This just makes me hostile. Even when viewing a Jackson Pollock abstract expressionist painting, many regular viewers who see the huge chaotic paining hanging before them in person will sense some mastery and fluency, fluidity of expression just like that feeling you get watching your favorite players take a solo when you just become transfixed and completely lost in the magic of the moment -- as it is completely communicating to you.
I think the most significant failure of the 20th century so-called avant-garde composers is an arrogant attempt to entirely reinvent the language of music so that it becomes an expressive theoretical curiosity that is entirely irrelevant as a cultural statement or as one that communicates to a viewer. What is even worse is the arrogant “Who Cares if You Listen?” attitude of the academic composers as the title of Milton Babitt’s obnoxious essay goads.
When completing my master’s degree in theory and composition recently, I really learned such a deep respect for the 20th century avant-garde composers who were able to be daring, innovative, and highly abstract while ultimately conveying a sense of beauty, purpose and form in their work. I’m talking about the abstract European masters like Schoenberg, Stravinsky, Stockhausen, Zenakis, Varese, Boulez, etc. and the Americans like Ives, Cage, Crumb and then the postmodern era this-and-that-ism guys like Reich, Reilly, and Scott Johnson. The music is very dense and abstract, but very precisely crafted and executed.
On the contrary, I developed a severe hatred for the snotty, rich-boy bullshit like this that is a complete affront to my ears. It is the type of empty horseshit that attempts to masquerade as a serious abstract musical statement, when at best, it is a theoretical curiosity that communicates to only a small crowd of elite insiders who typically fancy themselves as specialists and cognoscenti. At the end of the day, you should not need to read program notes for a piece to be successful.
A poor kid off the streets will never have the opportunity to waste our time like this. It is always has to be some person from means who is the torturer, and THAT is perhaps my biggest beef with it all. We can’t validate and tolerate and excuse art where it is really just a metaphor for someone from the culture of power standing up there pissing and we have to call it wine. It’s like the Emperor’s New Clothes. To see this guy up there playing that sloppy shit through a Dumble is worse than the Big Spleef Daddy Rap guy stuffing a fist-full of dough in the camera while grinning with his diamond grill.
Wow…I’m gonna have to go listen to some David Torn or some others serious postmodern guitar to recover from this…sorry for the rant…