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Cue Sheet – August 2005

OPEN THE POD BAY DOORS, HAL

    Our music director, Steve Hahn, just appeared haggardly on the studio threshhold, the coffee cup in his hand remarkably steady considering what he was about to tell me: He suffered a computer mishap yesterday, and had to restore data with a backup that was two weeks old. And that means that 20 new CDs that were catalogued last week need to be input again. Why do I care? Because I’m the guy who catalogs the blasted CDs. (It’s nice to have some use for my master’s degree in what used to be called library science.)
    At KUAT-FM, we use a system called MusicMaster. At its heart is a catalog of every composition in our music library—right now, 11,815 items, although there were several more before yesterday (sigh). But besides creating and maintaining this database, MusicMaster actually generates our music schedules. Steve gives it certain parameters (don’t schedule two solo piano pieces in a row, use a certain percentage of Baroque pieces during certain times of day, etc.), presses a button, and voilà! A half-done music schedule that requires further fixing and filling from Steve before it’s ready to tyrannize the announcers.
    Sure beats the 3 x 5 index cards I worked with as music director in the early to mid 1980s. But then, I never mistakenly burned a batch of index cards, losing the cataloguing for 20 discs. I never had problems like that … until we installed our first computerized library system.

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ARMENIAN EXPRESS

    I just got off the phone with Armenian composer Tigran Mansurian, about whom I’m writing a magazine article. I don’t like conducting phone interviews during my radio shift, but our options were limited because of the 12-hour difference between Tucson and Yerevan. (Note to University of Arizona budget guardians: I was using my cell phone, so it’s not going on the UA tab.) Anyway, midway through the interview I had to do a break, which coincidentally introduced probably the most famous Armenian classical music of all: selections from Khachaturian’s Gayane (spelling may vary in your locale). I was actually rather embarrassed about this, and tried to stash the cell phone in a spot where Mansurian and his translator couldn’t hear what I was up to on the air.
    It’s not that I agree with those who regard Gayane as trash; sure, it’s loud and garish, and the ballet is set on a Soviet collective farm with the “patriotic” characters prevailing in the end, which makes it even less attractive to fevent anti-communists. But the music is very well orchestrated, and makes excellent use of typical Armenian rhythms and melodic twists. Still, as I was talking to Mansurian, I was afraid he’d regard Khachaturian’s dances as Armenian music for tourists, bright little baubles that over-simplify and cheapen the culture for export.
    Mansurian’s music, too, is deeply Armenian, but its inspiration comes more from Armenian church music—his was the first entire country to establish Christianity as its national religion, back in 303 A.D.—and from folk song (rather than dance), especially as preserved by Komitas Vardapet (1869-1935), the most revered figure in Armenian music. Mansurian’s works don’t sound folksy, as do many of Khachaturian’s; the Armenian element is more subtle than that. Indeed, if you’re not familiar with the patterns of the Armenian language, you might miss the connection; like the Czech-speaking Janá ek, Mansurian often employs native speech patterns to shape his melodies and rhythms.
    Some of Mansurian's music reminds me somewhat of Shostakovich’s last quartets and sonatas for violin and viola. This is most apparent in Mansurian’s first two string quartets, from 1983-84, which will soon be issued in performances by the Rosamunde Quartet on ECM. The Shostakovich connection is less obvious in the more recent Mansurian music ECM has already released; Mansurian’s music from the 1990s, while retaining its brooding, melancholy lyricism, can have a harsher effect, even without being strongly dissonant.
    I didn’t bother to ask Mansurian his opinion of Khachaturian, and I kept the music low in the background so he probably had no idea what I was playing. Maybe he actually likes Gayane; there’s no reason that a man who speaks of soul and landscape in music can’t also kick up his heels at the sound of the “Sabre Dance.”

Classical Music,

STIRRED, NOT SHAKEN

    An August 21 New York Times article reports on unusual efforts many American orchestras will be making this season to attract more people, and specifically more youngish people, to the concert hall. About a third of the way into the story comes this point:

Few major orchestras can fill their halls night after night. Over the decade that started with the 1993-94 season, according to the American Symphony Orchestra League, total attendance at 1,200 orchestras dropped from 30.7 million to 27.7 million, while the number of concerts rose from 27,000 to 37,000.
    As I read this, I thought (as usual when I read such dire statistics) that the problem is obvious, and for once the reporter (in this case, Daniel J. Wakin) and some of his sources agree with my evaluation:
Most major orchestras are earning less and spending more. … The problem is not demand but supply: too many orchestras are playing too many concerts.
    “It used to be orchestras had very small staffs and gave many fewer concerts,” said Joseph Horowitz, the author of the recent book Classical Music in America: A History of Its Rise and Fall. “This is the nub of the issue. It’s a surfeit of product that’s causing many of the dysfunctions.”
    This is precisely what almost killed the Phoenix Symphony in the 1980s: growing the organization without growing the audience. The core audience doesn’t have the time or money to take advantage of all the offerings, so not only will the audience be diluted through the increasing number of performances, but some will become so exhausted by it all that they’ll actually cut back on their concertgoing.
    On a related but separate matter, Wakin goes on to refer to a study resulting from the John S. and James L. Knight Foundation’s Magic of Music initiative. “Focus on what the [potential, new] audience wants,” the study says in part. But how does an audience of neophytes know what it wants if it hardly knows what’s available? This sort of lowest-common-denominator approach is what has made television unwatchable and newspapers unreadable, and it’s likely to make classical music unlistenable, for those who love it as well as those who don’t. The last thing anybody should do is alienate the existing audience while reaching out to a new group that may not reach back. It’s not how James Bond prefers his martinis, but listeners want to be stirred, not shaken.
    Some of the innovative ideas described in the Times article look promising, but others are completely beside the point. People don’t need to be lured to rock concerts with résumé-swap receptions and cocktail parties; they go because they like the music. Isn’t that why people will go to classical concerts, too—repeatedly? Letting young professionals do speed dating in the lobby isn’t going to help them like the music any better, so once they get into a long-term relationship, why would they need to go back to the concert hall? It’s the music that will have to draw them back. And it has the power to do that.
    Classical music is not soothing aural glop, even though that’s how certain radio consultants think we should market it. People may turn on the radio for free glop, but it’s not something they’re going to pay for in the concert hall. The fact is that it takes a little bit of work to get what classical music has to offer. What we should all be doing is breaking down unnecessary barriers and help people roll up their sleeves and find out how rewarding and enjoyable the work of classical music can be.

Classical Music,

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

    This morning I forgot to play Arizona Almanac, a 90-second feature produced by the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum about plants and critters of the desert, after the 7:01 news. I have no excuses; I just overlooked it on the log, and dropped it in after the 8:01 news instead. Nobody, absolutely no one, called to complain or to find out what was going on. Listeners howl immediately over the slightest glitch with A Prairie Home Companion, but nobody seemed to notice the absence of Arizona Almanac, or at least they didn’t care enoug to complain. It’s a difficult feature for listeners to keep track of, because it airs only once a week and it’s so brief that if you flush a toilet—which many people are doing at that hour—you’ll miss it. It would be good for it to develop more of a following; it’s a painlessly informative little feature.
    When I worked at the Arizona Daily Star, editors would sometimes intentionally drop the horoscope or some other feature for a couple of days to see how many complaints would come in. If few people griped, the feature would be gone for good. Loss of the horoscope was one of two things that always drew a flood of complaints; the other, remarkably, was the absence of the comic strip “Mary Worth.”

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PLAN AHEAD

    Just about all students are heading back to school right now. If you’re related to—or are—a junior or senior in high school planning to study music in college, you might want to check the audition tips in one of the articles I wrote for the current issue of Strings magazine. It’s not too early to think about getting into a college music program, according to the sources in the article, including a couple of ASU professors.

Classical Music,

GETTING THE KINKS OUT

    You know it’s a slow arts week when my only article in the Tucson Weekly previews an event that celebrates activities best practiced in the privacy of one’s home. (Note to the cautious: This is not exactly family-friendly material.) What amused me about the organizer of this upcoming fetish ball is not that he thought I would portray him and his compatriots as wackos, but that he would come off as some know-it-all from Phoenix hoping to tell the poor benighted denizens of Tucson all about BDSM. It’s good for a Phoenician to understand his place, which is second to Tucson in all things other than bloat and pollution.

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