It disturbs me that "art" music has become so marginalized that it is frequently characterized as the cultural equivalent of other snobbish luxury goods. Really, many "classical" concerts, whether of music old or new, are more affordable than pop music concerts or sporting events. Honestly, art music has never been more accessible to anyone who is interested.
Still, the myth of the blue-haired widower climbing out of her troika to see the symphony persists. She is a relic; she probably likes fancy food and wine that only she can afford. Only true, rich connoisseurs could appreciate the pairing of food and wine! Or music and wine! Or music and food! (And, perhaps, wine? Only rich fucking nerds like wine. And classical music.)
Yet more disturbing, here, is the wholesale assimilation of "low" culture (read: the Midwest) in the service of said commodification of music. Squeee! Whoever thought this up...I...I have no words. Oh, wait...yes I do!
Dvorak BBQ Sauce
I can already tell this is going to be awesome.
Although we can’t be absolutely sure,
Conjecture. Spectacular. Conjecture is a splendid reason for doing what you're about to do.
it’s likely that during his three-year stay in the United States (1892-95) — and especially during the summer months he spent in the rural community of Spillville, Iowa
So, so rural. Wow. Those hayseeds! Okay, in fairness, it is pretty rural. But the sentence above stinks of derision...
— Czech composer Antonín Dvorák experienced the irresistible smells and flavors of a real American barbeque.
...the tangy derision of barbeque!
And as you listen, for instance, to his “American” quartet,
I think you mean his String Quartet No. 12 in F, Op. 96 (1893), sometimes referred to as "America" or "American." Nice faux-scholarship.
sketched out on one of those visits to the American heartland, can’t you just imagine
Guh. This is going to be good, right?...
that some of those pungent/sweet/spicy/rich-flavored musical sounds may have been inspired by the multi-layered, sensuous experience of perfectly seasoned beef grilled over hot, smoky coals?
...or: worse than I imagined! My favorite musical sounds are totally pungent/sweet/spicy, and also, rich-flavored! Certainly not richly flavored. Adverbs are so rural.
Well, whether you can or not,
I totally can. Once I was writing a piece for class, and I smelled some barbeque, and I totally changed an F to an F#. Spicy! Rich-flavored!
this recipe is a natural compliment to Dvorak's universally appealing music
First: what? Second: This dude is some sort of musical/culinary synaesthete. Third, in re: the clause "universally appealing"...you may want to ask around.
— and the inclusion of Czech beer is no accident! —
This is so clever I threw up on myself.
inspired by the desire for a quick, uniquely-flavored but not overpowering sauce
Not overpowering--like Dvorak?
for grilled beef (although it will happily serve to enhance other kinds of meat as well).
I chose not to reproduce the recipe. If you are really curious you can follow the link. Suffice to say that, in Texas, they shoot you if your sauce has ketchup in it.
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1/28/08
Fun with Commodification!
Posted by Sator Arepo at 1:11 PM 4 comments
Labels: Dvorak, food metaphors, recipies, squeee
1/16/08
How to make Barber's "Andromache's Farewell"
This painful recipe is an American take on the classic German-Greek dish. “It’s underlying form is conventional (Mozart would have spotted it instantly), yet Barber joins it to the [original Greek] text with consummate ingenuity.” The ingredients are the same: one soprano and one orchestra. When done right (“with vitality”), the main ingredient (the soprano) is painted “at the extremity of pain and suffering.” The soprano will “sound energized by all this unrestrained fury,” which will "bite off consonants with barely concealed ferocity.” But, at the same time, the orchestra will match the soprano “punch for punch,” culminating in a “...raw dramatic set piece, [consisting of] all anguish and fervent outbursts.”
Ingredients
One Soprano, “crisp” with “vocal power” and “nervous energy” (if possible, choose a Deborah Voigt)
1 tsp. “Accusation”
1 tsp. “Pathos”
1 tsp. “Outcry”
In a large concert hall, bring the orchestra to rage (“the first few minutes”), while the “soprano contributes comparatively restrained snippets of recitative.” Then, “as the scene continues, the [soprano and the orchestra] reach out to one another, as if in sympathy – first in a stretch of lyrical melody, then in increasingly unhinged bursts of dramatic frenzy.” Next, “gradually [bring] the orchestra and singer into phase with one another,” until a “fever pitch” so that it “still has room for dramatic maneuvering.” Gradually stir in “lament, accusation, pathos, and outcry.” Let rage for "a terse 11 minutes" or until “lament, accusation, pathos and outcry” are all explored in various ways. Serve sporadically.
This nefarious recipe may be paired with Oliver Knussen, Richard Strauss, or an even-numbered Beethoven Symphony.
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Posted by Empiricus at 1:33 PM 1 comments
Labels: Deborah Voigt, Joshua Kosman, recipies, San Francisco Chronicle