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Sunday, April 12, 2009

Beglarian’s Chamber Music: Magic through Risk-Sharing, Intimacy through Obligate FM

 Eve Beglarian
J    esus said, ‘I have cast fire upon the world and, see, I am guarding it until it blazes.’ ”
  —  Gospel of Thomas, v. 10, quoted by Eve Beglarian, ‘Until It Blazes’.
I    am (you are) the light that shines over all things. I am (you are) everywhere. From me (you) all came forth, and to me (you) all return. Split a piece of wood, and I am there. Lift a stone, and you will find me there. Tend a sick sheep, and you will find me there.”
  —  Gospel of Thomas, v. 77.
E    very atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.”
  —  Walt Whitman, ‘Leaves of Grass’.
L    istening for the magic, as if our lives depended on it.”
  —  Eve Beglarian, quoted in Hinkle, p. 148.
T he music and writings of Eve Beglarian are terse, capable of having radical impact for those who are amenable to attending to them.


    [50-sec clip, Eve Beglarian, ‘Until It Blazes’, Segment 1, 1.6MB MP3]


    [50-sec clip, Eve Beglarian, ‘Until It Blazes’, Segment 2, 1.6MB MP3]


    [50-sec clip, Eve Beglarian, Messiah Remix, ‘Be/Hold’, Segment 1, 1.6MB MP3]


    [50-sec clip, Eve Beglarian, Messiah Remix, ‘Be/Hold’, Segment 2, 1.6MB MP3]

E ve’s iconoclastic tendencies are endearing. Only phonies/fogies would consider them seriously threatening. And her compositional methods are wonderfully diverse—pushing envelopes that we didn’t know were there. I listen to some of the synth ‘chirps’ and tone-pips in several of her pieces...


    [50-sec clip, Ray Lynch, Deep Breakfast, ‘Tiny Geometries’, 1.6MB MP3]

E ve’s use of ambient chirps and tone-pips is not like, say, Ray Lynch’s use of them. Many communication sounds, including those of primates such as New World monkey twitter calls, contain frequency-modulated (FM) swept-spectrum signals or tone-pips. Others have rhythmic pulses that are FM swept click-trains. Complex natural sounds (e.g., vocalizations or speech) can be characterized by specific spectro-temporal patterns the components of which change in both frequency (FM) and amplitude (AM).

B ut the timing and properties of Eve’s tone-pips are measurably, statistically different from Lynch’s—Eve’s are more like natural primates and birds—and therein lies, I think, a source of the radical, profound effects that Eve’s compositions have. She is ‘wired’ into a part of our innate neurophysiology—a part that is engaged in our reflexively apprehending patterns in our surroundings, and disambiguating and prioritizing the profusion of patterns. Upon a first hearing Eve’s music confronts us with and makes us aware of details of our own inner workings that we may not have known existed; upon subsequent hearings, we revisit what we learned about those details, and reflect upon what it means and how it matters.

I t’s interesting to find what the probability density function and statistical kurtosis of a music signal are, as a means to figure out why the music works or has the effects on us that it does. In a mixture of a Gaussian signal with a sub-Gaussian signal, the Gaussian signal will be significantly attenuated or suppressed, in terms of the pulse-train intensity and auditory evoked potentials in the brain [see links below].

T he probability densities of Beglarian’s music that I’ve examined with my signal-processing set-up tend to be super-Gaussian (kurtosis > 3.0). This generally occurs because there is a substantial amount of low-amplitude time in her compositions (tracks). By concentrating the energy near zero during these times, the probability density function (PD) becomes more peaked, and therefore becomes more super-Gaussian.

 Super-Gaussian passage, Eve Beglarian, ‘Until It Blazes’
I f the raw, super-Gaussian music signals are admixed with others, they will have less ‘gain’ (in human auditory processing) than, say, a competing sub-Gaussian signal. One might want, therefore, to alter the probability density function of the music signals from super-Gaussian to sub-Gaussian. A frequency-modulated (FM) signal is always sub-Gaussian.

A n FM signal, fc(t), is mathematically defined by the function [see Dunlop & Smith]:

 Eq.1
where A is the carrier-frequency amplitude, ωc is the carrier frequency, fm(t) is the modulating signal, and B is proportional to the modulation depth. This equation shows that the amplitude of the carrier never is changed, but the frequency varies according to the modulation signal. As a result, the probability density function is exactly the same as the probability density function of the carrier itself:

 Eq.2
T his particular probability density function is the probability density function of a sinusoidal, and has a kurtosis of 1.5 (or an excess kurtosis of -1.5).

B ut there is no ‘law’ that says that the carrier has to be of a single pitch or frequency, that it has to be sinusoidal. Likewise, there is no ‘law’ that says that the carrier has to be many orders of magnitude different in frequency from the modulating signal. In FM radio it is true that the frequencies in the audio signal are many tens of thousands of times lower than the FM radio carrier frequency, but that is because of the radio broadcast use-case, which is not applicable in Eve’s musical-soundscape use-case.

S o all signals, whether super-Gaussian, Gaussian, or sub-Gaussian, are necessarily, obligatorily converted to a sub-Gaussian signal if they are frequency-modulated—and that is part of the physics that Eve’s compositions take advantage of, to achieve the effects and impact that they do. Gaussian and super-Gaussian signals do not give way to themes that are conveyed by sub-Gaussian signals; they are ‘taken over’ by the sub-Gaussians. Quasi-vivisectionist/neuroanatomist, Eve takes us apart: her pieces are fascinating lessons, revealing to us how we work, deep down inside. Different interpretation of chamber music as ‘intimacy’.

I n ‘Until It Blazes’, the latter part of the piece is overwhelmed by a high-frequency noise spectrum that, essentially, becomes an FM ‘carrier’ for the other musical signals with which it’s admixed and which it takes over. It’s not that the other signals are buried; no, the amplitudes stay the same. Rather, the admixture/modulation causes new processing by our hearing and auditory cortex—processing by which are able to detect and respond to FM acoustic signals. The musical result—and the gnostic text that inspired it—compel us to reprioritize what we believe, what we believe we know; re-think the evidence that is the basis for our knowing... This isn’t merely ‘edginess’ or gratuitous excitement. It’s politically interventional, potentially life-changing—features that are characteristic of Eve’s work. It’s an invitation to a self-styled, radically self-examining intimate community.

T he ‘gnostic’ gospels reference the Greek word ‘gnosis’, meaning ‘knowledge’. Arguably, Gnostic philosophy—finding answers to spiritual questions within oneself, without reliance on a church or priests; individuals learning to free themselves from the material world by way of meditation and enlightenment—did begin in pre-Christian times; either that, or it was a Jewish reaction to Judaism reacting to early Christianity. Some introductory comments about the apocrypha, gnostic Gospel of Thomas and the 114 ‘sayings’ it contains are here. A fine provocation for meditation, I think, on the occasion of Easter.

E    ve started out as an Uptowner with a Princeton-Columbia education, but then jumped ship and began composing music her professors couldn’t countenance. Her approach to musical sources is omnivorous. She’s made collages of disco music, updated the 14th-century composer Guillaume de Machaut, made theater pieces out of Kurt Schwitters’ nonsensical ‘Ur-Sonata’, and quoted Gregorian chants along with the sounds of a couple having orgasms. One of her best pieces is ‘No Man’s Land’, a gritty poem to New York whose thoughtful text is accompanied by sampled sounds as grating as the city itself. Beglarian is an amazingly high-tech sampling artist, and much of her music—even orchestra pieces like ‘FlamingO’—uses brilliantly manipulated prerecorded noises.”
  —  Kyle Gann.




Sunday, March 23, 2008

Philip West’s Chamber Ensemble Arrangement of Mahler’s Rückert Lieder

 Jan DeGaetani
T  he performances here, leaving aside the emotional circumstances of their provenance, are priceless. [DeGaetani’s] illness had done nothing to dim the lustrous quality of her instantly recognizable mezzo voice nor her impeccable musicianship. West’s chamber reductions of the orchestral scores are skillful and effective. This is one of my ‘desert isle’ recordings [ —one that, were I marooned on a desert isle, I would salvage as one of the but few things I could take with me from the wreck].”
  —  J. Scott Morrison, 2003.
I spend part of Easter Sunday listening to the chamber ensemble arrangements of Mahler’s ‘Fünf Lieder nach Texten von Friedrich Rückert’ by Jan DeGaetani’s husband, Philip West (oboe, English horn, shawm, and krummhorn; long-time Professor of chamber music at Eastman School of Music), sung by DeGaetani, accompanied by the Eastman Chamber Ensemble. These are the last recordings made by DeGaetani, several months before her death from leukemia. The recording was done in 1989 and released on Bridge Records in 1993. Coincidentally, Philip West died also of leukemia 14 years later, on 26-JUN-2004. He was 73. At the time of her death, she had been 56.

 Philip West The movements are as follows:

  • Blicke mir nicht in die Lieder! − Do not look at my songs! (June 1901)
  • Ich atmet’ einen linden Duft − I breathed a gentle fragrance (July 1901)
  • Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen − I am lost to the world (August 1901)
  • Um Mitternacht − At midnight (August 1901)
  • Liebst du um Schönheit − If you love for beauty (August 1902)
W est’s arrangements enhance the suppleness of line, delicacy of texture, and uncertainty of intermittent admixtures—they emphasize these qualities even more than in the original Mahler orchestrations.

In fact, if you hear DeGaetani’s rendering of the West arrangements, you will rethink whether the original full-orchestra Mahler manuscripts were as good as these—rethink whether any of the many superb orchestral performances of the originals are anywhere near this good. In some ways, West’s arrangements are like expert ‘novelizations’ of a screenplay—faithful transductions after-the-fact, which not only are true to the original intent but in many ways improve upon the originals or reveal shades and nuances that were not fully developed in them.

Chronologically, these lieder hail from a time in Mahler’s life when he was in progressively worse health, and the precariousness of his prognosis totally changed his outlook and his compositional style—from the more extroverted ‘early’ Mahler, to the introverted and otherworldly ‘late’ Mahler. Four of these five songs were written in the summer of 1901; Liebst du um Schönheit in summer of 1902. The first four were originally issued individually, in versions for voice with piano and orchestra; Liebst was only in piano manuscript and was orchestrated posthumously in 1916.

Unlike his ‘Lieder eines fahrenden Gesellen’ or ‘Kindertotenlieder’, Mahler’s five Rückert Lieder do not form a cycle. And their other-worldliness is not some beatific transcendental vision; rather, it is an existential despair—a profound relinquishing; a near-total cessation of desire; a hebephrenic hymn, inconsolable, announcing the futility of any attempts to provide solace.

Blicke mir nicht in die Lieder’ confides that the poet/composer/performer mistrusts her/his own judgment as frail or unreliable—confides an irreducible uncertainty, such that anything she/he might say does not bear overmuch scrutiny. A life’s story, retold in the waning days, may be marked by revisions and changed perceptions—priorities reset and substituted in recollection, priorities that may not have been quite as they are now being recounted.

The orchestral version of these lieder is thinly orchestrated—mostly single winds, horn, harp, plus a few violins and violas; in some songs a celesta is added. The string parts are ethereal, atmospheric. ‘Um Mitternacht’ is dark, midnightly in its coloration. Here, Mahler specified an orchestra without strings, just pairs of woodwinds (with a single oboe d’amore instead of an oboe section), three horns, two trumpets, three trombones, a solitary tuba, tympani, plus harp and piano.

 Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen’, the most hebephrenic, regressive, and despondent of the Rückert songs, is serene only by way of withdrawal from society. We infer that the withdrawal is natural result of the protagonist’s struggle in the preceding two stanzas. This song, dark and weighty, has an English horn but no flute. It presents a pensive upward melodic line, up from two notes to three, and then arcing toward the line’s melodic peak, followed by descent. This is beautiful in all of the various versions. But it seems best of all in a thinner chamber ensemble arrangement, like Philip West’s, or in the original piano version. The Jan DeGaetani—Eastman Ensemble performance (this arr. by Philip West) is my favorite. Or, a close ‘second’, the Lorraine Hunt Lieberson—Roger Vignoles one—also very intimate. In the case of the latter version, Lieberson’s own failing health informed her interpretation, in much the same manner as Jan DeGaetani’s health informed the 1989 Eastman performance. ‘Desert isle’ material, indeed!


 Painter book

Ich atmet' einen linden Duft!I breathed a gentle fragrance!
Im Zimmer standIn the room stood
Ein Zweig der Linde,a sprig of linden,
Ein Angebindea gift
Von lieber Hand.from a dear hand.
Wie lieblich war der Lindenduft!How lovely was the fragrance of linden!
  
Wie lieblich ist der Lindenduft!How lovely is the fragrance of linden!
Das LindenreisThat twig of linden
Brachst du gelinde!you broke off so gently!
Ich atme leisSoftly I breathe in
Im Duft der Lindethe fragrance of linden,
Der Liebe linden Duft.the gentle fragrance of love.
  
Liebst du um Schönheit,If you love for beauty,
O nicht mich liebe! Oh, do not love me!
Liebe die Sonne,Love the sun,
Sie trägt ein gold'nes Haar!She has golden hair!
  
Liebst du um Jugend,If you love for youth,
O nicht mich liebe!Oh, do not love me!
Liebe der Frühling,Love the spring;
Der jung ist jedes Jahr! It is young every year!
  
Liebst du um Schätze,If you love for treasure,
O nicht mich liebe. Oh, do not love me!
Liebe die Meerfrau,Love the mermaid;
Sie hat viel Perlen klar.She has many clear pearls!
  
Liebst du um Liebe,If you love for love,
O ja, mich liebe!Oh yes, do love me!
Liebe mich immer, Love me ever,
Dich lieb' ich immerdar.I'll love you evermore!
  
Blicke mir nicht in die Lieder!Do not look at my songs!
Meine Augen schlag' ich nieder,My eyes I lower,
Wie ertappt auf böser Tat.as if I've been caught in an evil deed.
Selber darf ich nicht getrauen,I can't even trust myself
Ihrem Wachsen zuzuschauen.to watch them grow.
Deine Neugier ist Verrat!Your curiosity is a betrayal!
  
Bienen, wenn sie Zellen bauen,Bees, when they build their cells,
Lassen auch nicht zu sich schauen,also do not let anyone observe them;
Schauen selber auch nicht zu.even themselves.
Wann die reichen HonigwabenIf the rich honeycombs
Sie zu Tag gefördert haben,are brought out to the light of day,
Dann vor allen nasche du!then you shall taste them before everyone else!
  
Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen,I am lost to the world
Mit der ich sonst viele Zeit verdorben,with which I used to waste so much time,
Sie hat so lange nichts von mir vernommen,It has heard nothing from me for so long
Sie mag wohl glauben, ich sei gestorben!that it may very well believe that I am dead!
  
Es ist mir auch gar nichts daran gelegen,It is of no consequence to me
Ob sie mich für gestorben hält,Whether it thinks me dead;
Ich kann auch gar nichts sagen dagegen,I cannot deny it,
Denn wirklich bin ich gestorben der Welt.for I really am dead to the world.
  
Ich bin gestorben dem Weltgetümmel,I am dead to the world's tumult,
Und ruh' in einem stillen Gebiet!And I rest in a quiet realm!
Ich leb' allein in meinem Himmel,I live alone in my heaven,
In meinem Lieben, in meinem Lied!In my love and in my song!
  
Um MitternachtAt midnight
Hab' ich gewachtI awoke
Und aufgeblickt zum Himmel;and gazed up to heaven;
Kein Stern vom SterngewimmelNo star in the entire mass
Hat mir gelachtdid smile down at me
Um Mitternacht.at midnight.
  
Um MitternachtAt midnight
Hab' ich gedachtI projected my thoughts
Hinaus in dunkle Schranken.out past the dark barriers.
Es hat kein LichtgedankenNo thought of light
Mir Trost gebrachtbrought me comfort
Um Mitternacht.at midnight.
  
Um MitternachtAt midnight
Nahm ich in achtI paid close attention
Die Schläge meines Herzens;to the beating of my heart;
Ein einz'ger Puls des SchmerzesOne single pulse of agony
War angefachtflared up
Um Mitternacht.at midnight.
  
Um MitternachtAt midnight
Kämpft' ich die Schlacht,I fought the battle,
O Menschheit, deiner Leiden;O Mankind, of your suffering;
Nicht konnt' ich sie entscheidenI could not decide it
Mit meiner Machtwith my strength
Um Mitternacht.at midnight.
  
Um MitternachtAt midnight
Hab' ich die MachtI surrendered my strength
In deine Hand gegeben!into your hands!
Herr! über Tod und LebenGod! over death and life
Du hältst die WachtYou keep watch
Um Mitternacht!at midnight!