So the problem becomes when listeners attribute to Evans particular sensitivity, feeling, depth: these kind of nebulous terms that sometimes, but do not always, stem from implicit (or, explicit) racism. His compositional style is deeply impressionistic, it is, maybe, a little colder and more introspective than many jazz pianists, and probably has a lot more Zen philosophy in it (Evans was deeply interested in Eastern religions).

If all of this sounds like a very fussy preamble, it’s because I both adore the music of Bill Evans, and have always harbored suspicions that he essentially just benefits from being a white guy who plays jazz having come from a classical background.

But, alright, none of this makes Evans invalid as a musician, and in fact it sets him up very nicely for classical composers to play with. And play they did: Palle Mikkelborg in 1969 composed a suite for orchestra + jazz piano trio based on themes from pieces by Evans.

I’ve read 2 different reviewers who were a bit sniffy about Mikkelborg’s writing. It is kind of…of its time, maybe a touch saccharine and “sweeping”, but I honestly think the transitions into jazz kind of balance this out a little. I loved it, and if that makes me tacky or tasteless, so be it! Note too that the pianist in the jazz trio here is not Bill Evans, who was unable to attend these recording sessions, being dead. Thomas Clausen plays here instead, and, very big shoes to fill but I think he’s really up to the task. Not everything he plays sounds exactly like something Evans would have played, but, who would want that anyways? It’s what it says on the album cover: a tribute.

For PI is, begins as, a ‘pure’ jazz track, for piano trio + trumpet, and, it sorta made me go “aw, I want to listen to more jazz this year”. It has some very light orchestral touches, particularly to the end, and I guess they are less sugary than Mikkelborg’s, but in a similar vein, if we’re being honest.

Finally, Symbiosis, which was composed by Ogerman in 1974 for an album on which Evans played. It was in that whole era of what is called “Third Wave Jazz,” where composers and jazz musicians were interested in trying to marry improvised jazz with composed-classical music. My impression is that at the time, both camps wrote these experiments off for the most part (with the exception of Davis’ Sketches of Spain) but I think we’re due a reevaluation. I think a lot of these might be really interesting. Symbiosis is, anyways.

As I understand, there were some issues with the scores, which have not survived, but musicologist Ding Jian Han has reconstructed the score from the performance on record, which sounds both kind of fun and also unbelievably aggravating. Anyways, so, what that basically makes this, I suppose, is nothing more complex than a rather unique Piano Concerto with cadenzas composed by Bill Evans. Well, it’s a truly remarkable one. I suppose it’s significantly more jazz than classical, but the orchestra is very, very much appreciated, and they acquit themselves well.

Hey, while we’re on the subject, this is the Singapore Symphony Orchestra, whose Mozart Violin Concertos with Chua in 2025 are a personal reference recording.

Let’s close out on something very different.

Constantinople are an ensemble specializing in medieval Persian & Ottoman music, and then Holland Baroque are obviously a European early music outfit. They’ve come together for an album inspired a 1219 meeting between St Francis of Assisi and Sultan Malik Al-Kamil during the 5th crusade. This was an attempt at an interfaith dialogue, as the album title implies.

So that’s the theme. East meets West in early music. The lyricists include Ali Ufki (born Wojciech Bobowski) a Polish poet who became an Ottoman citizen in the 17th century, as well as 20th century poets. Some fun characters here. It’s got kind of a bit of everything in it.

I am not an expert in early music from any locale, and in fact I usually avoid it. But I took a chance here because I thought the story seemed interesting and cute. Man, did it pay off! The music here is so fresh, enthusiastic, and fun, I don’t see how it could fail to win over any listener. I guess, though, in a way, this isn’t quite early music: I am unclear on the exact genesis of these pieces, but they all seem to have been composed by someone born quite recently. I do not know if they are based on traditional tunes, or, what’s going on here. It certainly feels both authentically centuries-old, and yet, I would also believe that they were written to give that impression or feel. I guess what I’m saying is if I ever make a film about, like, a Silk Road merchant traveling from Samarkand to Rome, I’m hiring these two groups. A lot of it does actually feel quite cinematic.

I think the instruments used are pretty fun, too. I don’t know what all of them are, but there’s some lovely lyre-like sounds, some bowed things, various kinds of flutes, church bells. The vocals are mainly, I think, Eastern rather than Western, but that works fine because that is just a beautiful vocal tradition. There’s also a lot of fun percussion, which I appreciate. Nothing too obtrusive, but it all contributes to the sense of a festival.

Whoever wrote it, and when, the main essential thing is just how exuberant, how well-paced, well-recorded, and vibrant each and every track is. There’s a real kind of party atmosphere, a sense of joy and energy and vividness.

Something that I’ve always said is that whatever political relations may exist between two cultures, nations, races, or groups, the musicians probably like each other. Art recognizes art, and being committed to an art often (but not always) forces you to have a grudging respect for other arts, even ones very different from your own. It would be too much to extrapolate from that that art is the key to political harmony, but, I don’t think it’d hurt either. So, yes, it’s sort of sweet to think about all these different dialogues— solo instrument + orchestra in Tinoco, China & Western Classical in Ye, Gospel and Opera in Okoye, Jazz and Classical in Symbiosis, and, of course, Europe and the Near East in Dialogos.

Five wonderful albums. Been a great week for music, for me.

Have you heard any of these? Do you agree or disagree with my reviews? Are you curious about them to look any up? Let me know what you think in the comments!

(Pictured: Nkeiru Okoye)

“The Weird Al of Nashville”, they call him. (They being the Nashville Business Journal)

Now, the song’s a gem, right? Mr. Hazard (real name Jonathan A Shayne, but let’s stick to the stage name) is singing a song nominally within the conventions of country music—that’s the first thing I want to point out that other analysts overlook. The nostalgic pose is an absolute necessity in bluegrass (think Uncle Pen by Bill Monroe). Not all of them, but many of the genre’s legends sing as if their music is of a previous era. That’s part of the self-identification of the whole style. This is, to me, what actually makes the twist so funny. The twist being that the lead singer’s father was a composer of strict, emotionally challenging atonal music, in the style of Schoenberg, Berg, Webern, Cage, etc. That, too, is a historic movement now. Atonality has, in many senses, come and gone: it should feel as wound up with the decades of, oh, 1910-1950 as swing jazz or great Depression dustbowl ballads.

And yet it doesn’t. Right? I find that interesting. A lot of this music has remained completely fresh, even futuristic, for a century.

But the other aspect of nostalgia is having formed some kind of emotional bond with something. When you hear a song that’s so [four-year-span-when-you-went-to-college], and all the production choices, lyrics, singing style take you right back to a different time in your life. That’s musical nostalgia. And, forgive me for dissecting Merle Hazard’s joke, but it is difficult, if not impossible, to imagine somebody forming that sort of bond with ‘atonal music’. Isn’t it?

If you’ve never seen the clip, please treat yourself. It begins with a conversation between Hazard & his producer, who gives a thumbs down to the idea of a bluegrass song about ‘how hyperinflation in the Weimar Republic led to the rise of fascism’, but grudgingly allows him to go ahead with his track about his father, the atonal composer.

The lyrics are delightful in a way that very few musical satires actually land:

My dad was a composer,
Modern was his style.
His music always made you think,
It never made you smile.

This is where I really want to begin my very personal reflection this week. There, right in front of you, is an analysis of atonality that I would say is even on the charitable side of what you sometimes read.

My contention is going to be that ‘atonal’ music has largely been scapegoated: much of it is not as bad as the public thinks, some of it is even wonderful. But it isn’t just sort of considered unpleasant, or dreaded, it seems to me that for a lot of the listening public, atonal music is a sort of malicious force, and atonal composers were people who took ‘art’ away from them.

[To be clear, I’m not claiming Merle Hazard are doing this. I think the song is a delightfully funny way to open, but what I’m really talking about here is something different.]

I have this impression largely from the way people talk online, but sometimes in concerts as well. I think anyone who’s spent time on musical fora with a large number of new / casual listeners will know exactly what I’m talking about. Atonal music is not only impossible to like, it was almost a force that ‘ruined’ classical music.

The figure most often scapegoated in this way is Arnold Schoenberg.

Again, I don’t have a specific comment that I’m reacting to here, but a groundwater cultural impression that Schoenberg was a kind of ‘evil genius’ of music, who wrote difficult, unenjoyable music which, nevertheless, demarcates a dividing line in the history of art music. Before Schoenberg, classical music was inherently at least listenable. You can sit down with absolutely any work by Mendelssohn, Tchaikovsky, and Dvorak and be pretty confident it won’t upset you. Since, and really, because of Schoenberg, the claim goes, a lot of art music since then has been ugly, difficult to listen to. People like Stockhausen, Boulez, Cage.

This is, anyways, what a lot of people on Reddit and YouTube seem to think about the history of music, and I’ve encountered this idea in real life as well from people wit whom I regularly discuss music. I disagree passionately. I think that this is exactly the wrong way to understand 20th- and 21st-century music, I think it is grotesquely unfair to a lot of composers I myself have grown to actually love—not just respect, but enjoy. I think I’ve spent enough time with people who have that opinion that it’s become an issue I really care about, and I want to try to set down here, in writing, what I think instead. And I’m going to do it in the form of a dialogue, because it feels apt here. What I want to do is argue that a position is wrong—I don’t have an essay or article handy that makes that claim, because I see it far more often in amateur classical music listeners. So we shall invent one. Here is a little dialogue, between A, short for “…And in the Scherzo…” naturally, or maybe ‘Atonal’, and, let’s go with B, for, the guy in the dialogue who isn’t A. B loves classical music particularly from the common practice period: he likes Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, Brahms, etc. He’s not opposed to 20th-century music, there are bits in Ravel, Prokofiev, maybe even Shostakovich, that he enjoys. But he is highly suspicious of composers who wrote music without tunes. Again, this is a position I understand. I don’t want B to be a caricature. B is based on people I know & respect, just disagree with.

B: Well, hang on— let’s be clear that you and I are not actually starting that far apart, are we? The music that means the most to you is tonal also. You like Mahler, Bruckner, Strauss, Wagner… skirting the edges, sure, but primarily tonal. When you hear Rachmaninoff’s second piano concerto, you go ‘wow, that’s beautiful,’ — how many atonal pieces do you have that sort of intense, emotional reaction to?

A: A fair point. I think there are some atonal works in that camp, but, yes, I confess not very many. That’s not a huge problem, though, I’d say: there’s a lot of baroque and classical music that I love and admire and enjoy that isn’t primarily about moving me as a listener.

B: What are these atonal works that you actually love?

A: Well, let’s say Wozzeck, or Berg’s Violin Concerto.

B: Hang on, Berg’s sort of an exception, I think. He feels a lot closer to Mahler, to late-romanticism. When I talk about atonal music that I dislike, I’m not really talking about him.

A: Pierrot Lunaire, then. I genuinely cherish and love that work.

B: Okay, but this sets up an argument I knew you were going to make eventually. Atonal music is at its best exploring those difficult, grotesque emotions. Pierrot is drunk, morbid, rambling; it’s music that can shock at best because… it’s bad.

A: Was that an argument I was going to make?

B: Definitely! Defenders of atonal music often point to its success in film, but they neglect the context: atonal moments are there to portray a character as unhinged, or completely emotionally broken.

A: Well, before we move on from this idea, isn’t that a fine thing for art to do? Isn’t it good that we have art that’s capable of handling those feelings?

B: Sure, I’m not opposed to moments of atonality. But as a system…and this is the fundamental problem, isn’t it. Schoenberg & Co. didn’t claim they were inventing a technique that you could deploy sometimes, they were inventing a system of composition.

A: I think I’m less interested in how artists within a movement perceived their own movement. There’s always a lot of hyperbole. I think it’s just in the nature of artists. I don’t think that needs to bother us as listeners.

B: In fact, Schoenberg said, didn’t he, that serialism would “ensure the supremacy of German music for the next century”? I think part of what’s off-putting about atonal composers has always been their posturing as these intellectuals who are ‘better’ than the rest of us.

A: I’m glad you brought that up: it’s a quote that gets thrown around a lot by Schoenberg’s detractors, and I’ve always found it hideously unfair. Schoenberg was Jewish, and constantly being persecuted by the censors for what they perceived as subversive art. One of the first critics of Schoenberg declared that the problem with atonality was that it ran counter to the “German spirit”. In that light, I’ve always thought that he was trying to get ahead of his critics. He was proud of being German, sure, and proud of his music, and he really wanted other people to accept his innovation, rather than seeing it as a betrayal of German values. Recall, of course, that he was chased out of Europe by the Nazis, and settled pretty happily in California.

B: Okay, but it’s hard to argue that Schoenberg wasn’t a smug intellectual. His music feels smug and intellectual. There’s relatively little feeling there, even compared to—you mentioned Berg earlier. People like that.

A: Right, but a difficult, complicated person can innovate great art. And I don’t think he was quite as doctrinaire as is sometimes supposed. He himself was constantly evolving over the course of his career, and he had a friendship with, and admiration for George Gershwin. He even defended Gershwin as a ‘serious composer’. And atonal Gershwin was not.

B: That’s true. But then, are we back at the position where atonalism can be used to add the flavor of emotional distress or mental breakdown, but no more than that? Because if so, again, I could accept that. But it doesn’t seem to be the way most atonal composers use it.

A: Atonalism’s a technique. Some writers will use it that way, but they don’t all have to.

B: Stop, stop— this is what I’m complaining about, though. You people are so reluctant to admit that to any normal listener, atonalism sounds ‘bad’ — even when I’m willing to concede that it’s useful for music to sometimes sound bad on purpose. That, to me, sounds like the common sense position.

A: My problem is that the common sense position need not be correct. You know Ravel’s Piano Concerto in G?

B: Certainly. Not atonal.

A: No, no, right—but I once played it for a non-classical music friend who insisted that the piece sounded eerie and creepy. From his reference point, listening to mainly electronic instruments over a strong downbeat, this came across as much more formless and unpredictable, and so what sounds cheery and sunshiney to you and me sounds ‘wrong’ to him.

B: But atonalism sounds bad to people who listen to a lot of classical music.

A: But not a lot of atonal music. You would agree, I think, that the ‘common sense’ western listener doesn’t necessarily understand the emotional affect in Chinese classical music?

B: Of course. But Schoenberg wasn’t Chinese, as far as I’m aware.

A: I guess I’m trying to get to the idea that different genres can have their own conventions, and a listener who isn’t trained in those conventions won’t be able to intuitively grasp them. For all we talk about music as a universal language, it’s nothing like one.

B: Aha, now I’ve really got you. Because, to the extent that I agree with that statement, it plays into my argument. Atonalism is classical music, it’s part of the western classical tradition. They used forms like the symphony, concerto, string quartet, theme & variations, etc. And by those conventions, atonality sounds bad. Second, the very point of the atonalists was to throw off those conventions. You’re using something they rejected in order to give them credit!

A: Every modernist movement was about throwing off conventions, but every modernist movement produced, indisputably, art. Ulysses, Guernica, Citizen Kane, and atonalism. All of a piece.

B: Yeah but my point is more like this— if an atonal piece establishes itself by the conventions of classical music, it’s called, I don’t know, String Quartet No. 1, I. Allegro Moderato. And then, by the conventions of classical harmony, it’s all just random noise… then what other, external conventions am I supposed to appeal to in order to understand it?

A: I think it probably depends on the piece.

B: Sure, but you can see my problem with the genre, then. The music by itself inherently sounds bad, and you have to appeal to various extramusical ideas to make it ‘not’ sound bad. This is my gripe with all modern music, really.

A: Not ‘all’ surely. I’d argue that there’s actually quite a lot of—

B: But you know what I mean! Classical music in the 19th century had to rely on the music itself. You can listen to any of it, and it all at least sounds good. Most modern art music requires you to have some kind of extra-musical conception in order to ‘get’ the piece. It’s music to think about and go, ‘ah, I get it’. Not music that you love with your heart.

A: I think this is a lot to pin on the atonalists.

B: Why, though? They were the first to produce this kind of music, and the art world elites went crazy for them.

A: Well… were they? I think a lot of what you’re saying about Schoenberg was said about JS Bach.

B: That’s a ridiculous comparison!

A: I don’t think so! Both were, in a sense, ideological composers. Both are criticized for pieces that feel too little and think too much. Bach’s intricate counterpoint is a system, just as Schoenberg’s, equally academic, atonal writing.

B: Bach’s conveys beauty, though. Counterpoint is good to listen to. Schoenberg’s is ugly.

A: Bach’s can be beautiful. I think it requires some buy-in, though. Again, if you take a man-on-the-street listener, I think a lot of Bach can sound mechanical and dry. Both represent a worldview, though. Bach’s represents the enlightenment view of a divinely-ordered, mechanically arranged universe.

B: Exactly! A beautiful premise for art.

A: But not, strictly speaking, true. What we know today about physics, biology, math… Bach’s worldview is based on a sort of misunderstanding.

B: Is Schoenberg’s also not?

A: I’m not so sure. He believed in ‘the emancipation of dissonance’, in a sense, the ultra-democratic idea that there should not be a hierarchy of notes. What if every sound has treated equally, as individual pitches without any preconceived tendencies. Maybe that’s why Schoenberg adapted to America so well.

B: I’m actually shocked to hear that the point wasn’t ugliness.

A: The point was never ugliness! That’s something that people believe, in my opinion, totally unjustly. Dissonance still sounds and feels ugly to the average listener, so most composers will use atonality for that, sure. But that doesn’t mean it was the goal of Schoenberg’s innovations.

B: I mean, but, ultimately, can we change the way we hear things? Can I help it that I hear this music as unpleasant and unlikable?

A: …I suspect so, but I’m not really sure to what extent. I know in my life that a lot of the music I like now, I didn’t at first.

B: Is this Stockholm Syndrome’ing yourself into liking a composer?

A: No, I don’t think it feels that way to me. I see it more like learning a new language. German, or Arabic, or whatever — might sound aggressive or ugly to you at first, and gaining fluency takes effort, but the reward is a new appreciation for beauty once you’ve managed.

B: Not doing a lot to confront the image of atonalists as smug, there.

A: Oh but everything of value takes work. Everything! You may have grown up with classical music but I did not—and I genuinely had to work to understand, like, Schumann. Robert, to be clear, I mean here.

B: Yes but, see, I know for a fact that you haven’t managed with most of those 2nd generation atonalists. You might genuinely enjoy listening to Schoenberg and Webern, for whatever perverse reasons, but how do you feel about Stockhausen, Sciarrino, Lang, Cage, Feldman…

A: Well, right. I’m not there yet, but I’m okay with saying that I’m not there yet.

B: Should this make me suspicious of your defense of atonalism? That you don’t actually enjoy all those people who—by the way—were trained by Schoenberg?

A: I think we can differentiate Schoenberg as composer from Schoenberg as teacher. I don’t know that I need to love his students in order to say that I genuinely enjoy his music.

B: Is ‘enjoy’ the right word, actually?

A: Yes! I think so.

B: But surely you see how that music comes directly out of Schoenberg and his ilk. Once you have the idea that music doesn’t need a tonal structure, it’s easy to go, ‘well, it also doesn’t need rhythm, conventional instruments, timing, etc.’ And now we have all those art compositions that are just random bleeps and crashes.

A: I still think this is pinning too much on one guy. Yes, Schoenberg taught many students who went on to be important composers. Not all of them in that school—and, of course, it would also be self-selecting. You probably don’t go to Schoenberg if you want to write tonal music.

B: I’ll agree with that!

A: But more importantly, it’s not as though Schoenberg is the one intervening event between tonal classical music and today. Right? You would agree that the difference between our world & Tchaikovsky’s world is not solely reducible to the second Viennese School.

B: Sure.

A: In fact, the ‘random beeps and crashes’ school that you’re referring to is mostly from composers associated with the Darmstadter Ferienkurse, which emerged right after World War II in direct response to the trauma of the holocaust. It’s like Adorno saying there can be no poetry after Auschwitz. If you’re looking for the ultimate gulf between art music and audiences, I think I’d look at the material history of the 20th century first and foremost.

B: But it doesn’t still need to be—

A: But it isn’t! I think people vastly overestimate what percent of art-music composers have ever been Darmstadt-adjacent. But right now? Barely any.

B: Why does it feel like such a huge percentage, then?

A: I think because those people tend to make headlines. Cage is a good example of this, by the way. I think I see Cage-as-a-punchline at least 100 times for every one time I see someone actually talking about something he wrote (*that isn’t 4’33). And not to put too fine a point on it, but Cage died in 1992. Nono in 1990, Stockhausen in 2007, and Boulez in 2016. Darmstadt-style music really peaked in the ‘50s, ‘60s, and ‘70s.

B: Let’s go back to the classic 1st wave of atonalism. Let’s say that we both like Berg, but Schoenberg is too cold and unemotive for me, at least right now. There’s too much baggage there. What would you recommend I try listening to?

Well, I’m so glad you asked. And here we can return to …AITS… as usual, for a very brief pitch for a recent, underrated art music album (or, three), here with the additional claim that it really helped me enjoy classic atonalism, away from the ‘big 3’ of the 2nd Vienna School. I hope it can do the same for you!

Elizabeth Lutyens (1906-1983)
Piano Works Volume 1, 2, 3
(1)
Seven Preludes, Op. 126 (1978) 20 '
The Great Seas, Op. 132 (1979) 17 '
Five Impromptus, Op. 116 (1977) 10 '
Plenum I, Op. 86 (1972) 13 '
La Natural dell’Acqua, Op. 154 (1981) 7 '
(2)
The Check Book (1937) - 12 movements, 11 '
Three Improvisations (1948) 4 '
Five Intermezzi, Op. 9 (1941) 5 '
Five Bagatelles, Op. 49 (1962) 6 '
Piano e Forte, Op. 43 (1956) 12 '
The Ring of Bone, Op. 106 (1975) 11 '
Maybe — Encore, Op. 159 (1982) 7 '
Sonata Movement (Allegro Molto) (1933?) 5 '
(3)
Overture (1944) 1 '
Berceuse (1944) 2 '
Barcarolle (1944) 3 '
Helix, Op. 68 (1967) 9 '
Holiday Diary (1949) - 7 movements, 29 '
Bagatelles [Books 1, 2, 3], Op. 141 (1979) - 6 movements, 4 movements, 7 movements, 12 ' + 8 ' + 11 '
Danse Souvenance (1944) 2 '
Martin Jones (Piano)
Recorded 28 April, 2021 (1), 2022 (2), 2023 (3) Wyastone Concert Hall, Monmouth, UK
Resonus RES10291 [68] (1), RES10306 [63] (2), RES10331 [78] (3)

It was this series—I think I came in on volume 2, but have heard the rest since—that really opened my eyes to the expressive possibilities of atonal writing. Elizabeth Lutyens was an interesting character, of which I’ll just provide one quote from the wikipedia article:

Lutyens was interviewed, in June 1975, by the historian, Brian Harrison, as part of the Suffrage Interviews project, titled Oral evidence on the suffragette and suffragist movements: the Brian Harrison interviews. She reflected on theosophy and its influence on women’s suffrage, lesbianism in the suffrage movement and Edwardian attitudes towards sex and contraception…

Not your run-of-the-mill composer, then. She struggled with depression for much of her life, and absolutely tore up her contemporary British composers Vaughan Williams, Holst, Ireland, and Bax, calling them “the cowpat school” [with] “folky-wolky melodies on the cor anglais.”

I can hear B starting to object again that the atonalists are smug intellectuals, but the truth is composers have always laid into each other. Didn’t Tchaikovsky call Brahms a “giftless bastard”?

The point is, I think Lutyens’ music forms a nice entrypoint for atonalism. Her outlook on life was clearly rather austere and harsh (but then again, so was Van Gogh’s. Or Plath’s) — but at least in her art she is capable of again and again turning that austerity into something visionarily beautiful.

David McDade’s review for MWI of vol. 1 cites composers like Chopin and Debussy for comparison. I think that’s a helpful way to approach Lutyens. Just because she used Schoenbergian techniques doesn’t mean her music need to be heard as dry and academic. Actually, there’s nothing dry and academic here, and Martin Jones deserves quite a lot of credit for finding the internal logic and story behind each movement, whether a 60-second impromptu or the 17-minute tone poem for piano that is “The Great Seas”. There is something very oceanic about Lutyens’ technique.

In Volume 2 we hear some of her non atonal works, dances, genuine jokes, and a vast emotional range. Vol. 1 is useful for drawing you into the poetic world of Elizabeth Lutyens, but Vol. 2 begins to hint at the range. On Vol. 3, try the Bagatelles: all 17 of them, and if you really slow down and pause between each one, you will see that she manages to convey, truly, all kinds of different emotions, ideas, and affects.

What’s the bottom line here? Am I really going to argue that it is possible that the composer who will make the most converts to atonalism is not any of the big names: not Schoenberg or Webern but a series of 3 piano albums by a 2,000-monthly-listens composer who, as far as I can tell, only has 7 total albums on Spotify?

Yes, I am.

Oh and, yknow, Merle Hazrd + Band went under the auspices of Alex Ross to Schoenberg’s house to have a conversation with Larry Schoenberg, youngest son of Arnold. The interview is absolutely worth it—even if it doesn’t go into very much depth. The 12-tone adaptation of Turkey in the Straw by Alison Brown? That’s just magnificent. Quote Brown, "My music training is more saloon than salon"— ugh, fantastic.

Larry, “So, this is maybe the first time we’ve ever had a banjo in the Schoenberg house...”

[also learned that Larry Schoenberg was a high school calculus teacher. That somehow fits......like, exactly.]

Gimme some of that ol’ atonal music,
I love those random hops!
I’ve tried to write that way myself,
But I’m not as skilled as Pops.

B: But you know, it’s not like most of the composers you feature here are atonal, even.

A: I concede that point. But the thing is, the existence of atonalism is a gift for tonal composers as well. If you can write without tonality—if you can make a career writing without tonality, then every tonal composition becomes a choice on an even more fundamental level. The decision to have a certain kind of tonality, among all the possible options, arguably makes contemporary tonal compositions even more of a choice, and thus, even more intentional.

B: And that’s good because…?

A: Well, gives the art-lovers one more thing to think about, I guess.

In my opinion, the organ is one of the great marvels of human engineering. They are so, so complex— well, on the one hand, very simple in conception [push air through tube=produce pitch], but so, so complex when you get down to the finer details. They have gigantic range, gigantic dynamic contrast, and a palette unsurpassed until electronic instruments were invented in the 20th century. The vocabulary alone would take a small volume. Take a look at the organ specification list for, oh, I don’t know, what comes up on Google first: the Mormon Tabernacle Choir organ. Ask yourself how much of this you already know/understand:

Man I just love hearing the Plein Jeu V 2’ on the Swell (enclosed) manual III, don’t you? I truly love this stuff, I cannot tell you how much joy it brings me.

It is my contention that almost everyone could enjoy organ music more than they do, so here are 5 albums I’ve met this year which fit the bill. If you already like organ music, pick any of these, otherwise, check my descriptions below and see what looks good!

Philip Glass (b. 1937)
Dance No. 4 (1979) - 21 '
Mad Rush (1979) - 11 '
Dance No. 2 (1978) - 24 '
Music in Contrary Motion (1969) - 12 '
King: Part 3 (from “Satyagraha, Act III”) (1980) - 9 '
Donald Joyce
Recorded 13-15 April 1993 on the Anton Heiller Memorial Organ, Southern Adventist University, Collegedale, Tennessee, USA.
BMG Music, Catalyst 09026-61825-2 [77]
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Michael Finnissy (b. 1946)
Organ Symphony No. 1 (2002-2003) - 22 '
7 Hymn-Tune Preludes (2012-2022) - 26 '
Organ Symphony No. 2 (2003-2005) - 18 '
Organ Symphony No. 3 (1962, rev. 2008-2009) - 3 movements, 14 '
…ere the set of sun… (1965) - 3 '
Xunthaeresis (1967) - 5 '
Blackburn (2022) - 14 '
Organ Symphony No. 4 (2006-2008) - 33 '
Forrest Eimold
Recorded 2022, on the Blackburn Cathedral Organ, Blackburn, UK, and 2023 on the Harvard Memorial Chapel Organ, Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA.
Metier MEX77208 [134]

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Marcel Dupré (1886-1971)
3 Preludes and Fugues, Op. 7 (1912) - 27 '
Charles-Marie Widor (1844-1937)
Trois nouvelles pièces, Op. 87 (1934) - 17 '
Jean-Jacques Grunenwald (1911-1982)
Diptyque liturgique (1956) - 16 '
Daniel Roth (b.1942)
Fantaisie fuguée sur “Regina caeli” (2007) - 10 '
Karol Mossakowski
Recorded 2025 at the Saint-Sulpice Cavaille-Coll Organ, Paris, France.
Aeolus AE11491 [68]

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Youtube (not from this album, but, same performer, piece, and organ):

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J.S. Bach (1685-1750)
Sinfonia from Cantata No. 29, “Wir Danken Dir, Gott, Wir Danken Dir” (1731) - 5 '
Robert Schumann (1810-1856)
Einfach from “3 Romanzen, Op. 28” (1839) - 4 '
Georges Bizet (1838-1875)
Prélude from Carmen (1875)
Ludwig van Beethoven (1770-1827)
Adagio Sostenuto from Piano Sonata No. 14 in C# Minor, “Quasi Una Fantasia”, Op. 27 No. 2 (1802) - 8 '
Anton Bruckner (1824-1896)
Scherzo: Presto—Trio: Langsamer und Ruhiger from Symphony No. 0 in D Minor “Annullierte” WAB 100 (1869) - 8 '
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756-1791)
Piano Sonata No. 5 in G Major K. 283/189h (1774) - 3 movements - 13 '
Sergei Rachmaninoff (1873-1943)
Prelude No. 5 “Alla Marcia” from Op. 23 (1903) - 5 '
Louis James Alfred Lefébure-Wély (18171-1869)
Boléro de Concert, Op. 166 (1859) - 5 '
Johann Strauss II (1825-1899)
Vienna Calling (?) - 2 '
Lukas Hasler
Recorded early 2026 (?) at the Golden Hall Organ of the Musikverein, Vienna, Austria
Pentatone PTC: 5187508 [63]

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Pedro de Araújo (d. ca. 1704)
Batalha de Sexto Tom (c. 1670) -
Jan Pierterszoon Sweelinck (1562-1621)
Variations on ‘Mein Junges Leben Hat Ein End’, SwWV 324 (c. 1615) -
Variations on Unter der Linde Grüne, SwWV 325 (c. 1610) -
Toccata, SwWV 288 (c. 1615) -
Sebastián Durón (1660-1716)
Gaitilla de Mano Izquierda (c. 1700) -
Bernardo Storace (ca. 1637 - ca. 1707)
Ballo della Battaglia (1664) -
Manuel Narro (1729-1776)
Batalla (c. 1760) -
Sebastián Aguilera de Heredia (1561-1627)
Obra de Octavo Tono Alto, Ensalada (1618) -
Jusepe Ximénez (ca. 1600-1672)
Batalla de Sexto Tono (c. 1640)
Girolamo Frescobaldi (1583-1643)
Canzona Quarta from Il Secondo Libro di Toccate (1627)
Francisco Correa de Arauxo (1584-1654)
Tiento de Medio Registro de Tiple de Octavo Tono (1626)
José de Nebra (1702-1768)
Tocata para Organo (c. 1750)
Anna Pikulska
Recorded 2024 at the Historic Villanueva de Huerva Organ at the Iglesia de Nuestra Señora de Los Ángeles, Villaneuva de Huerva, Spain
MDG 951 2389-6 [69]

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Let’s get to it, then. Five albums, five organs. Aren’t you excited…?

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First off, whether you an organ aficionado or not—or a Glass aficionado or not— you must hear the Donald Joyce album of Philip Glass Organ Music. It’s oddly difficult to look up because, and I find this kind of funny, I kept getting results for music written for the ‘glass organ’, aka the ‘glass harmonica’.

At any rate, has super-popular NYC minimalist Philip Glass written music for the pipe organ? Surprisingly, yes, but only a few! He has a handful of early works written for ‘piano or electric organ’, and then in the year 2025 he composed a prelude for the instrument, not featured on this 1993 disc due to the limitations of the linear progressions of time. Aside from that, he has a work called ‘voices’ for didgeridoo, spoken narrator, and organ, and then three of the five works on this disc, which are, I believe, all arrangements he made himself from his piano compositions. The other two are arrangements made by, I suspect, Joyce himself.

Do NOT pass this album by. The first thing you’ll notice is that 45-minutes worth of this disc consist of two “dances”, and, sure, baroque wrote pieces in dance forms for organ occasionally (sarabande, gigue, etc.) but there really aren’t a lot of dances for organ. Glass has a particular style that he brings to everything he writes, and if you’ve ever heard him, you know what that is. Repetitive, arpeggiated, rather hypnotic. That makes it rather unusual on the pipe organ, which is often more harmonically-oriented rather than rhythmic. Here, Glass & Joyce show how great Glass’s style fits the power, grandeur, and ‘objectivity’ of the organ. What I mean by that is that the performer can’t do as much to influence the quality of the note. Air either goes through the tube, or not. If Glass often sounds like he’s meant to be played on a synthesizer, here he is played on the ancestor of the synthesizer, to great effect.

Yes, perhaps a lot of organ diehards aren’t going to enjoy the way this album feels like one long, hypnotic drone, but Joyce picks different registration for the tracks which, to my ears, helps keep things pacy and alive.

Just as Glass accounts for one possible defect in the organ (a lack of rhythmic movement), the organ, for me, fixes what I sometimes perceive as a superficiality in Glass. Nice how that works out, eh?

This is just a fantastic listening experience: it’s different from everything else out there, and tremendous fun.

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Philip Glass’s arrangements are one thing, but what about a contemporary composer who actually sat down and composed for the pipe organ? For that, I direct you to Michael Finnissy.

Finnissy is a difficult composer: he’s one I really like, especially in small doses, but his style can feel very abstract and demanding. No wonder he’s often associated with the, quote, “new complexity” unquote (note my verbal + symbolic quotes, to make this extra distanced) — Finnissy rejects the label, but then, every artist rejects every label just about. What is New Complexity, and is it a valuable term?

As I take it, whatever formal musical definition New Complexity may have, in reviews/articles/etc. for the common listener, a combination of harmonic dissonance and lots going on in the rhythm. To that end, it’s a kind of useful shorthand for ‘music that sounds like X’ — Ferneyhough, Xenakis—although, again, they don’t really sound like each other.

TANGENT: [And, actually, just this week a baffling study initially put out by Sapienza University in Rome, alleging that Classical music has gotten less complex between 1600 and 2021, has been trending on my various social media feeds. You can read the paper here if want to go, “Oh, okay, these academic musicologists know literally knowing about music,” which is kind of a strange feeling. Every reader will have their own favorite risible moment in this paper—mine is that in lieu of doing any actually research, they simply asked the AI LLM “gemini” when it thought pieces had been ‘released’. But more importantly, the New Complexity School proves in many ways that studying complexity is a red-herring: what the average classical listener likes in a piece is never, and has never been, ‘complexity’, and the late-20th century is not in any real way less complex than earlier periods. Try anything by Finnissy, for instance.] END TANGENT

Anyways, all of this is to say that Finnissy is abstract, difficult, and challenging: but I would say totally worth it. His Verdi Transcriptions for piano are justly famous, composed over something like 30 years, it takes a lot of very careful listening before you start to hear anything like Verdi. But once you two, it’s a lovely bridge between 19th- and 21st- century art music. I may have to write more about them at some point.

Finnissy has written four organ symphonies [for those who may not know: an organ ‘symphony’ is a 19th-century French term for a suite for organ solo that makes use of all the different stops to imitate strings, woodwinds, brass, etc., thus giving the work an orchestral feel] — all four between 2002 and 2009, no less. These comprise 87 minutes, while the rest of these two discs are given to 7 Hymn-Tune Preludes and 3 other works.

In my opinion— and this is very similar to what I said with Glass— Finnissy makes damn sure that his organ compositions are riveting, bracing, and original. And that’s hard to do, right? As mentioned, there aren’t per se extended techniques. It’s hard to make the organ sound ‘new’ when we’ve been writing for it since the Middle Ages, and yet Finnissy manages, by bringing an uncompromising sense of, well, originality to it. Simultaneously, the gorgeous sonics of the Blackburn Cathedral Organ underline the effective colors, harmonies, and ‘beauty’ in Finnissy, which I fear are sometimes lost in other voices.

(As a side-note, I wasn’t really wild about the Preludes, I think Finnissy is better off with a complete blank canvas). Symphony No. 2 is my favorite, and it’s one I recommend starting with: it’s got this gigantic, ominous sense of power that just pins you to your seat. No. 4 looks Bach to Back— I mean, back to Bach— and is sort of Finnissy’s take on baroque, contrapuntal writing. It’s exhausting, but I mean that in the best sense, the way some plays or novels kind of exhaust you. ‘Blackburn’ was composed specially during the recording process of this album at Blackburn cathedral, which is just sort of lovely.

Let me just say that this album would have been its own substack, had I not decided to pair it with other great organ albums— it’s just that good. Please do yourself a favor and sit down and focus on one of the organ symphonies here. You don’t need to get through all 2 hours in one go, but try a symphony and give it your full attention.

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It’s an unusual feature of the pipe organ, but listeners are often interested in the instrument itself as much, or even more than the composer (and always, I am sad to say, more than the performer—which feels a little unfair!). You often find great albums not by searching, for example, “Franck Organ Music” [Franck being my favorite composer for the organ] but things like “St. Germain Organ” — “Historic organs of Normandy” — etc. You get it. So if you are getting into organs, I think it’s worth familiarizing yourself with Aristide Cavaillé-Coll, one of whose instruments is featured in the Karol Mossakowski album from this year. Cavaillé-Coll is sometimes called “the grandfather of the synthesizer,” because he was a terrific engineer/artist of organ building who managed to create instruments that could sound like strings, brass, woodwinds, choirs… he is a big part of why 19th-century French organ music developed this ‘symphonic’ character.

So, Massokowski is playing the Saint-Sulpice organ in Paris, built 1862, which has included both Widor and Dupré as its main organists. These are very big shoes to fill: I saw a post once, by the way, that organists buy special shoes to help them with pedaling, but I don’t think they have a particularly funny name that would contribute to this joke, so, imagine I’d specified those types of shoes.

This album, then, is a more ‘typical’ kind of organ music album — I don’t mean that as an insult of course, just that it’s standard rep (for this instrument) presented in a standard sort of way. Still, spin that first prelude and tell me organ music is boring: what a vibrant, head banging, fun piece from Dupré. Widor’s Nouvelles Pieces meanwhile, are more downtempo and reflective— but again, part of the joy here is experiencing all the different tones and timbres the Saint-Suplice organ can take on.

We jump forward to 1956 with Grunenwald (also an organist at this Saint-Suplice chair, as is Roth: they all are!) who also does these two things in reverse: a more mystical, slow, thoughtful ballad first, and then a barnstormer second. Man, it’s just so electric—you know?

Roth’s Regina Caeli fantasy was written in 2007, and it’s fun to follow the development of the French organ tradition.

Again, in some ways this is the most enjoyable disc here: just, in a different way. If you can appreciate the beauty of pure sonics, of the organ as written-for by people who dedicated their entire lives to this exact organ, there’s a level of magic here that I would find difficult to describe in a way other than…magic.

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Transcriptions form a pretty massive chunk of the organ’s available repertory, due to its range and palette and so on. Always have, pretty much. JS Bach, in some ways to organ music what Socrates was to philosophers, did a set of Vivaldi concertos transcribed for organ, and while they are not my favorite Bach (or Vivaldi), they certainly exist. And I think for listeners who are new to the organ, they provide a good way to ‘get into’ the way organs speak and sound.

Here’s a particularly fun disc of transcriptions from Lukas Hasler, who keeps bringing up results on Spotify for Hans Leo hassler, ugh etc. Lukas Hasler is an Austrian organist, here playing the Musikverien Organ in Vienna. The ones he selects are not the usual set of transcriptions, but you’d never know that from just listening to him play. In fact, I challenge anyone to listen to the Schumann Romanze and tell me that it doesn’t sound like it was originally written for the pipe organ.

What clinched the album for me, in a way, is the 13-minute Carmen fantasy, which is, in some ways, a ridiculous thing to play on the organ: but Hasler carries it. The arrangement (by Edwin Lemare) is sensitive, the playing is singing and dramatic, and the registrations are nice and varied, giving each theme its own moment in the sun. It’s the most surreal Habanera you’ll ever hear, but certainly an effective one.

Then that Bruckner— okay, lots of people do Bruckner on the organ, because the way he writes is just very congenial to the instrument. Some people say he writes for the orchestra in an organ-y way, since he was employed as an organist his whole life. I don’t know that I buy this. Bruckner writes for the orchestra orchestra-ly, but I cannot deny that his conception of development and ‘good themes’ happens to work very well on a pipe organ. Here Hasler wisely takes a scherzo (always Bruckner at his best) from the lesser known ‘Nullified’ Bruckner symphony, and, you know what? It works so well. Plenty of malice, drive, and character.

The heart of the album, kind of oddly, is an arrangement of an early Mozart Piano Sonata for the organ. Now, see, I adore this: because there really is not enough High Classical stuff for the organ, but to my ears, it totally works. It sounds lovely in a sort of charming, sunny-day-in-Italy sort of way.

You also get the Rachmaninoff March which exploits the organ’s bass power and volume.

Look, this album is just tremendously fun, okay?

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Our last album takes us a few hundred years back in time to 17th-century Spain. Maybe we should have started here, but I think early music can be easily misinterpreted by some listeners. I am always suspicious, as a Classical Music fan, of the way that genealogy sometimes constructs a sense of ‘correctness’ in peoples’ minds. Haydn invented the symphony, ergo this is what a symphony is, and everything else is a derivation. Here is what was ‘originally’ written for the organ, so that makes it more… something.

Well, no, of course not. But let’s finish here, ca. 1600 in Spain, where Anna Pikulska is trying to save these old Spanish organs for their unique sound character, and so, naturally perhaps, shows the off using the repertory written for them. I find early music like this has a lovely amount of ‘spice’; that sense of dissonance and the unexpected. Here you can really delight in some unknown repertory and a unique-sounding organ — I found this disc more ‘difficult’ than the others here, including Finnissy, just because early Spanish music is its own harmonic world, really. What makes it so rewarding is the way Pikulska draws our attention to the sounds of the instrument featured here.

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You know, I often think about the organ in the context of an engineering marvel, but it goes without saying that the composers and keyboardists who created all this music are consummate artists. Maybe one of the things I like about the organ is that the two come together so beautifully. To be fair, all musical instruments entail some degree of scientific precision, technique, and basis. But the organ’s complexity requires a level of mechanical engineering more akin to an engine than, perhaps, a clarinet.

Art and science feel like they have been artificially made into enemies today. I blame AI, but it’s really not solely the fault of AI, is it? Tech CEOs have been consistently devaluing and degrading art for decades. American culture teaches that the hard sciences make money and are therefore ‘good’, while art is unnecessary, lazy, and somehow fake. We live in an era that is not only anti-intellectualist, but particularly anti- arts and humanities.

The natural, obvious result of this is that many of my engineering friends do not read books, ever: if they listen to music at all it’s video game OSTs, and paintings are only of vague interest depending on how realistic they are.

But a further result of this is that I feel (but cannot prove) that many of my arts & humanities friends have a distrust of science. c.f. Bernard’s speech in Arcadia —

Oh, you’re going to zap me with penicillin and pesticides. Spare me that and I’ll spare you the bomb and aerosols. But don’t confuse progress with perfectibility. A great poet is always timely. A great philosopher is an urgent need. There’s no rush for Isaac Newton. We were quite happy with Aristotle’s cosmos. Personally, I preferred it. Fifty-five crystal spheres geared to God’s crankshaft is my idea of a satisfying universe. I can’t think of anything more trivial than the speed of light. Quarks, quasars — big bang, black holes— who gives a shit? How did you people con us out of all that status? All that money? And why are you so pleased with yourselves? (…) I’d push the lot of you over a cliff myself.

Love you Tom Stoppard, R.I.P. But, obviously Bernard is a huge asshole and this speech, while kind of, dare I say, ‘based’, is not actually to be taken seriously. It’s a cathartic speech to read today, but—

I like the fact that in the pipe organ, art and engineering come together so visibly. The definition of ‘art’ used by many creatives is ‘rigor + play’, and I think organ music has both in spades. Without art, pipe organs are capable of merely producing sound, and without engineering, you’d have to play these on a kazoo. It’s the interplay of these two distinctly human fields that have given us so much wonderful music to listen to.

So, go out and listen to more organ music!

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John Carbon (b. 1951)
Astro Cats (2023) - 12 movements, 67 '
Steven Graff (piano)
rec. 2025, Futura Productions, Roslindale, USA
Convivium Records CR118 [67]

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Xavier Montsalvatge (1912-2002)
Paráfrasis Concertante (1975) - 3 movements, 14 '
Lullaby (1957) 3 '
Spanish Sketch (1943) 2 '
Tres Policromías (1994) - 3 movements, 13 '
Variaciones sobre un Tema de “La Spagnoletta” de Giles Farnaby (1945) - 5 movements, 10 '
Piano Trio (1986-1988), 3 movements, 14 '
Eva León (Violin), José Ramos Santana (Piano), Sibylle Johner (Cello)
rec. April-May 2011 at Patrych Sound Studios, NYC, USA
Naxos 8.572621 [56]

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Luciano Berio (1925-2003)
Coro, for 40 voices and 44 instruments (1975-1976) - 31 movements, 51 '
Vito Žuraj (b. 1979)
Automatones, for large orchestra (2022-2023) - 7 movements, 26 '
Chor und Symphonie-Orchester des Bayerischen Rundfunks / Sir Simon Rattle
rec. October 13, 2023, Isarphilharmone im Gasteig, Munich, Germany
Musica Viva series, Vol. 50
BR Klassik 900650 [77]

The other week, I wrote a post where I brought together three albums I happened to have heard that week which I thought fit together thematically. It happened to be three albums of French piano music. Fair enough.

But I had this weird thought in the back of my mind. I wanted to see what would happen if I wrote a post bringing together albums that aren’t related in any way. Just great, interesting, recommendable music I’ve heard lately. I think this idea appeals to me because I often am listening to, and enjoying pieces of music that sound very different, and work very differently. Is there any interest in “here’s 4 [or 3, or 5, or 10] random albums which are good”? I hope so. I like this concept.

What I ended up with, this week, was an interesting sliding scale of styles and moods of contemporary music. It’s all here: choral, chamber, piano, orchestral; avant-garde, tonal, romantic, spiky, programatic, abstract, playful, devout, dissident, nostalgic, … I suspect there’s something for everybody here. Four labels, five composers, 83 years, six countries…like I say, it’s all here.

I may be wrong, of course, but I think these albums make an interesting evening of listening. Or, because I can’t resist a fun little game, a progressive listening exercise about the wonderful, varied world of contemporary art music.

But even if you decide not to do that (which would be very reasonable) — pick one and enjoy!

1- Grinholc, Gloria in Excelsis Deo

Let’s start with Piotr Grinholc, a Polish organist and sound engineer. I’m pointing that out only because that feels like a very cool and very natural pairing that I’d have expected to see more often. Organists working with a large, modern instrument have to be very concerned with timbre, dynamics, layering, etc. You practically are a sound engineer if you play a Cavaillé-Coll. Anyways, this is the 3rd Grinholc album I can find, and he’s sitting at 8 monthly listeners on Spotify. I think he deserves more.

This disc contains one work, a 49-minute Gloria— or, well, a 37-minute Gloria and a 12-minute “Amen” fugue (whew). In truth this reminds me of a lot of high Classical religious composed music in that it is lightly emotive throughout, attractive, melodic, and musically simple enough for an amateur ensemble to play, perhaps with a few modifications. That’s not an underhanded comment, of course: I love those old masses by Haydn and Mozart and co., right? Grinholc’s use of timpani to underscore the orchestral rhythms might even evoke baroque church music for some listeners, like a modern version of a Bach cantata.

I don’t, of course, mean to imply that the music is quite of that immortal, enduring artistry. But I’m citing these names to remind you, when you hear these flowing, song-like melodies, there’s nothing wrong with easy, enjoyable music. And this disc is both easy and enjoyable.

2- Carbon, Astro Cats

Let’s go from Poland to Chicago, (as so many once did), for John Carbon. Carbon gets around 39 monthly listeners on Spotify (again, just using that as a very, very rough approximation of popularity) and has 3 dedicated albums of his music, plus another half-dozen featuring his works among others. Astro Cats is, I guess, a suite — and Carbon has a prior work called Astro Dogs that follows the same pattern. Both are a set of 12 pieces that pair a breed with a zodiac sign. e.g., “Peruvian Pampas Cat (Aries)” or “Bengal Tiger (Virgo)”. These can range from 4 to 8 minutes. The structures seem quite loose, so the species + the star signs should probably taken as just descriptive titles rather than a musical program. As in, don’t expect to hear anything Saharan, autumnal, or Cheetah-esque in the opening track per se. This is good news, though, I think. The album cover looks a little ‘cute’, but the music is lush, engaging, and clever.

But these titles give Carbon vigorous free rein to write some marvelous piano miniatures. I have to describe his style as ‘jazzy’ (an often overused word, I know) — if you zone out during this album there are several points where you’d think you were listening to a solo piano jazz disc. Of course jazz can mean a lot of different things: I don’t quite mean Monk or Evans, but I’m not sure I quite mean Gershwin or Tatum either. A lot of it comes in the rhythms, which are always alert, exciting, and varied. I think if you imagine the kind of Ravel and Ives sound world: tonal, romantic, spicy, you’ll see why I loved this so much.

3- Montsalvatge, Complete Works for Violin & Piano

Xavier Montsalvatge I Bassols (15 or so albums, 4775 monthly listeners) was a Catalan music critic and composer with a career spanning almost 70 years. Wikipedia lays out a number of distinct ‘phases’ in his early career: a Wagner phase, a 12-tone phase, a Spanish folk phase, a Messiaen phase… a lot of the pieces here fall somewhere in the Venn diagram intersect of all the above. His Concert Paraphrases open with this floating drone sound, capricious piano work, plenty of tasteful dissonance, and in the 2nd movement we get a sort of jumpy rhythm dance. Both of these come together in the third paraphrase, which is simultaneously a wonky sort of folk dance and a study in harmonic dissonance. Bartok might spring to mind. I was thinking of Kandinsky. You see, even before we got to “3 Policromias”, I found Montsalvatge to be a very ‘visualizable’ composer. He’s a colorful writer who likes sharp, bright streaks of color with big black edges, you know?

His “Lullaby” is an earlier work, more nocturnal but still plenty flavorful, while the “Spanish Sketch” is delightfully atonal. Perhaps most interesting is Monstalvatge’s variations on a “Spanish” dance theme by the English composer Giles Farnaby (1563-1640). I always love these Renaissance-meets-Modernity things, an intelligent composer can play with the dissonance that comes from pre- common practice music.

We end with a brief, colorful Piano Trio and I do appreciate having the extra instrument (that is, cello), turning this album of dialogues into something a bit busier. If you want to hear an album that’s different: try this!

4- Berio & Žuraj, Coro & Automatones

Luciano Berio (113,000 monthly listeners) is one of Italy’s greatest exponents of the avant-garde, and one of the most interesting 20th-century voices. He’s also one of the world’s most disheveled man, and for that, I have no choice but to love and admire him. Anyways, Coro was composed following Pablo Neruda’s death and the Fascist coup in Chile: the work is an antifascist composition for 80 musicians setting the refrain “Come and see the blood in the streets” interspersed with lyrics in German, French, Italian, and English (some of these are translated from Hebrew and Native American languages as well). Coro is a difficult work— it follows a sort of slightly random logic with plenty of dread-inspiring climaxes and odd, lurching rhythms. You can really get a sense for the importance and the sense of political desperation: some of the movements almost seem to be shrieks.

Vito Žuraj (31 monthly listeners) is a contemporary Slovenian composer who has recently composed Automatones after the beings made by Hephaestus in Greek myth. Žuraj has connected this to AI, somehow, and has tried to evoke all of this with a complex, ‘mechanical’ sound. His orchestra includes lots of metallic-sounding percussion and lots of ‘whistling’ effects. I’m not sure that I would have liked or understood this piece on its own, but somehow, after Coro, it made more sense to me: Berio’s work is more human, while Žuraj’s is trying to be inhuman. Berio has a political point, Žuraj has a technological one. Both are writers of the avant-garde, but in different ways and to different ends.

I listened to the Grinholc during a long walk (when I often play music I haven’t heard before, so I can really focus on it) and while I was tempted to write it off as too “post- pop/rock”, the sincerity, warmth, and singing won me over. I listened to the Carbon while grocery shopping, actually. I had misjudged it from the cover: I was expecting some kind of saccharine, but I left thrilled by this new composer with his gift for rhythm. I listened to the Monstsalvatge in an uber to the airport, and it turned a drab, overcast afternoon into something that felt alive with color and form and possibility. I listened to the Berio/Zuraj while working at the public library, and found, to my surprise that this style, which I usually find a little bit indigestible, made sense to me this one time.

I think there’s a place in anyone’s life for these four albums, among many, many more. Go out and try one this week & let me know what you think!