People often ask me why I don’t write music like Mozart or Beethoven. It always reminds me of something a conductor once told a composer acquaintance: “Why would I play your music when I have 300 years of masterpieces in my library?” The fact is, people have all the Mozart and Beethoven they need. Mother Earth cries every time we waste more of whatever-a-CD-is-made-of on yet another “interpretation” of a Beethoven symphony. (I don’t mean to offend my many friends who have practiced for years just so that they can re-interpret Beethoven…those poor pawns of the recording industry
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Don’t get me wrong, I love Beethoven symphonies. But, I’m baffled at why people don’t realize the absurdity of what they’re mindlessly asking me. If you want Mozart, go listen to Mozart. Why do you need me to do it?
First of all, I CAN’T write like the “masters”. I haven’t listened to enough “classical” music in my life to understand the nuances of tonal harmony and counterpoint the way Beethoven, Brahms and Wagner did. They lived and breathed it from childhood. They were trained from their youth to modulate seamlessly. Me? I grew up listening to Bruce Springsteen playing his chord progressions the wrong way. I get tonal music in theory. I’ve been trained to analyze tonal styles, but I get lost in Tristan. So what? Expecting modern composers to be fluent with tonality would be like training doctors in the nuances of blood letting. I can get around a score pretty well despite having only modulated once in a song I wrote as an undergrad. Besides, I don’t even like classical music in a non-academic way.. what with all it’s phony rules and silly conventions… like keys. I should say that I am profoundly affected by it–it moves me. It inspires me. I deeply appreciate it, but I don’t keep it on my ipod.
Second, I don’t want to. The composer Mark Applebaum said once that he was tired of sounds. I get that. I’m not there yet, but I am tired of notes. I haven’t written a note in months. It’s been a nice break. (Kind of itching to get back to it now, though) I still wrote plenty of music–by the end of the month I will have had 4 performances in 3 states of new music I’ve written since October despite not having written a note. I’ve been writing shapes and sounds. That’s exciting. Who cares about notes?
For me the most exciting thing is not knowing what’s about to happen. Problem is, composers always know. By the time a piece is written, edited, proofed and performed, I’m sick to death of it. That sickness goes away. I really like the stuff I did a few years ago–my new stuff, not so much. It’s always like that. Working the unknown in, and figuring out how to control it is making music exciting for me again.
Beyond these things, I find the cult of the old absurd. Take masterpieces for what they are–products of a bygone era. If old music seems mystifyingly gorgeous and supernatural to us now, let me suggest that it’s because we don’t understand the context of its creation, not because it represents some kind of cultural pinnacle.
You really think the 1820′s represents the climax of culture? Here’s your chamber pot. Enjoy.
I’m no futurist. I’m certainly no progressive, but I do see history as an exponentially growing shared experience. We can either tap into that experience with all that history has to offer (not to mention what’s happening today in our very own era!), or we can latch onto the 1820′s as the be-all, end-all of musical culture. If you really think music stops with Mozart, you’re in luck. There’s plenty of it out there for you. As for me, I’m going to go have some fun.


