Showing posts with label editing is dead. Show all posts
Showing posts with label editing is dead. Show all posts

2/19/10

All the Editors are Dead and Such

Just because it's Charles Ward (who I thought retired) and because it has one of those great music review titles...

Heavy-handed pianist slightly dims otherwise bright performance

The world's most popular symphony (maybe), the Houston debut of a fearless pianist, a tribute to the Chinese New Year's and no conductor in one event?

One of the greatest opening sentences ever (maybe).

The principle attraction Saturday afternoon at St. John the Divine Episcopal Church was Brooklyn-based soloist Simone Dinnerstein. She's earned quotable raves from the New York Times and best-seller status for two CDs.

The principle attraction?

figure editor: Don't worry. I know it's hard.

and finally, because there was music on the concert...

Chinese New Year's Eve was observed with Shuo (Initiate) by Chinese-American composer Chen Yi.

Cool. I like Chen Yi.

figure great composer: Chen Yi sporting the nifty "mom" hair and jean jacket combo.

Yep. Love me some Chen Yi. Her music is so...hmmm...what's the word?

Piquant?

No...

Comforting! That's it!

A brief work for string orchestra, it deftly merged comforting chords, piquant sounds of unusual scales and a balance of reflective and driving music. Chen got that celebration off to a sweet start.

10/19/09

Where have all the editors gone?

"That's like asking the square root of a million. No one will ever know."*

But more to the point...Elaine Schmidt of the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel needs a thesaurus.

MSO plus Beethoven equals grandeur

"How many pounds in a gallon?"

Two of the three "Bs" of classical music, Beethoven and Brahms, dominated Friday evening's Milwaukee Symphony Orchestra program.

Felix Blumenfeld being the third "B", of course.


figure felix: Facial hair of the week?

Music director Edo de Waart and the players of the MSO used Beethoven's Symphony No. 7 to fill the program's second half with grandeur and gravitas.

...and glory, grandiosity, gravity and greatness...

First performed in 1813, the piece was hailed as "joyous" and "celebratory" by some writers of the day and said to depict a revolution or the plot of a Goethe novel.

I would have said it was resplendent, or perhaps, effervescent. Maybe even a bit mirthful?

Nearly two centuries later, the piece remains a pillar of the orchestral repertoire, deriving its compelling forward motion in great part from Beethoven's brilliant use of rhythm.

It is nice, that forward motion stuff.

De Waart and the MSO gave the piece a vivid reading that used the piece's insistent rhythms to long, gradual crescendos to musical heights and to give poignant depth to its solemn second movement. [italics mine]

Vivid reading. Check. Sounds exciting.

Preparing to fast forward...

...(and never mind the awful construction of the sentence above, which seems to read, "the vivid reading used the rhythm to long crescendos")...all the editors are dead and such...

De Waart and the orchestra took their own turns in the spotlight during the Brahms.

They gave a well-crafted reading of its lush orchestral writing, some of which was intended for the fifth symphony, which Brahms never completed.

A well-crafted reading? O-kay.

and...what else did the orchestra read...?

The evening opened with a precise, colorful reading...

D'oh!

...of "Wu xing (The Five Elements)," a piece by Qigang Chen that is constructed of five brief movements: Shui (Water), Mu (Wood), Huo (Fire), Tu (Earth) and Jin (Metal).

I shouldn't have to point this out, but orchestras don't just read music. They can also play, perform, and present music. They can display, exhibit, and produce...or put on, render, represent, or realize said musical composition. One might also say that the orchestra may offer a piece, or execute the musical score. They mount, engineer, and even direct the show. They emote the music, do justice to the score, or bring about, bring off or carry through a performance. They might stage an event, or pull off a production, or simply take care of business.

And when one plays music, they also conceive, cultivate and propagate. And that performance may engender, effectuate, beget and blossom, not to mention beguile, regale and captivate the audience. And may I suggest that you continue to search for, hunt, scan, discover, track down, and seek out new words until your thesaurus is effete, barren, infertile and right out of synonyms.

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* For you aspiring mathemagicians out there, I'd like to point out that there are actually two answers to this question. Both 1000 and -1000 when squared will equal a million.

3/1/09

Did Shaft Kill All of the Editors?

It's been apparent for some time now that the traditional print newspaper is in trouble. Not only little outlets are flailing--some of the bigger papers (see the Rocky Mountain News!) are going under.

Naturally (in the United States), as in public education, the arts are one of the first casualties in newspapers trying to stay solvent.

In many places, the "Arts" (or similar section(s)) are merely listings of upcoming events, and reviews are relegated to online-only or blog-only status. This, in addition to depriving the reader of information/opinion, has the following chilling effects:

1) The "review" is often only a perfunctory blog entry;

2) The reviewer can be given too many assignments to perform adequately;

3) The reviewers are often spread too thin, over a variety of media;

4) The nature of the "blog" review, as opposed to something that will appear in print, is often inadequately edited; sometimes, indeed, it seems, not edited at all.

We cannot, therefore, put the full blame on the reviewer when things turn out poorly.

Sure, we have room for pages and pages of full-color pics of what who-gives-a-fuck wore to the Oscars. And, as noted, print newspapers are hurting right now.

So it's frustrating when a hard-working staff and/or freelance writer like Jeanne Claire van Ryzin is forced into extra duties. She writes for the Austin American Statesman about, well, about everything musical that's not some kid in a coffee shop with his guitar or new band that thinks they'll get "discovered" at this year's SXSW. She covers music, visual art, dance, theater, and Jeebus knows what else...

...now, mostly, on her paper-hosted blog. She gets basically no in-print column inches, er, of which to speak.

Apparently editing, fact-checking, and spell-checking have been eliminated from the budget as well.

Review: A heaven-sent Rachmaninov's Vesper's

Hmm. Well. Good start JCvR, or whoever titles your blog posts...except for the part where "Vespers" [Wikipedia, sorry] is plural, and not possessive. Which is spelled--or, rather, punctuated--correctly for the rest of the review. Anyhow, proceed:

Grammy-nominated Austin choir Conspirare

While Conspirare may be good--and by all accounts they are--"Grammy-nominated" is about as impressive as "breathing humans." Even "Grammy Award-Winning" would put one in such exalted company as Michael Bolton and Hootie and the Blowfish.


Fig 1: A Grammy Award Winner

Grammy-nominated Austin choir Conspirare stunned and awed Saturday night with a heaven-sent (and sold-out) performance of Rachmaninov’s stirring Vespers at St. Martin’s Lutheran Church.

Heaven-sent, eh? Going for the religious angle on the ol' Vespers (AKA All-Night Vigil, Op. 37)? Let's see how that goes.

Hushed and full of reverence, Rachmaninov’s religious mass for unaccompanied chorus is exquisitely beautiful and a departure from the lush piano music or emotive symphonies for which the Russian composer is most commonly known.

Keeping track of adjectives, Rachmaninov's Vespers are:

Hushed, full of reverence, (exquisitely) beautiful

and not:

lush (like his piano music) or emotive (like his symphonies).

Considered the crowning achievement of Russian Orthodox choral music

Considered by whom? Critics? Experts? Many? How about a citation? Vague reference?

Considered the crowning achievement of Russian Orthodox choral music, the Vespers follow the rules governing the church’s music with no instruments accompanying the voices.

An awkward, if factually true sentence. Pass.

And yet, while Rachmaninov echoes the melodic style of traditional Orthodox Church chants

Well, to be accurate, 10 of the 15 sections of the Vespers are actually based on Russian Orthodox chants. And yet, while I guess this could be considered an "echo" of sorts, this is somewhat misleading. A minor point, albeit one that took me all of 30 seconds of research.

And yet, while Rachmaninov echoes the melodic style of traditional Orthodox Church chants, he nevertheless brings an undeniable — though carefully considered — sensuousness...

Vespers: Hushed, full of reverence, (exquisitely) beautiful, sensuous (undeniably);

Not: Lush, emotive.

And yet, while Rachmaninov echoes the melodic style of traditional Orthodox Church chants, he nevertheless brings an undeniable — though carefully considered — sensuousness with harmonies refined to almost a pure essence.

Read the last bit again:

...with harmonies refined to almost a pure essence.

I don't know what that means. Essence of what? Harmony? Sensuousness? Gelfling?

Fig 2: Skeksis Likes Essence, Too!

The fervid intent of the music’s spirituality is undeniable.

The piece...which was written for a church service, based upon traditional chants, intends to be...spiritual. Glad we sussed that one out. Also, using the word "undeniable" in both sentences of a two-sentence paragraph somewhat undermines its emphatic purpose.

Conspirare director Craig Hella Johnson

Seriously? That is awesome. My official unofficial blog middle blog name is now "Hella". Fuck and yes.

Conspirare director Craig Hella Johnson intimately understood the balance between the simplicity and sensuousness of Rachmaninov’s other-worldly score.

Vespers: Hushed, full of reverence, (exquisitely) beautiful, sensuous (undeniably) balanced with simplicity, otherworldly;

Not: Lush, emotive.

Does it seem like any of the words in the "not" category could easily be moved into the "Vespers descriptors" category? I think the difference in the sense of the review would be close to nil.

The choir’s intonation and vocal blend was seemless and perfect, the soloists appropriately soft, the basses gently hit the low B flats. St. Martin’s high-valuted sanctuary provided lovely — and appropriate — acoustical depth and resonance for the spiritually exalting music.

Wait, was this religious music? Because you totally forgot to mention that.

Conspirare’s exacting perfection never translates to stiff, pretentious or distant. Quite the opposite. There’s a sincerity and prescence that underlies every Conspirare concert. No wonder the audience on Saturday hushed on its own before anyone took the stage: The sublime beauty of Conspirare exudes always.

Lastly: "prescence" is, as far as I can tell, more of a common misspelling than a word.

Hopefully, in my overly-long preamble, I explicated my real complaint: The arts are getting the shaft so badly, not only are they losing printed space, but even the most cursory editing is eschewed.

Fig 3: He's coming for you, Arts coverage

5/22/08

The Long Road through Spain to Russia

“Houston Symphony takes the long road through Spain

Ah, yes. The long road through Spain. That sounds delightful. The sentiment is full of lazy, siesta-filled Mediterranian spirit. Surely there are tapas and tempranillos and a sense generally of unhurriedness.

The Houston Symphony's management may have survived paying overtime to its musicians by a whisker, but I sure felt the audience deserved some overtime compensation after the long slog through Thursday's Spanish-themed program in Jones Hall.

Or…not so much with the unhurried Spanish-ness. Fine. Surely the audience should be compensated for getting extra music to hear for the same price.

(Also: Fuck you Houston Symphony, for not paying your musicians for overtime.)

Somehow, an idea for a light, cheery season-ending program turned into a methodical no-stone-unturned traipse through a formula.

A traipse…through a formula?

It didn't help that guitarist Eliot Fisk was allowed to append his pre-intermission performance of Joaquin Rodrigo's Concierto de Aranjuez with two encores and blowsy gabbing. By the time the performance reached 10 p.m. there was still had a full work to go.

Read that again. …[T]here was still had a full work to go. The…what? Grammar…melting…

The first culprit was the full orchestral version of Manuel de Falla's ballet El Amor Brujo (Love, The Magician). Like many ballet scores, it has strong and weak moments.

As opposed to most music, or works of art, or anything, which do not have strong and weak moments.

As an opener it set a drowsy pace despite music director Hans Graf's sharply crafted and lovingly conducted performance (the essential character of his and the orchestra's work all evening). It was also difficult to hear the soloist, mezzo-soprano Katherine Ciesidecornski in the Grand Tier. She sang with style but not carrying power.

That seems fair…

Two sides of Spanish orchestral/solo music followed.

What?

Concierto de Aranjuez clearly placed the guitar at the center with the orchestra skirting around the instrument and helping to deliver the timeless yet ever popular melody of the second movement. Falla's Nights in the Gardens of Spain used the piano as decor, always adding ambience even when it clearly had the lead.

Are…are the “two sides” using the…guitar at the center…and the piano…as décor? Huh. Clearly, two well-known sides of Spanish orchestral/solo music.

Fisk was in take-charge mood and performed forcefully yet gracefully.

Take-charge mood? Definite article?

Shai Wosner, the pianist in Nights in the Gardens of Spain, was a little too dutiful. Decoration that needed the flexibility of chant was too metrical.

“Too dutiful to the score” is what I think is intended. Which is fine, unless you think musicians should be dutiful to the score. I’ll let our composer-readers chime in on that.

Nicolai Rimsky-Korsakov's Capriccio Espagnol was an abrupt change-of-pace as the ending work.

Change of pace, I think, should only be hyphenated when used as a compound adjective, and not when used as the noun, as in this sentence. But whatever.

It may have looked nice on paper, but it was out of place.

The piece looked nice on paper? Or the program, with a Russian finale to a Spanish concert?

The brazenly Russian music, which essentially was a miniature version of the composer's Scheherezade with plenty of percussion, didn't relate to much of anything that preceded it.

Why might it have looked nice on paper? Also: "brazenly Russian"? That seems odd, because the composer's name was Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov.

The performance of Capriccio Espagnol did earn lots of bravos and applause. They made me wonder, as I headed to the exit, whether the performance would sneak under the wire of contractual obligations. I think it did.

I really don’t know what this means. The “bravos and applause” made Mr. Ward wonder if the performance snuck under the “wire of contractual obligations”?

At least he thinks it did? What?

To conclude: the long road through Spain was too long, which traipsed through a formula, and ended in Russia, which looked nice on paper, but eventually snuck under the wire of contractual obligations, therefore the audience should have been paid overtime, but not the musicians.

Did I get that right?

2/5/08

Regarding An Exciting Major Musicological Discovery!

I’ve been searching around the websites of various major newspapers to see if anyone, anyone at all, has “classical” music under the “music” tab. Invariably, so far, no. The classical reviews and articles are under “arts”. So either “classical” music isn’t music, or “pop” music isn’t art?

But that’s not why I’m typing right now. I am typing because I think I can make a lot of money by offering my services as an editor to writers who write about “classical” music. Because, apparently, that occupation has been eliminated.

The old times return to symphony

The Houston Symphony's latest classical program triggered memories of old times at the performance Saturday in Jones Hall.

That sounds delightful, if slightly reactionary. Let’s get in our Packards and go see it!

The guest conductor was Lawrence Foster, music director of the orchestra in the 1970s,

Okay. A visit from an old friend. Aw, sentimental. That is sweet.

and he brought a program that once was typical bread-and-butter of orchestral programming:

That’s fine; not every orchestra concert has to champion new music. I guess. What were they playing, I wonder?

George Enescu's Romanian Rhapsody No. 2,

Ah! Nice. This piece sort of fell out of favor, but it used to be a staple. A warhorse-y staple. Or a staple-y warhorse. A chestnut. You know: standard orchestral repertoire. It’s a showy violin feature that incorporates (as the title suggests) some elements of Romanian folk music.

Wolfgang Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 25

Oh, Wolfgang Mozart. Just kidding. That’s a good piece, I think; is it the C Major, K.503? I think so. Yes, it is.

and Johannes Brahms' Symphony No. 5.

Well, I certainly…what? WHAT?!?!

OH MY GOD.

(breathless.) Oh my fuckin’ god.

Fuck! The...

Ohgod ohgod ohgod.

They found a fucking Fifth Symphony by Brahms? Holy tittyfucking christ. Shiva H. Vishnu. That is insane. Insane! How did I not hear about this shit?! Grrblahh! Fruznelesnsz! [head explodes]

I have to get some water. Or a drink. I…I have to…call the NY Times! How did I miss this? Oh sweet mary jane in a pretty glass pipe. I almost had an accident in my…wait, what?

...Similarly, though Brahms was nearing the "little blue pill" stage of his life when he wrote the Fourth Symphony…

What.

You did not. You. Did. Not just do that.

It was a fucking typo?

A typo. Jesus. I about had a seizure there.

You have to be fucking kidding. You did not catch that?

Nobody…caught that?

(exhales loudly)

Insanity. Proofreading is dead. Which is disturbing. I mean...?

Also:

Similarly, though Brahms was nearing the "little blue pill" stage of his life when he wrote the Fourth Symphony…

Are…are you implying that…that Brahms was, or should have been on Viagra?

Fuck you to hell. I am not even going to deal with the rest of your article.