Barber's 'Knoxville': Observations about a Mixed Media Work

New technology makes possible new artistic creations. Musicians have long grown accustomed to mining the vein of other art works for material. Composers have adapted poems and plays to the causes of song and opera. Increasingly, we musicians are finding our own medium mined. Musical musical works--complete in themselves--drawn upon as material for dance, film and visual art.

Regardless of which direction we go--bringing art works into music or exporting music into other art works--the basic questions for art remain the same. The resulting works are new works in their own right. Each is simultaneously both more and less than the original work it draws upon--and equally valid as a creation.

For my money, 'valid' is a word that deserves more of a workout than it gets. Passions over personal likes and dislikes regarding beauty run high everywhere--and nowhere do they run higher than among those who have dedicated their lives to art. That's why validity is such a useful term.

The word says nothing of personal likes or dislikes (though some may mistake it for that). Validity just says that a thing has its place in the world. It has its integrity. It's a legitimate endeavour. Acknowledging as much is exactly that--acknowledgment. Personal affinities are another subject.

James Agee wrote a prose piece in 1938 entitled 'Knoxville: Summer of 1915'. In it, an adult narrator reflects on a memory from childhood. The art form is literature--a medium of written and spoken words.

Agee's piece stood on its own. It did not need anything from any other medium to help it makes its intended effect. Still, Samuel Barber set Agee's text to music in 1947. In doing so he created a new art work. His 'Knoxville' is an art song for a singer and chamber orchestra. The medium is mixed. It is music that incorporates literature.

We are each experts on what we like and dislike. There is nothing to debate on that subject, as each of us is already correct.

 The path of reasoned discussion, though, opens up some new possibilities. We may notice some things together and find that we can make some worthwhile general observations. That in turn may bring us real personal benefit and open us to new possibilities.


'A horse, drawing a buggy, breaking his hollow iron music on the asphalt: a loud auto: a quiet auto: people in pairs, not in a hurry, scuffling, switching their weight of aestival body, talking casually, the taste hovering over them of vanilla, strawberry, pasteboard, and starched milk...'

Agee's description is vivid. It's easy to understand how the imagination of a composer would find inspiration in words like this.

At the same time it's plain that Agee's text hardly requires 'enhancement' to make it come alive. We can enter the scene easily just from what Agee tells us. His work is complete. It doesn't need music. 

Barber added music anyway.


Q. How does Barber's 'Knoxville' offer more that Agee did?
A. By offering music as well as words.

That's an obvious statement, of course. And it just goes to show that not everything we say about art can ultimately be punted away as a matter of opinion. That in itself is worth observing.


Q. How does Barber's 'Knoxville' offer less that Agee did?
A. By limiting our experience of Agee's words to Barber's treatment of them.

Other readings are possible. Our own inward voices, as we read the words, will create their own take on the text. Actors reading Agee's words aloud would make different choices about pace, tone, and emphasis. Any number of composers could make their own settings of Agee's text. Agee's prose could inspire painters and sculptors or dancers. The same situation would apply: each artist would have choices to make. Each artist would make different choices.

Musicians are well acquainted with this phenomenon. The same situation obtains when different performers render a work of music. Each interpreter offers a perspective. And that's OK. Great works allow different perspectives. No single performance gets all angles.


Q. Is Barber giving us Agee's 'Knoxville'?
A. He's giving us a 'Knoxville' that is a combination of Agee's and his own.

The new art work is simultaneously more and less than what it was before.

Here's how Agee describes the family: 'One is an artist, he is living at home. One is a musician, she is living at home. One is my mother who is good to me. One is my father who is good to me.'

Straight exposition. Four people, four identifying statements. The rhythm is balanced, the tone matter-of-fact. Is that how Barber sets it? Not quite.

Barber follows Agee's straightforward approach for three family members but singles out one for special treatment. At the mention of that person, the pace lingers as a warm surge wells in the strings. A statement that was balanced with Agee is a bit lopsided with Barber. Barber no doubt tells it as he feels it. One could fairly decide, though (and Agee might), that his music at that moment works a bit against the text.

It's a detail that goes to show how an art work created by adaptation and combination becomes a new work in its own right. We find something of one creative mind and something of another. There is a collaboration that results in an alchemy, a synthesis of these visions.

Another composer could set the text differently. A composer could treat all four family members the same as Agee does, or single out another family member, or combination of family members, for the extra touch of espressivo. The choice would be no less valid than Barber's for being different.


Q. Which art work--Agee's or Barber's--creates its own world?
A. Both do, even as they both invite us to a better experience of the world in which we live.

All art inhabits an artistic space. Inside this space the ordinary world does not intrude. The events and objects in this space are artistic events and objects. We set off this special artistic space from the ordinary space around it by using a frame.

All of us are familiar with this feature in visual art. Inside the frame lies the world of the painting, outside the frame lies the world of museums and restrooms and tour guides and taxicabs. In a theatre the edges of the stage, the curtain, and the lowering of house lights help to define the boundary between the normal world and the world of the art.

In the case of Agee's text, the blank margin around the printed words might act as the frame. In the case of a reading, the silence that precedes and ends the reading would mark the boundary. In the case of Barber's combination work, the frame will be the silence that begins and ends a performance of the piece.

After we inhabit an artistic space for a while and contemplate the world we find in that space, we are returned to the everyday world outside the frame. If all goes well, we return having gained some insight, some revelation, some new thing of value for having made our artistic journey. We return with a boon. We may not be able to put into words exactly how we have gained, but we return to the mundane world richer for the time we have spent with art.

Time is life. Art, in taking some of our time and giving meaning to that time, becomes itself an aspect of life. The experience of Agee's 'Knoxville' was a feature of Barber's life just as surely as Agee's childhood memories were a feature of his. That's why Barber can make his own art about it. Life experiences have always been material for art.


Q. Is Barber giving us a 'pure' literary experience?
A. No. Agee did that.

Q. Is Barber giving us a 'pure' musical experience?
A. No. His music incorporates literature.

Q. Is Barber giving us a 'pure' multimedia experience?
A. Yes.The media he mixes are literature and music. The result is pure multimedia.

That addresses the matter of purity, for anyone concerned about purity.

All art is pure that gives us a pure artistic experience.


We've just examined a case in which the original art work consisted of words and someone added music. The issues and trade-offs remain essentially the same, though, if we begin with music and add dance, instead. Or with a stage play and add music, or with a novel and add film treatment, or with music and add visual art, or with visual art and add music, or with a folk tale and add music and ballet.

In each case the result will be a new work. The result will be a multimedia work. Any success it achieves will be due to the alchemy that occurs in multimedia works when sincere creative minds respond in genuine ways to existing works of art.

Notice that this discussion has not touched on likes and dislikes. Our shared observations don't depend on personal approval. They are not rationalisations of likes and dislikes. One may or may not like what Agee did or Barber did. Personally, I'm glad we have both. But regardless, we've shared observations from experience that have a good chance of standing.

That's the value of reasoned discussion. It gives us a chance to move past personal affinities and, while not negating our personal responses, maybe say something of worth about more general features of human experience.

As musicians we can get possessive about our medium of choice. We can say no one should mine music for material. But nothing fuels a creative mind like a prohibition. Creative minds are rarely slowed down for long by words like 'should.'

It's best to make peace with it: multimedia art has always been with us, it has already brought us many joys we would never willingly do without, and there is more to come. The inventive minds of the future will continue to enrich human existence in ways that today we can scarcely imagine.

Here's wishing everyone a happy Valentine's Day.


Toward a Kinder, Gentler Capitalism

A problem being faced in my native country right now is a rigidly ideological laissez-faire philosophy that has come into fashion. It finds voice on the Net.

The statutory minimum wage in the States is currently 7.25 USD per hour; a recent proposal is to raise it to 10.10. Here is an argument an American netizen--let us call him Mr Snyder--made in opposition to a the proposal.

As Adam Smith said, two individuals will not enter into an agreement with each other unless they both believe that it will be beneficial to them.  Once they have reached an agreement what gives you or anyone else the right to change that agreement?  What makes you more special than the rest of us?

Note the argument Mr Synder is not making. He is not saying that this one particular proposal is not the best thing at this particular point in history. He is saying all laws regulating employment conditions are illegitimate. Once two parties agree to a contract, no outside entity has the 'right' to change the employment conditions.

My response follows.


Slavery, Mr Snyder, is an extreme form of exploitation but hardly the only form it takes. Sometimes exploitation takes the form of a contract 'freely' entered into by two parties.

Extremity, misfortune, lack of options, desperation--these ongoing realities you cheerfully ignore. Sensible people take note of reality. And they see that some realities compel people to sign contracts that are lopsided.

Adam Smith understood this. People who quote him? Not always.

History shows that people in positions to take advantage of the desperate often do. When there is money to be made, the admonishment of conscience to treat another as one would be treated is often a poor enforcer. Those who exploit are not bad people, understand. They have pressures of their own. They must keep costs down. They must beat competition. They are running businesses, not charities.

How 'free' is a lopsided agreement entered into by a person with little bargaining power? As free as any agreement can be that you make with an ax at your neck.

A time existed in Europe and its colonies when workers, for lack of alternatives, 'freely' agreed with their employers to work long hours in dangerous jobs for very low pay. The pay was so low that supporting a family on the income proved impossible. The employers magnanimously began employing their workers' children as well. So off the children went to work long hours in dangerous factories, and in the process missing out on any chance at an education or any sort of childhood we would recognise as proper. These children would grow up to continue working in factories as they lacked skills for anything else. They would need to send their own children to work in turn, and the pattern would repeat for generations.

Workers who got injured, as many did, lost their jobs. There was no insurance, there were no pensions. Permanently disabled workers faced bleak prospects. Their wives would often turn to domestic service if they could, prostitution if they couldn't, or begging in streets if they could do neither.

Now, you can argue (as you may be sure factory owners of the time did) that these working families got some benefit from all this. They were paid wages, weren't they? They got to eat, didn't they? They enjoyed honorable work in a factory rather than dishonorable work as thieves and prostitutes and beggars, didn't they? They were free to leave their factory jobs for other employment, weren't they? You could, if you want, call this arrangement ideal: it's the product of pure business logic.

Many people at the time were horrified. William Blake expressed his outrage in a poem, 'Jerusalem'. Speaking of a legend that Jesus of Nazareth had visited the British Isles as a boy, Blake asks:

And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon these clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic mills?

That was Blake's word for what he saw. Satanic.

Years later a philosopher, Karl Marx, looked upon an industrial situation that was little improved. Like Blake he was appalled. Marx decided the answer was to do away with profit altogether. Workers would have to band together, overthrow their employers, and take direct control of industry. This, Marx imagined, would launch a new society with no bosses or governments; needs would be met spontaneously by selfless workers in a classless society. This vision was too utopian to be realistic, but Marx's dream was a comforting one given the nightmares on every side. And it proved seductive.

Marx's biggest mistake, though, was this: he underestimated an open society's capacity for self-reform. As democracy took root, and with it an independent press, discussion continued about the factories. Outrage built and led to changes. People decided that cruel exploitation was not good enough. They saw that the waste of human potential was a waste for which all paid a price.

Laws were enacted to limit hours in the work week, pay overtime rates to those who voluntarily took on more work, compensate the injured and disabled, outlaw child labour, and pay a minimum wage.

No worker, the community decided, should have to put his children to work in a mill in order to pay for food and a roof. The community found it reasonable to expect business owners to pay workers for the time they put in with enough to keep them out of desperate poverty. Any business that could not afford to do this much could damn well fail, and good riddance. Let those businesses take the lead who best meet human need.

Which bring us to today. The people who are here talking about a living wage have paid attention to the lessons of history.

I notice that your opposition, Mr Snyder, is not to this or that hike amount, but to the idea of having a wage floor at all. You really seem to think you can sell your readers on a no-protection-for-anyone, let-owners-do-as-they-will society.

Unfortunately, Mr Snyder, your way of doing things has been tried. Our ancestors saw that business will ever and only do what is good for business. It is up to a community to do what is best for a community.

You say we need Satanic mills. We choose instead our bows of burning gold, our arrows of desire, our spears as clouds unfold, our chariots of fire.



Multimedia Works Gaining Ground

A new article by Anne Midgette for the Washington Post explores the growing frequency of multimedia works in orchestra performances.

As Midgette's mention of 'Appalachian Spring' suggests, multimedia art is hardly new. Ballet is multimedia; opera is multimedia. Wagner's concept of the Gesamtkunstwerk was by definition multimedia. 

Song itself represents a kind of multimedia: the simultaneous experience of music and poetry. 

What is new are certain technologies. Artists are a creative lot, as we know. Whenever they acquire new resources, they explore them.

Ars longa, vita brevis.


Terrorism Doesn't Work

Here's an informative essay that is worth a look on this day. Michael Shermer recently outlined five popular misconceptions about terrorism for Scientific American magazine.

The misconceptions are these:
1. terrorists are motivated by pure evil
2. terrorists are part of a vast global network waging a centrally organised war on societies they hate
3. terrorists are disciplined, brilliant and cunning
4. terrorists are exceptionally deadly to others
5. terrorism works

Not so on all five counts, says Shermer--badly as terrorists themselves may believe some of these things and want the rest of the world to do the same.

Here's that link again. Those interested more generally in the ongoing, noble work of mythbusting will find much to explore at Michael Schermer's home page and in the magazine he founded, Skeptic.




'Ring' Haiku

The entire Wagner cycle condensed into a single haiku.

Wallala leia!

Nothung. Ach! Das ist kein Mann!


Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

Preach it, Brother Clapton.

This video is from a Bob Dylan anniversary tribute concert.

Alton's Notes


The Sanctity of Space

We're seeing many memories shared this week as Atlantis completes the last shuttle mission. Here's one that stands out for me.

I was a new music teacher when Nasa announced its Teacher in Space Project. If you were a teacher, an American citizen, in good health and within a certain age range, you could apply for a seat on a shuttle flight. As a child I had followed every minute of the Apollo moon missions. I had seen every Saturn V leave the pad. Now, as an adult, I had a real shot at being an astronaut. Did I want in? You bet.

The odds of getting the gig were of course long. Over 11,000 people applied nationwide (though I expected a number far higher). Science teachers would be preferred, and I was on the young side of the curve. It came as no surprise when the letter from Nasa came saying that I was out, but that the agency invited me to watch the announcement of the winner on television.

The agency, I saw at once, had made an outstanding choice. The winner was enthusiastic. She had a gift for describing difficult science concepts in clear, engaging ways. She would be terrific on a flight. I liked her. But now came a feeling that surprised me. This hurt. With the application process behind me, I no longer had to think about doing and saying the right things. Now I could just feel what I felt. What I felt was wretched. I had wanted this. Now it was lost forever. Tomorrow's technology would not arrive fast enough to help. A door had slammed. I would never fly in space.

The winner went with my best wishes for success. But
I resolved to avoid all news about the flight until it was over. It was her show, not mine, and I didn't have to watch it. I was a musician. Musicians have their own projects and missions and I would see to those now. Music is how I fly.

I was in graduate school when the newspaper arrived one morning with news of the impending launch. A photo of the winning teacher appeared on the front page. She was wearing a flight suit and walking out to the pad with the rest of the crew. The launch was scheduled for later that morning. The story above the fold was the State of the Union address, scheduled for evening broadcast. I left the paper on the table--State of the Union side up--and prepared to step out the door.

The phone rang. A musician friend told me to turn on my television.

The rest is a memory I share with millions. We watched in horror as
 the video of the Challenger launch was replayed again and again. Each time we hoped that somehow this viewing would be different--that this time nothing would go wrong, this time the ship would climb until it reached orbit. But the video always ended the same way.

STS-51-L is the shuttle mission that will always stand out for me. It's the only space flight I ever had a chance to be on, the only flight I ever tried to ignore. It's the flight that carried the astronaut I envied, then mourned, more than any other.

A leap into the unknown is exactly that. No one knows what will happen. But we can all write down this: Christa McAuliffe made the leap when she saw the chance. She seized the day.

Would I apply again today if Nasa came around again?

You bet.


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相遇 Les Rencontres (Encounters)
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A photo exhibit running May 21-June 30

客串艺术家 Guest Artists:
邱敏芳 Keisha Chiu, 洪恩 Wendy Hung

Le Rouge

Le Rouge 義法廚房
Address: 1F.419-6, Section 1 Wenhua Road, Banqiao District, New Taipei
台灣 新北市 文化路一段419-6號1樓
Telephone: 02 2255 2861

Open: daily 8:30 to 22:00 (10:00 pm), until 23:00 (11:00 pm) on Fridays and Saturdays
Average meal: NT$250 to NT$500 per person
Details: Chinese and English menus. Credit cards accepted. Reservations recommended.

Taipei Metro Blue Line
Xinpu MRT Station Exit 1
Walk left upon leaving the exit. 

In sight: 7-Eleven on the near corner with Starbucks Coffee (recently Dante) on far corner.
Le Rouge stands next to Starbucks on the left.



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