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Pretty, but not cloying; smart, but not bogged down in hyper-conceptualization: Hands together for the decision to program these performances in the church: Actually, this one was likable enough, using the choir to deliver long tones and no letter sounds. As an aesthete, supporter of the arts, and huge believer in the non-quantifiable value of them, I don't enjoy the firing of blistering critiques at any artist. Especially considering that at a festival like Ostrava Days, a community is formed, and ostracizing someone or their work is uncomfortable.
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But the music isn't served by an inability to evaluate or appreciate distinctions of quality. And it's the blandness of countless contemporary works like Sharp's that make it that much harder for the truly unique ones to find their place: Even the way Sharp describes this piece once again calls into question the intellectual rigor of his compositional methods. The resultant soundfile was transcribed and orchestrated for choir. I had a nice fish afterwards, to clean and recalibrate my scales. This was a great atmosphere to just hang out and talk. A "retro-pop" guitar-bass-drums band, Koistinen, was on the stage when I showed up, and the first thing I noticed was how pleasant it was to hear decent amplified music with a backbeat.
That, and how delicious the local pilsener, Ostravar, is: And with specially designed troughs, ten liters can be carried at one time. Faces hidden to protect the innocent. Considering all the wonderful music I had heard over the last several days, it was shocking for me to realize that, up until this moment, I hadn't been able to express, with my body, that I was enjoying what I was hearing. There was a desperate yet jubilant intensity to this performance, and the concentrated force of his vocal delivery still haunts me, in the best of ways. Three students then played a viola, accordion, alto sax improv.
It was one of those great moments that happen in improv, where the music demanded something that the performer couldn't have anticipated, and she responded by giving herself completely up to the moment and the music's demands. It was like she needed the ballast of the piano to hold her up so that she could concentrate on digging down into herself to find the necessary sounds. She embraced her own vulnerability, and in the process found the strength to express the music that wanted to come out. From relaxation to revelation. One thing I've learned from attending a lot of festivals devoted to intensely adventurous music is that, at some point, you always need a dance party.
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Check this instrument out. This little gong summed up a lot about this band. It's a small plastic bathtub on wheels with a gong hanging above. It was struck with a mallet, then, using the soft felt pad connected via bungee cords, was slowly lowered with knee pressure into the tub. The sound shimmers when above the water, reverberates deeply against the walls of the tub as it descends inside and mutes when it touches the water. Not only is the sound fantastic, but the design serves a very specific purpose: The care that went into developing this instrument is the care that they displayed for every note they struck. Note the witchy broom adjacent.
During the early Cage pieces that started the second set - how can you not love a turntable and conch duo? At one moment of complete rapture, I wondered why anyone would write anything besides percussion music. I love vocals, especially vocals that play with the physical properties of speech, so this kind of composition is right up my alley. It's got drum blasts, moody changes and soft silences around dispersed rhythms. The theatricality was lost on none of the performers. What I remember most distinctly about this performance are the long pauses between percussive strikes, and how impressed I was at how perfectly-timed the percussionists all were when it was their time to simultaneously hit something.
No metronomes, no click-tracks: We expect percussionists to have an outstanding feel for time, but this was something beyond that: The members of Amadinda. In fact, a conductor who shall remain nameless confessed to me that only twice in his life has he found himself in the midst of conducting to be following what a performer is playing: He didn't even realize he was doing it until he was. That is how infectious Amadinda's sense of timing is. She controlled and concentrated the primal vitality at the center of this composition so it could come out in viscerally compelling vocalics. Can you grab me a boogie? After two sets of Amadinda's music, I started to feel not only personally reinvigorated, but suddenly optimistic for the planet.
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The care they were displaying for the qualities of the sounds that would simply frame this performance transformed the audience as well: The ambience couldn't have been more relaxed or suspenseful: This was Cage's final percussion composition, and while it doesn't specify which instruments to use, it does require two of the performers to choose five instruments, and two to choose four; obviously, with such a vast assortment to select from, the instruments chosen were incredibly sophisticated and unique. When he played it, I thought I was watching a jellyfish burlesque. Its reverberations were equally otherworldly: The composition itself has so much room for silence that the actions of the audience are intimately involved with the experience of any live performance of it.
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While everyone involved in contemporary music appreciates Cage and his contributions to some extent, after you discover him, research him and move on to other composers, his ubiquitous presence can make him easy to take for granted. But this rare opportunity to experience a performance of this piece reminded me how genuinely pleasurable the sounds produced by his music are. This transcendent set left me so completely ensorcelled that an usher had to tap me on the shoulder thirty minutes after it ended in order to rouse me from my focussed captivation.
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