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THE AGE OF WALLFLOWERS
On January 1, the local PBS television station here broadcast the concert celebration from Vienna over and over, and it reminded me of what a sad state (literally) classical music is mired in. It seems as though all of the recent major works are now dedicated to the world's tragedies and injustices. We have war requiems, pieces protesting the subjugation of Tibet, and all modern operas seem anguished over something morbid—e.g., The Death of Klinghoffer; Dead Man Walking. This is all admirable enough (I'm just saying that—I actually consider such pieces to be tedious), but at one time, and a fine time it was, classical music was principally concerned with dancing. The salient example of this is of course the music of Johann Strauss, Jr., who was not only the waltz king, but he also composed numerous polkas, quadrilles, gallops, ländlers and other pieces that were primarily designed as music that people would dance to. Waltz composers such as the Strauss family and Emile Waldteufel may be considered today to be on the lower fringes of classical music, but what about J. S. Bach who composed four dance suites for orchestra (and many more for solo instruments) which include the popular dances of his day —gavotte, bourrée, allemande, minuet, saraband, jig, &c. And if J. S. Bach doesn't impress you enough, what of these other celebrated composers who wrote music based on popular dances?
What is needed, then, is obvious. We need classical performances in which the conductor turns to the audience and shouts, CUM'ON PEOPLE, GET UP AND DANCE! That may strike you as the most absurd thing yet from my fervid imagination and far beyond the pale of classical music, but consider that when classical music was alive and thriving, the conductor never said such a thing for the simple reason that the people were already dancing and the champagne was already flowing.
It seems likely that in the course of human development, dancing preceded music. Not many academic musicians and pedants have thought about this or would care to, but originally music was probably something created solely to further and enhance dancing. Dancing needn't always be a frivolous activity, as it was once central to worship—a fact made manifest by Gustav Holst's superb Hymn of Jesus, and there are numerous exhortations to dance in Divine Scripture—e.g., "Let them praise His name in the dance" -Psalm 149:3. But where are the classical composers of today who write music that suggests dancing, that inspires dancing? Where are the classical composers of today who are even able to write music for dancing? The fact that music has become perverted and sidetracked from its dance roots is a symptom of how confused our society has become. (A similar phenomenon is how sport has been debased from a recreational activity to entertainment for spectators.) I declare and aver that classical music will never regain its former glory unless composers return to writing music that the audience can dance to, because unless composers devise music that makes the audience want to spin and clap, the tradition of Beethoven will be lost.
The causes of this dreadful situation are obvious. The principal reason is that, as I've been saying all along, classical music has been hijacked by the prim and proper who have turned it into a solemn ritual. Instead of music for dancing, classical music is now music for sitting perfectly still, music for a grim frown and music for penance. Merely tapping one's foot at a concert will earn a baleful glare and stern reproach, so jumping for joy or moving rhythmically to the music might land one in the pillory for a night. The other reason that dancing is no longer associated with classical music is that there seem to be no modern dances to which music could be written. Dancing now follows no specific steps or rhythm. I have been to parties given by those of the African persuasion, and the dancing there consisted mainly of simulated venery regardless of what music was being played. At the raves and discos favored by young suburbanites, the dancing consists of highly regimented jerking motions of the arms. The feet do not move much, and the same movements are made to every tune —which is understandable, as every piece is in the same key, repeats the same single chord and has the identical beat—it's all in 4 at about 110 BPM. The most recent dances in which actual steps were used to a specific style of music were the Macarena and the Lambada, which came from Spain and Brazil, respectively. But where are the dances from English-speakers and Northern Europeans? What happened to all the dances which regularly emerged from Poland? Terrorism seems a minor threat to Western Civilization compared to our forgetting how to dance, and no wonder music is in such a sad state today if its parent, dance, has died. I would speculate that if old J. S. Bach were alive today and writing his dance suites, he'd be forced to have movements such as:
Ah, Terpsichore, weep for us! Having forgotten you, our lives are reduced to drudgery. Our feet are now vestiges of a time when we were not afraid of life. Our smiles are cosmetic. Our worship is by rote. Our joys are the evanescent rewards of greed. Our songs are music in name only. A symphony is now a sermon. We are the dry brown leaves blown by the prevailing wind. Who will dance for us? |
Keith Otis Edwards was born in Detroit, Michigan, and raised there and in Ontario. His life was most influenced by two events. One was playing third french horn in the All-City Junior Band where he realized, "Hey! This music's way better than Frankie Avalon!" Also in his adolescence, he discovered the writing of H.L.Mencken who likewise taught him that all that was popular was not necessarily the best available.
After being told by John Weinzweig, the noted serialist at the University of Toronto, and other professors that he had no evidence of musical talent, Keith became an itinerant youth and worked a number of jobs including manual laborer, diesel mechanic, shop foreman, unlicensed electrician and slumlord. He ain't never been to collitch.
His screeds have appeared in the Detroit Metro Times, the Philadelphia WelCoMat, Ann Arbor's Popular Reality, the journals of the Mencken Society and the Vaughan Williams Society, and at the Lew Rockwell web site.
Be sure to listen to Keith's compositions.
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