|John Tilbury – The pianist speaks|
Softness draws the audience into the music – it encourages attentiveness and alertness. It also demands a ‘transcendental’ listening in its search for a revelatory experience. Perhaps that is what Feldman was referring to when on one occasion, just before a concert, waiting in the wings as I recall, he urged me, like a New York pugilist, to ‘knock ’em flat’.
on the unintended
Respect for the unintended (‘accidental’) embodies for the interpreter the notion of nowness, of uniqueness.
Moreover, the ‘accidental’ is a corollary of the extreme softness which Feldman demands and which necessarily involves risk. The player is playing on the edge, on the frontier between sound and no sound.
Accidentalness need not cause embarrassment; rather, unintended sounds are to be enjoyed, nourished, sometimes indulged. Keeping ears ‘fantastically adrift’ (Philip Clark), while alert to the surroundings and open to the possibility of change, is second nature to improvising musicians (AMM) as it must be for Feldman interpreters. There is no blue-print.
Accidentalness is an active component, which is to be contextualized, preferably with conviction. The music responds to the contingencies of venue, of temperature, etc. etc. In a radio discussion Feldman once referred to what he recognized, in many cases, as the professional musician’s apparent fear of his instrument, a fear that creates, as he put it, a distance between performer and instrument. He talked of the need, in his own music, for a closeness of player to instrument - what I would describe as an at-oneness, embodied in a radical commitment to the muscular, physical and essentially sensual qualities of performance of Feldman’s music.
The dialectic of extreme fingertip sensitivity and control – embodying the notion of intention – and the recognition, through an awareness of the contingent, of the impossibility, indeed the undesirability, of control. Intimately, at close quarters, the performer experiences the vulnerability of intention and the inevitablity, and acceptance, of failure. This gives the music its unique quality.
It is a foolhardy and naive interpreter who attempts to predetermine and structure his interpretation of this music, for it unfolds organically, responding to the idiosyncrasies of the instrument, the shape and acoustic of the room, the general ambience. All are active components in the music-making. The music takes on a quasi-autonomous nature, as if the musician is ‘tracking’ rather than consciously, i.e. ‘professionally’, producing the sounds; he/she steers a hazardous course in which phrasing, dynamics and rhythmic profile are ‘situational’. For example, in piano and string quartet the piano part comprises mainly arpeggios. I decided to instil a quality of ‘spontaneity’, of ‘improvisation’ into these arpeggios, individually characterizing them in some way or another: through discreet rubato, through dynamic inflection, subtle rhythmic distortion, etc.
In Feldman that which is given in the notation is essential; no rhetoric, nothing superfluous, and, one of Feldman’s great strengths, the unity of pitch and register is flawless.
Of course, much needs to be said through notation, but in my view, even more needs to be left unsaid. Too often, at least in my experience, notations ‘say’ too much. The balance between the said and the unsaid is the essence of the composer’s responsibility.
I am usually reluctant to question a composer about his score, though after a composer’s death, as in the case of Cardew and Feldman, I do regret not having asked them more. Yet to have to ask seems to me to demonstrate an inadequacy, either of the composer through failing to produce a notation which is self-sufficient, or of myself through an inability to understand what for others is crystal clear.
the sudden brief loudness, as the fff single chord in the piano part in the Trio. We wait through nearly six hours of music (the first two DVDs) for this. There are also sforzandi in the violin part, but with less impact. To the listener, taken by surprise, the loudness is more akin to noise, an invasion from an alien source. I often wonder what Feldman meant by this. The prescription is psychological rather than musical, perhaps? There are other less dramatic interventions, like the jaunty little repetitive dance which appears out of nowhere in for John Cage. And I scratch my head at the wilful appearances of empty measures prescribed 1/8 or 3/16. What is their function? Where is the difference?
At its best Feldman’s music can take our breath away, providing a revelatory experience, a transparency which has no need of argument. Thinking back to Piano and String Quartet there are moments of extraordinary beauty when, through a sudden change of register, darkness enshrouds the music; elsewhere the string sound enshrouds the piano arpeggios.
Feldman seems to occupy a metaphysical space and encroaches on the domain of spirituality normally associated with religion. Thus art wrests spirituality from religion; spirituality is not the private property of religion. Perhaps with Feldman one can make a case for a kind of musical utopianism. One cannot play this music in a merely professional capacity.
"If the doors of perception were cleansed, every thing would appear to man as it is – Infinite." Blake – Marriage of Heaven and Hell.
I recall an occasion in Graz, Austria, performing Feldman’s triadic memories (1981), a work lasting around an hour and a half, beginning in a natural light but which was beginning to fade, and the concert, accompanied, enhanced by the changing light, (the only artificial light was a lamp) ended in near darkness. Towards the end of the performance bells from a distant church provided a miraculous counterpoint – a merging of Art with everyday reality; and at a stroke what Anita Brookner calls the monstrous egotism of the artist – in this case composer and performer – is punctured, undermined; and the music could no longer say simply ‘listen to me’; nor could the performer demand of his audience ‘look at me’. Cardew used to talk about the ‘musical composition of the world’.
Listening to triadic memories on that day two women, one young, one elderly, were weeping. I mention it, not least because I think it is a rare occurrence at concerts and I can only speculate on the reasons. But I believe they have something to do with meanings in Feldman’s art I have already touched upon: human vulnerability and fragility. In the late works the enveloping hugeness of Feldman’s canvas reminds one of the great Rothko black paintings. There, too, in the Rothko Chapel in Houston people sit and quietly weep.