posted by James Reel
Only now have I caught up with an article from last February in Current, public broadcasting’s trade journal. It tells us that “weak audience and income [are] blamed in classical fade” from public radio. As I’ve pointed out before, if we want to attract lots of listeners and make lots of money, we ought to give up this whole silly notion of public broadcasting and switch to mass-market formats and sell commercial time. But if we actually want to provide a good service, not just a popular and lucrative one, we need to focus on the quality of what we’re doing, not the quantity of listeners. Here are some intelligent comments from one of the article’s sources:
"I’m very concerned that a generation moving into public radio management and staffing is tossing away something of durable value—I wouldn’t say casually, but a little bit more cold-heartedly than I think is justified," says John Montanari, music director at WFCR-FM in Amherst, Mass. "I might in my darker moments even refer to it as baby-boomer triumphalism at work." …
WFCR’s Montanari recommends that faltering classical stations review their musical selections. When he surveys other stations’ playlists online, he says, "I’m sometimes puzzled as to why I see programming that’s filled with sort of inconsequential and second-rank performances—not timely, not fresh, not focusing on … what’s happening in their market."
"Before a station should depart from the format, it should consider improving what they do," he says.
Here’s the rest of the article, of which Montanari’s remarks are not particularly representative.
radio-life,
June 5th 2006 at 6:52 —
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posted by James Reel
Concert pianist Jeremy Denk, Joshua Bell’s frequent recital partner, hates it when his friends narrate their not-so-fascinating dreams, but he can’t help recounting one he just had, a colorful performer’s nightmare. Denk is particularly well read; I wonder if he’s ever encountered Kazuo Ishiguro’s The Unconsoled, a nightmare novel about a quasi-amnesiac pianist who finds himself in a strange city, facing the prospect of a concert for which he’s totally unprepared. Fans of Ishiguro’s British character study The Remains of the Day were mystified by the the later book’s surreal chronicle of Kafka-esque frustrations, but I think The Unconsoled is the superior novel—if you have the patience to hear about somebody else’s bad dreams. Here’s the publisher’s blurb:
The Unconsoled is at once a gripping psychological mystery, a wicked satire of the cult of art, and a poignant character study of a man whose public life has accelerated beyond his control. The setting is a nameless Central European city where Ryder, a renowned pianist, has come to give the most important performance of his life. Instead, he finds himself diverted on a series of cryptic and infuriating errands that nevertheless provide him with vital clues to his own past. In The Unconsoled Ishiguro creates a work that is itself a virtuoso performance, strange, haunting, and resonant with humanity and wit.
quodlibet,
June 2nd 2006 at 8:02 —
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posted by James Reel
All the local critics seem to like the bilingual play at Borderlands Theater very much, including me:
The stage is a large, white circle, perhaps of fabric, like a bedsheet. Across it stretches a long, red, rectangular cloth. A man takes up one end of it, a woman the other, and the cloth becomes their connection in a slow dance, the man and woman winding toward and away from each other.
This is the first image in Victor Hugo Rascón Banda's El Deseo/Desire, a play directed with intense physicality by Eva Tessler for Borderlands Theater. It is also a recurring image, as through the play the two characters circle each other, tangled in that vibrant red connecting fabric that never truly binds them together.
You can read the rest of my review, which unlike the play is in English only,
here.
tucson-arts,
June 1st 2006 at 7:40 —
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posted by James Reel
Timothy Mangan of the Orange County Register has devised a way to deal with noisy concert patrons: sneak up on them from behind.
quodlibet,
June 1st 2006 at 7:39 —
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