Grunting and Snorting

Photo of pages 221-222 of John Culshaw’s Ring Resounding by There Stands the Glass.

Photo of pages 221-222 of John Culshaw’s Ring Resounding by There Stands the Glass.

John Culshaw writes about the incidental noise issued by conductor Hans Knappertsbusch in Ring Resounding.  Sure enough, Knappertsbusch’s “grunts and snorts” are clearly audible at the opening of a 1951 recording of Parsifal.

Studying the book is part of an ongoing investigation of Wagner corresponding with my burgeoning interest in classical music.  Culshaw’s detailed account of the first complete recording of Der Ring des Nibelungen is filled with delectable gossip and substantive musings.

Discovering that the disruptive ambient noise accompanying many of the classical concerts I’ve attended isn’t an aberration came as a shock.  Ill-timed coughs and the creaking of seats are also part and parcel of live recordings.  The non-musical sounds created by artists further altered my connection with the so-called fine art.

For instance, a pivotal moment of Deutsche Grammophon’s otherwise wonderful new recording of Krystian Zimerman’s Beethoven: Complete Piano Concertos is marred when members of the London Symphony Orchestra clamorously adjust their sheet music.  And the breathing of pianist Behzod Abduraimov is clearly audible on one of my favorite albums of 2021.

When I put on headphones and queue up Beethoven, Debussy or Wagner, I’m no longer surprised when the ostensibly pristine and often ethereal sounds are accompanied by grunts, snorts, murmurs and heavy breathing.  The humanizing revelation is one more indication classical music and opera aren’t nearly as arrogantly inhospitable and formidably precious as they initially appear.

The art of opera has nothing to do with obscene galas. Culshaw hoped his landmark recordings would make the form more equitable: “The sickness of opera has been, and is, that it is a very expensive and exclusive closed shop… Richard Wagner abhorred this attitude a hundred years ago, and we are only now beginning to make the slightest progress towards a change.”

Album Review: Nala Sinephro- Space 1.8

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I woke up on the wrong side of the bed on Sunday. In need of a pick-me-up more potent than coffee or juice, I turned to Nala Sinephro’s Space 1.8. I’d already been charmed by the London composer’s blend of new age mysticism and downtempo spiritual jazz. Could Sinephro’s “premise that sound moves matter” actually cure what ailed me? Sure enough, my discomfort eased markedly within 15 minutes. I felt fully restored by the end of the 44-minute album. Just as the apparent healing power of Space 1.8 works as a miraculous potion, it’s an artistic triumph in spite of a dubious premise. Few artists are capable of successfully combining the loopy quietism of 1980s Paul Winter with the contemporary telepathic transmissions of Flying Lotus. Yet Sinephro’s Space 1.8 is just the latest example of the magical improvised music renaissance raging in Britain.

Album Review: Molly Herron and Science Ficta- Through Lines

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What’s a viola da gamba? I scarcely know. Yet I’m absolutely gobsmacked by the sounds created by trios and quartets of the instrument on Through Lines. The new album by Molly Herron and Science Ficta opens with the portentous "Canon No. 3". Enchanting selections including "Trill" and "Lyra" advance the boundless beauty. Some may categorize Through Lines as classical music. Others may call it new music. As for myself? Clearly, it’s a divine manifestation of modern-day sorcery.

Album Review: Lauren Alaina- Sitting Pretty on Top of the World

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One of the ongoing jokes I share with my life partner concerns our mutual affection for K.T. Oslin’s infuriatingly catchy 1989 hit “Hey Bobby”.  Summoning one of the song’s several hooks is sure to lodge “Hey Bobby” in the other’s head for hours or even days.  It’s a delightfully dirty trick.

I mourned Oslin’s death at There Stands the Glass last year.  Even though Lauren Alaina failed to distinguish herself in the two live performances I’ve witnessed or with any of her initial hits, the contemporary country artist revives Oslin’s fiercely independent streak and wicked sense of humor on her surprisingly strong new album.

Rooted in age-old country themes, Sitting Pretty on Top of the World is a stylistic departure portraying Alaina as a new-school honky tonk hero.  Yet because it’s hindered by a few obnoxiously overproduced tracks, Sitting Pretty on Top of the World is a far cry from a dusty Loretta Lynn album.

Alaina strikes a delicate balance between the vanilla blandishments demanded by country radio programmers and forlorn songs about drinking and despair.  Some of the soccer moms who make up the core of her substantial fan base may conscientiously choose to shield their kids from the booze-laden project.

It’s possible a Sitting Pretty on Top of the World song- “Getting Over Him”, a duet with Jon Pardi, is a particularly promising candidate- will join “Hey Bobby” as one of my go-to personal relationship pranks rooted in a genuine appreciation of Alaina’s blend of slick pop-country and backwoods barroom anthems.

Album Review: Kanye West- Donda

Original image by There Stands the Glass.

Original image by There Stands the Glass.

I drove from Portland to Mount Hood a few hours after Donda was released.  Approaching the landmark while hearing Kanye West’s long-awaited tenth album for the first time was an unforgettable experience.  The increasingly imposing Mount Hood played peekaboo through the Oregon forest amid the plentiful twists and turns on U.S. Route 26.  Donda provided a correspondingly awe-inspiring soundtrack.

Just as calling Mount Hood a big pile of lava is misleading, to say Donda is unwieldy is a gross understatement.  Donda’s overwhelming scale initially causes it to seem incomprehensible.  Even though complaining about an excess of music from the most talented and influential figure in popular music of the past 20 years is churlish, the flabby album would benefit from the ruthless trimming of an unforgiving editor.

Pruned to four minutes, “Jesus Lord” would be an instant classic.  Yet “Jesus Lord” is stretched to nine minutes on the 108-minute Donda.  The 23-minute addendum of alternate versions of four songs tacked on to the end of Donda exacerbates the flaw.  In spite of its cumbersome length, Donda is a tour de force.

Donda is a somewhat conservative consolidation of West’s career.  Two elements prevent the ruminative perspective from being a nostalgic regression.  He attempts- and like all his brethren in faith, fails- to uphold the Christian tenets he’s embraced in recent years.  The palpable tension between the sacred and profane is delectable.

An astonishing parade of guests likewise invigorates Donda.  “Off the Grid,” one of Donda’s most immediately accessible songs- is bolstered by the presence of current star Playboi Carti.  Few things in recent memory make me happier than hearing the breakout Griselda crew members Conway the Machine and Westside Gunn collaborate with West on “Keep My Spirit Alive.”  The youthful coterie is balanced by the contributions of veterans including Buju Banton, Jay Electronica and Jay-Z.

Dad jokes, verses about parental responsibilities and acknowledgements of marital woes further reinforce West’s generational status.  As one of West’s famous rivals might suggest, what a time to be alive!  One day West will be as dormant as Mount Hood.  Yet appreciative fans will relish scrutinizing Donda’s gloriously imperfect cataclysmic eruptions for decades.

Album Review: Lee Morgan- The Complete Live at the Lighthouse

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My admiration of excess is even more pronounced than my fascination with confrontation.  That’s why I’m all in on The Complete Live at the Lighthouse, the seven-hour and 31-minute expansion of the Lee Morgan album originally released soon after it was recorded at the California club in 1970. The daunting length is a documentation of all 12 sets the quartet of Morgan (trumpet), Bennie Maupin (reeds), Harold Mabern (piano), Jymie Merritt (bass) and Mickey Roker (drums) played in the intimate room during a labor-intensive three-day stint. The stylistic tension between the musicians is conspicuous.  While his band mates seem content to rehash the hard bop that was quickly becoming passé, Maupin is eager to expand on the innovations of John Coltrane and Eric Dolphy.  The Complete Live at the Lighthouse, consequently, is a fascinating glimpse of music at a fateful breaking point.

August 2021 Recap: A Monthly Exercise in Critical Transparency

(Screenshot of Bye Bye Braverman by There Stands the Glass.)

(Screenshot of Bye Bye Braverman by There Stands the Glass.)

Top Ten Albums (released in August, not including August 27 titles)

1. Jana Rush- Painful Enlightenment

The art of noise.

2. Abstract Mindstate- Dreams Still Inspire 

My review.

3. Pink Siifu- Gumbo'!

Hey ya!

4. Shannon and the Clams- Year of the Spider

My review.

5. Tinashe- 333

Lucky numbers.

6. Max Richter- Exiles

Luminous.

7. Isaiah Rashad- The House Is Burning

Fire!

8. Bleachers- Take the Sadness Out of Saturday Night

My review.

9. Boldy James and The Alchemist- Bo Jackson

Another hit.

10. Angelika Niescier and Alexander Hawkins- Soul in Plain Sight

European birds of a feather.

Top Ten Songs (Released in August)

1. Injury Reserve- "Knees"

“A tough pill to swallow.”

2. Jungle- "No Rules"

Anarchy on the dance floor.

3. Robert Plant and Alison Krauss- "Can't Let Go"

Ooby dooby.

4. Connie Smith- "I'm Not Over You"

Going under. 

5. Rachika Nayar- "Memory as Miniatures"

What if Pat Metheny signed to Windham Hill instead of ECM?

6. Benny the Butcher- "The Iron Curtain"

Imposing.

7. Irreversible Entanglements- "Open the Gates"

“It’s energy time.”

8. Blackstarkids- “Juno”

Summertime blues.

9. Christina Bell featuring Fred Hammond- "Still Faithful"

Conviction.

10. $uicideboy$- “If Self-Destruction Was an Olympic Event, I’d Be Tanya Harding”

Going for gold.


Top Ten Films (viewed for the first time in August)

1. あん/Sweet Bean (2015)

Deliciously transcendent.

2. Moonlight (2016)

Hello stranger.

3. Blue Jasmine (2013)

Family feud.

4. The Wild Bunch (1969)

Desperados waiting for a train.

5. Les Vacances de Monsieur Hulot/Monsieur Hulot's Holiday (1953)

French slapstick.

6. Bye Bye Braverman (1968)

Funeral for a friend.

7. La Collectionneuse/The Collector (1967)

Attractive people do ugly things in beautiful places.

8. CODA (2021)

High school musical.

9. The Falcon in San Francisco (1945)

Conventional potboiler.

10. The Tomorrow War (2021)

Goofy sci-fi romp.


Live Music

I swore off electing to place myself amid crowds in Kansas City after a disheartening experience at the airport as August began.  The abhorrent behavior of halfwits and lunatics temporarily eradicated any possibility of enjoying myself at musical performances.

July’s recap and links to previous monthly surveys are here.

Album Review: Shannon and the Clams- Year of the Spider

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The Black Keys never did much for me.  I’ll turn on television sports programming if I want to hear beer commercial jingles.  The music made by Dan Auerbach and Patrick Carney often sounds like the calculated product of a boardroom committee rather than the earthy brilliance of the artists who inspired the duo.

Nonetheless, Auerbach played an integral role in some of the fun I’ve had in recent weeks.  He produced Yola’s glorious July 30 release Stand for Myself, a throwback roots album that’s intensified my late-night revelries.  Thanks to Auerbach’s steadying influence, Shannon and the Clams’ Year of the Spider may be even better.  The producer balances the band’s proclivity for sloppy mayhem with the professionalism characteristic of the Black Keys.

Shannon and the Clams outdo the Black Keys by occasionally improving on the classic sounds of their primary influences.  Hearing the Black Keys makes me long for the likes of R.L. Burnside and Creedence Clearwater Revival.  Year of the Spider songs including the title track and "All of My Cryin'" rival the timeless glory of Del Shannon, the Shangri-Las and Little Eva.

Auerbach is on a roll. Based on the Velveteers’ stellar advance single "Motel #27" from the forthcoming album Nightmare Daydream, Auerbach’s hot streak doesn’t seem as if it will stop anytime soon. And should songs by Yola, Shannon and the Clams or the Velveteers wind up in beer commercials, I may require an intervention.

Joan of Aria

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August 9 came and went without the compulsion to make an outlandish investment in opera tickets.  The date individual tickets for the 2021-22 season of the Metropolitan Opera went on sale had long been circled on my calendar.  I’d hoped to wheel a trip to New York City around Lise Davidsen’s appearance as Eva in Die Meistersinger von Nürnberg.  It’s not a great role, nor is it my favorite Wagner opera, but Davidsen was my lodestar during my quarantine-era immersion in opera.

A bit of good news temporarily prevents me from making definitive plans in 2022.  Instead of pouting about the likelihood of missing Davidsen, I’ve taken consolation in the work of one of her most famous antecedents.  Since making the boxed set my default soundtrack in recent weeks, all but three or four of the twenty hours of Joan Sutherland’s Complete Decca Studio Recitals have enlivened and uplifted me.

After coming to my attention through a handful of vintage operas I streamed last year, Sutherland came to mind as I read Willa Cather’s The Song of the Lark.  Thea Kronberg, the heroine of Cather’s novel, is an unlikely opera star.  Sutherland’s ascent was similarly implausible.

Dissociated from the stage, the Australian’s renderings of arias are entirely ingratiating in spite of her staggering vocal athleticism.  The extensive documentation of Sutherland’s welcoming approach nullifies opera’s unfortunate reputation as a difficult discipline meant to be appreciated only by ostentatious aesthetes and prosperous patrons of so-called high culture.

Album Review: Abstract Mindstate- Dreams Still Inspire

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The soul-soaked Chicago sound that captivated me at the opening of the millennium is still my favorite form of hip-hop. Abstract Mindstate’s 2005 release Chicago’s Hardest Working Mixtape Vol. 2: Project Soul a lesser-known companion piece to Kanye West’s game-changing 2004 debut College Dropout and Common’s 2005 hit Be. Lovingly produced by West, Dreams Still Inspire, the reunion of the duo of EP Da Hellcat and Olskool Ice-Gre, is a spot-on recreation of Project Soul. Olskool accurately raps: “We protected thе vibe, it's still intact. That Yeezy sound, it’s like a welcome mat.” I’m home.