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Atlas Eclipticales, Winter Music,
103
John Cage
The music of
John Cage represents "difficulty" in multiple ways. Firstly, there is the
perceived "difficulty" in appreciating the music qua music. Potential listeners
are alienated by the common (and simplistic) image of Cage as highbrow conceptualist, with
nothing to offer those who come to music seeking pretty sounds, arranged prettily. This
leads to a second difficulty, which is the difficulty a record company or an orchestra
suffers in getting people to attend a Cage concert, or buy a Cage album. In 2000, one
imagines modern-classical label heads gazing enviously at the sales figures for
avant-garde jazz albums (themselves hardly flying off the shelves).
The third difficulty, one exclusive to this release, is self-created by
the pieces' conductor, Petr Kotik. Cage's composition 103, which forms
Discs Three and Four of this four-disc box, contains in its score explicit instructions
that there is to be no conductor. This was likely rooted in Cage's fascination with Zen,
and chance, and his attempts to liberate music (and, indeed, the entire conception of what
constituted "music" at all) from traditional strictures. But whatever the
reason, one must accept that to an artist like Cage, for whom concept was primary,
instructions must be obeyed to the letter, otherwise the theory underpinning the piece is
lost, and it is no longer the piece that was composed.
Petr Kotik has taken it upon himself to conduct this recording of 103.
He justifies himself in a lengthy essay in the CD booklet, presumably to allay the outrage
of the sixteen people in the world who are likely to be outraged by this. It still seems
wrong, somehow, but the larger question emerges out of his departure from the instructions
given him. That question is: how does it sound? This is, after all, a recorded piece of
music, not merely a text to be interpreted.
The truth is, 103 is a better-sounding piece than Atlas
Eclipticalis & Winter Music (two pieces telescoped together and forming Discs One
and Two of the set). The piece seems to consist of single note solos, played in varying
sequences and at varying duration by each of the instruments of the orchestra. This
should, in theory, be virtually intolerable, and yet it is not. It becomes not oppressive
but soothing, and quite beautiful. Particularly when one attempts to distance oneself from
the individual moments of the music, and view it as a large melody played very slowly, it
begins to emerge in the mind like farmers' fields viewed from a plane. A pattern emerges,
and becomes hypnotic and highly pleasurable.
Atlas Eclipticalis & Winter Music is a wholly different
experience. The starkness seems much more forbidding, and uninviting, than the
spaciousness of 103. Atlas is not a pleasant listening experience; it
pervades the listener with gloom, and seems to lower the temperature in the room
significantly as it plays itself out. At two a.m. in February, in northern Maine, it might
be just the thing. It certainly seems to suggest frozen vistas of nothingness by its tones
and their placement. But for all the controversy (if that's not too strong) surrounding
the circumstances of its creation, 103 is, for purely aesthetic reasons, the keeper
here.
- Phil Freeman