Skip to comments.The blind spots of Pierre Boulez
Posted on 03/27/2016 10:14:40 AM PDT by Borges
I first played under the baton of Pierre Boulez more than a quarter of a century ago, shortly after I joined the Chicago Symphony. I always admired him as a human being. He was kind, brilliant, generous, and by all accounts a great and loyal friend. On more than one occasion he rescued the Chicago Symphony on short notice after other conductors had to cancel on us. Indeed, he and Bernard Haitink stepped in to steer the orchestras artistic fortunes following Daniel Barenboims abrupt departure in 2006. All of us in the orchestra are very much in his debt.
But in addressing his legacy, I feel that another aspect of his life must be acknowledged. As a polemicist, he had a profound effect on how we thought about music for much of the 20th century and beyond. On the whole, I think this effect was far from beneficial.
In an essay that dates from 1980, the composer Ned Rorem describes a lecture that Boulez gave on the subject of Debussys Etudes. Boulez, according to Rorem, characterized an E-natural in the eighth bar of the Etude-in-Fourths as a veering from the key center. Rorem pointedly disagrees, hearing it as a blue note. Indeed, Rorem hears the whole lush piece as a jazz improvisation. Boulezs premise, Rorem tells us, is that all roads lead to dodecaphonism (i.e. to twelve-tone atonal music).
Debussy was one of Boulezs heroes and so, in Boulezs view, his music must be heard as a harbinger of the glorious atonal world to come. Rorems essay reminds me of something I read back in my college days, Herbert Butterfields The Whig Interpretation of History. Butterfield brilliantly takes the conventional wisdom of the historians of his time to task in this brief book from the 1930s. He feels that they regarded history as a teleological phenomenon; mankind was progressing towards a world-view that, coincidentally, was the world-view held by these historians. All previous modes of thought, then, were judged as enlightened or reactionary according to how closely they resembled the views of the Whig Historians.
Unfortunately, a teleological narrative is extremely problematic in regard to artistic achievement. Einstein could supersede Newton and antibiotics clearly work better than leeches. But can we truly progress beyond Bach or Mozart? Ironically in a man who was famed for his modernism Boulezs faith in mans eternal journey ever closer to perfection seems a quaint 19th century mindset. It is a way of looking at the world that was, for most of us, discredited by the nightmare of the 20th centurys totalitarian conceptions. We learned the hard way that the rational mind of man was not inexorably advancing toward a utopian future.
Like any good Whig, Boulez picked good guys and bad guys from the pantheon of composers. He favored those whom he could fit into his own narrative, that the entire history of western music was a long struggle to throw off traditional tonal practice. Not many composers before Debussy earned his approval. The only composer born before 1860 I can remember him conducting more than once in the 25 years I played under his baton is Berlioz. Even in the 20th century, there was no shortage of composers who did not conform to Boulezs March of Progress, and were thus unworthy of his consideration.
In an interview with the Chicago journalist Dennis Polkow on the occasion of his 85th birthday, Boulez went to some length in trashing Dmitri Shostakovich:
I heard [the First Cello Concerto] twice over the years, and I am not saying that it made me physically sick or anything like that, but Tchaikovsky was more radical than Shostakovich. I heard the Fifth Symphony a few years back here in Chicago; it is so conventional. And Symphony Fifteen, this business of long quotes from Rossini, what a poor excuse for some imagination. If we are to play Shostakovich, why not Hindemith? You know, in the history of music, there are composers without whom the face of music would be completely different, and composers whom if they had never existed, it would have made no difference whatsoever.
This is as eloquent a manifesto as one could want for the world-view and unstated assumptions of the Whig Historian. Composers, Boulez implies, are to be judged by whether or not they change the face of music, and it is clear what manner of changes were required to earn his approval. Whether or not music is beautiful or enables the audience to experience something that it finds meaningful and valuable is apparently beside the point. In addition, it is dismaying to see Boulez, who was ordinarily so kind and gracious, condemning Shostakovichs Fifth for being conventional. Shostakovich was nearly destroyed for writing music that displeased his Soviet taskmasters. He wrote the Fifth Symphony in the style he did because his career and perhaps even his life depended upon it. To condemn this music for being conventional is rather like telling a political prisoner, You know, you really should get out more!
And yet, cant the argument be made that Shostakovich was, in his way, more progressive than Boulez? The business of long quotations that Boulez ridicules in the 15th Symphony always struck me as an inspired use of found objects, which, in a work that dates from 1971, presages such contemporary visual artists as Alan Rankle and Tracy Emin, not to mention the samplings of preexisting recordings that are often used in rap and hip hop. There is nothing comparable in the music of Boulez. Indeed, I find that his angular melodic shapes and the thoroughgoing dissonance of his harmonies never entirely left the sound world of the Second Viennese School, notwithstanding the superior sophistication and flexibility of his serial techniques, the often daunting rhythmic complexity, and the greater variety in timbre achieved through electronic technology and the subtlety and complexity of his instrumentation.
There were other blind spots in Boulezs aesthetics that affected his view of Shostakovich. An element of Shostakovich that Boulez could not even acknowledge, so foreign was it to his own viewpoint, was the Russians use of popular elements in his music, of folk materials, military marches, and dance rhythms. In this, Shostakovich (and Mahler and others before him), foresaw the melding of high and low art that is so much a part of our present artistic landscape.
I always felt that this limited Boulez when he conducted composers such as Bartok and Mahler, whose styles were deeply affected by popular elements and folk materials. One work I performed with him countless times was Mahlers Seventh Symphony. In the third movement, which to me is thebes t music in the symphony, the climax is a crushingly vulgar fortissimo waltz theme grotesquely orchestrated with an appallingly banal accompaniment. Mahler marks the music Wild, and it should be horrifying. I always imagine Mahler as a neurotic child encountering drunken, brawling soldiers at his fathers tavern near their barracks in rural Bavaria. It would be hard to conjure a more harrowing depiction of Hannah Arendts banality of evil. But in the hands of Boulez it always came across as bizarrely elegantnot too fast, not too loud, very accurate. It would have been hard to miss more completely the point of the music.
Inexplicably, more than a few critics accepted his view reducing Mahler to a mere way station on the road to Schoenberg (and Boulez). In a review from Oct. 7, 2010 of a Boulez performance of Mahler 7 with the Chicago Symphony, John Von Rhein, of the Chicago Tribune wrote: It took the alert ear of Boulez to recognize the distant footfalls of the Second Vienna School in Mahlers weird harmonic clashes.
Indeed, critics almost universally praised Boulezs Mahler interpretations, even of this berserk symphony, for their Apollonian vision. The logic escapes me. Would we praise a diva for a similarly cerebral depiction of the Mad Scene in Lucia? By not letting herself get overwrought, and calmly singing as if she were at a Presbyterian Church service, the soprano let us really see the melodic lines and harmonies as Donizetti wrote them
Would we praise an actor doing Lear for his emotional detachment, and marvel at how he seems so unaffected by his daughters betrayal of him that for once we really see Shakespeares words as they appear on the page? In passages such as this excerpt from the Seventh, vulgarity is at the very heart of the music; it wallows in the popular culture of Mahlers time. It never seemed to occur to Boulez that this music must be tied to the world that inspired it outside of the notes on the page. This is another way in which the world left Boulez the modernist behind. His aesthetics were almost obsessed with stylistic consistency. He derided composers past and present for using preexisting structures and tonal schemes with which to organize their material, rather than reinventing the structural wheel with each new work according to the nature of the material therein. In his essay Debussy and the Dawn of Modernism he lauds his hero: What was overthrown was the very concept of form itself, here freed from the impersonal constraints of the schema demanding a technique of perfect instantaneous adequacy. Im not sure what perfect instantaneous adequacy is. Maybe it works better in the original French.
Later, this essay is even more opaque, at least in translation: Motion, the instant, irrupt into his music, not merely an impression of the instant, of the fugitive to which it has been reduced, but really a relative and irreversible conception of musical time, and more generally, of the musical universe.
In any case, we get the idea. Each piece of music must create its own form according to the material being manipulated; it must owe nothing to anything that exists outside its own microcosm. This unfortunately leaves out a lot of the way the world actually exists in our time. If I walk a mile or so north from the Chicago Symphonys hall, I see a joyous cacophony of architectural styles, promiscuously borrowing from millennia of human historyneo gothic structures like the Tribune Tower, Frank Gehrys post-modernist conception at Millenium Park, a few Modernist rectangles, Renzo Pianos lighter-than-air confection for the modern wing of the ArtInstitute and so on.
Many composers since the mid-20th century have reflected this aspect of our world in their music. The Soviet master Alfred Schnittke even coined a term for it: Polystylism. The Chicago Symphony currently has two brilliant young composers-in-residence, Mason Bates and Anna Clyne, who write music that is a glorious mash-up of, among other things, club music dance beats, electronic wizardry, and classical techniques both contemporary and anachronistic. It seems to me that this is the future, and Boulezs paeans to Debussys structural integrity are very much the past. Yet still, it is almost impossible to find anything written about Boulez that doesnt pay homage to his cutting-edge modernism.
The image of the creative artist as misunderstood genius who is appreciated only by posterity is a cliché. Like many clichés, it has some elements of truth to it. Mahler, Schubert, Bruckner, and Berlioz are certainly appreciated more today than they were in their lifetimes. With Boulez, though, we have a new phenomenon. Here is a composer that started as an enfant terrible urging us to blow up opera houses and ended up a stalwart
Establishment institutionand yet never had to write any music that mainstream classical music audiences actually wanted to hear to achieve his climb to eminence.
Indeed, it became somehow bad form to point out that his music is not very successful with the public. In January 2010, the Chicago Symphony sponsored a chamber concert featuring many of his works in honor of his 85th birthday. I was told that the Chicago Architecture Foundation, which has the good luck to be located next to Symphony Center, was overrun with literally hundreds of patrons fleeing the concert at intermission, still clutching their programs. I was told this by one of the refugees. Naturally, this mass exodus was not deemed worthy of mention in any of the press accounts of the event, just as there is a polite silence in the local press about the banks of empty seats at the Chicago Symphony that still result from any program in which the music of Boulez is prominent.
How could Boulez come to such prominence while composing music of such limited appeal? I believe that it was his Whig sensibility, and his success in getting the rest of the world to buy into it, that enabled him to achieve this. The powers that be in classical music decided that Boulez was right. Atonality was the only true path, the goal that we had been unwittingly striving toward ever since the first Gregorian chant. If you were writing tonal music by the middle of the 20th century, you were irrelevant, or, as Boulez put it in his notorious 1952 essay Eventuellement , useless. So it didnt matter whether audiences actually liked itthat was the new music they got. History and Progress had allowed us no alternative.
For a couple of generations after World War Two, composers who employed elements of traditional tonality became endangered species at the music schools of our great universities.
Of course it is simplistic to say that Boulez by himself caused this. But there was no denying his power as a polemicistand the power of his considerable personal charm. His Whig narrative became accepted wisdom. Tonality, and music that communicated to the traditional classical audience, were consigned historys ash heap. This was a tragedy for American music. Whenever I perform Copland, or Bernstein, or Barber, I think of how the 1940s must have looked to American musicians at the time. Copland was an established talent, basking in the great success of his Third Symphony and the ballets. Bernstein had arrived on the scene in a big way, composing the Clarinet Sonata and On The Town in that decade. Barber was hitting his stride, and there was a phalanx of highly skilled composers of the second rank on hand, such as Walter Piston and William Schuman. Our nation was poised like Bohemia at the time of Smetana and Dvorak, or Russia in the heyday of the Mighty Five, to tell our story in classical music, to create an indigenous national school. It was not to be. Barbers lyricism got him laughed off the stage. Copland was cowed into writing twelve-tone music in the 1950s. And Bernstein had his greatest successes on Broadway and on the podium.
One of Boulezs staunchest allies was my old Music Director, Daniel Barenboim. It was under Barenboims auspices that Boulez was named Principal Guest Conductor of the Chicago Symphony, and Barenboim frequently programmed the music of Boulez and his acolytes. He never deigned to conduct the 20th century composers Boulez would have described as useless, unless he was compelled to accompany something along the lines of a Prokofiev concerto. He was pretty open about his disdain for the more tonal currents of our time. But one time, he did condescend to conduct Samuel Barber. It was our first concert in Chicago after 9/11, and he selected Barbers Adagio for Strings to commemorate the tragedy. I always wanted to ask him why, when it came time to bring people together in a shared emotion (Wasnt this a prime motivation for why humanity has always turned to music in the first place?), his esteemed Schoenberg and Boulez suddenly werent up to the job and he had to resort to the benighted modal harmonies of Samuel Barber. Doesnt this tell us something profound about the limitations of the progress that Pierre Boulez always insisted we had made?
I always initially think Pierre Boulle, French novelist, when I see Pierre Boulez.
two side to every coin
Thanks for posting it.
He can say what he wants now that he is out from under the thumb of these people.
Boulez may have been the best all around conductor of 20th century music. It’s a shame he was so unwilling to depart from his One True Faith.
My own musical preference has been almost exclusively for the harmonies and tonalities of the Classical and Romantic periods, and I therefore had little exposure to Boulez and his work. Nevertheless, I found this article to be a fascinating glimpse into the world of a professional musician who performed at the highest level with one of the world’s great orchestras. The author’s knowledge of music history, theory, and criticism are truly impressive. I learned much from reading his article, and I thank you for posting it.
De gustibus non est disputandem
(or, where do we get “oughts” about music? maybe only worship music, which is for God, really deserves “oughts” and even yet there’s more than one way to do it that comes across as reverent).
Boulez may have been the best all around conductor of 20th century music.
But how did he conduct Bach, Handel, Haydn Mozart, Beethoven, Schubert, Schumann, Mendelssohn, Brahms?
He disliked Mendelssohn and Brahms and never conducted them. When he was hired by NY Phil he said “I hate Tchaikovsky and will not conduct him.”. He also hated Dvorak, Strauss and all 19th century Italian opera.
Knowing what artists went through in Stalin’s Russia, I am appalled that Boulez would criticize Shostakovitch for not being more “out there” and experimental. Under Stalin, all art was in the service of the State, and one look at the architecture, sculpture, paintings, and music of the “Soviet Realism” genre tells us everything we need to know about the creative spirit being crushed by Totalitarianism.
Artists who were lucky enough to escape or defect were able to blossom in freedom, and be as weird as they wanted to be. Those who had to create art under the boot-heel of Stalin are remarkable in that they were able to create beautiful things in spite of their restrictions. The dross has fallen off, the apartment blocks have crumbled, the ugly statues have been toppled, and the dumb ballets about “The-Peoples’-Democratic-Brigade-Triumphs-Over-The-Capitalist-Oppressors” are consigned to the dustbin of history, but we still listen to Shostakovitch.
At least I do. Can’t say that I have any Boulez favorites, though.
Polemics and Music Appreciation just don’t go together, in my very humble and uneducated opinion.
So he can’t complain if someone had no use for his ‘music.’
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