Back from Bs As, part three

At the evaluation of the concerts Lola made another interesting remark. We were talking about things that went wrong during the concert. (For instance the music piece ‘finger scenes’ by Abel Paul, where the piano player was having trouble with the cassetteplayer. Lola told me her dad thought this was part of the piece. I too was for some time in doubt.). She said that it was interesting when a concert can incorporate those ‘mistakes’. And that it even can be creative when unexpected things happen. That is, I think, very true. On the other hand there is a point when a mistake can’t be incorporated any more into a piece, that it is really something from outside, intruding the music in a way that can’t be dealt with. There is a very small twilight zone between those two states. I think, I hope, the mistake in my piece was from this twilight zone.

The surprise element was a problem with one cassette-player of one changuito, –in which the tape was getting stuck-, just shortly before the concert, so there was too little time to fix it. At least too little time for me, although the time I spent on it on stage, closely watched by the audience, while Cecilia was telling about the political dimensions of the changuitos, felt like an eternity. Even replacing the cassette player by a spare one would have taken to much time, but then I should have taken that decision earlier, which was a difficult one, because I already sacrificed my one and only spare cassette player because of problems during the rehearsing process with one of the tape-players. So there I was with my back against the wall having no other option left than playing the piece with only one changuito with sound and other without sound. Because having come all the way to Buenos Aires, having put so much effort into the piece and then not performing my piece was out of the question.

Of all surprises the real ones come from unexpected corners; that’s why they are called surprises; that’s literally what Luciana told me a day before. So this was a real surprise which changed my composition considerably, for the sonic interplay between the changuitos and the singer is very much a trio, with hoketus elements and imitation, mirroring, etc. And now I was missing one instrument! Luckily the visual part, the choreography was still there. That saved the piece. One could think (and so I did) the intended sounds from the changuito without sound. However the audience didn’t know what to expect and they received the piece enthousiastically. That was an enormous relief….

So the premiere was a mixed experience. It was half nightmare but also half of it was quite satisfactory, because somehow the piece still worked. It kept standing on it’s legs. We’d been working very hard on it, and that showed. My musicians did very well. I saw the piece and I felt happy.

One of the things I’ve been enjoying so much is the rehearsing process and reworking the piece, that is mostly: skipping parts that were not working. For instance some passages with too complicated rhythms, which would take too much time to practice I had to skip. The music only benefited from it. And then: I was fortunate to have such a considerable amount of time to practice (in total 17 hours in one week, which is a luxury). Plus: I had very dedicatied musicians. Both the changuito players and singer did their utmost during the rehearsing process and concert. I’m very thankful to them.

I had an interesting moment, a moment of divine irony. While I was on stage trying to repair the problem with the tape player, with trembling fingers, with a heart-beat of 120, sweating all over, in front of an audience watching the scene on stage and Cecilia introducing my piece telling a long story about the changuito politics, and the audience being quite amused because they were laughing, -a sound coming from very far-, while I was still trying to fix the problem, on and on, desperately trying forever, my eye fell on the empty cassette which I used to guide the tape (that was getting stuck all the time) through the cassette-player. It was a new age cassette from the nineties. It’s title was: a taste of tao.

Back from Bs As, part two

The concert-series ‘Muziek als…’ as it premiered in the Biblioteca National was quite an enterprise. To say the least. One might also put it another way: an impossible project. To organise in a period of a little bit more than three weeks one presentation with composers in different countries, and two different concerts with in total 17 compositions, all demanding their own set up, with all the different musicians and rehearsals, is a hell of a job. But… all the difficulties taken into account, the outcome was miraculous. Two very interesting concerts, with a very diverse audience and for that matter an enthousiastic audience! (There were even families with children, something very unusual for a contemporary music concert) All in all, it was a great success and Ceci and Flor managed very well this crazy project.

I want to express my deepest admiration for their relentless effort, their positive energy during the whole three weeks. I think I can say it was a very good experience for all of us involved; it was a dive into the deep and now we know it works; the concept of the concerts works, the pieces work and knowing that, we can shape up the programme, change some things, fine-tune, etc.

The tape concert was a real surprise show with all the objects and different tape and record players on stage. Together with the wonderful tape labyrinth of Luciana that created an environment where you could expect anything to happen.

The light concert was really a balanced concert with compositions very well matching each other. The quality of the compositions and the performance was very high as well. And the stage looked wonderful with the different lamps and the projected images... The tape programme was in my opinion more uneven, with very different compositions, but on the other hand, that also had it’s charm.

As I am part of the tape concerto I will focus on that. During the evalution Lola Linares asked me how I had experienced the concert as a whole (I had been talking a lot about my own composition). That was a good question. During the concert I was under quite some stress because of an unsolved technical problem concerning my piece (the last one of the concert). But even then, I could enjoy the concert. For me most pieces were completely new and surprising. I really enjoyed the concert as a whole (including my own piece, with the unsolved technical problem).

Cecilia and I were talking, back in Amsterdam, about the unevenness of the programme. It deals with a split between the more abstract compositions (like Abel Pauls La medida del mundo, a very interesting and also humorous piece) and more song like compositions, like Piet Jan van Rossum’s beautiful “A song”. But not only that, there are also different approaches of the theatrical element. Like Joke Kegel’s composition ‘Clouds of sound’ and Sofia Escardó’s composition ‘Beautiful songs, Beatle full songs’, which are more in a literal way using theatrical means: especially Sofia’s composition is more a theatre piece with music than theatre becoming really part of music. As music. Though I enjoyed the piece (it was funny and well performed) it is something with a very different approach. Also Joke’s piece is quite literal in the way it uses water as a theme, with sounds of water alongside a text of a singer also dealing with water. We really want to have a programme with pieces connected with each other in a same mentality, a shared approach. Which doesn’t mean of course that there can’t be differences in attitudes between composers or artists.

Apart from these considerations we also talked about the difficulties of the tapes concert. There was too much things on stage, getting in each other's way. e.g my changuito's were in the way of Luciana's original idea of a dynamic tape installation. The original idea was to start with a stage full of tapes, a real labyrinth, which would gradually change, because every musician after each piece would cut one or two tapes. The concert would end with an empty stage and then my composition could be started with the changuito's. We tried this idea of the changing tape installation in Lomas in the garden in the evening with some lamps and tapes and it looked fantastic! But alas, it was too ambitious for the short rehearsal time we had and so Luciana and Ceci decided on the last moment to change this idea for a permanent tape installation, above stage, so there was room for the changuitos to move.

It is a lot of words, blabla, which I expect not even the composers in the project will bother to read, but as I am writing somehow this clears my mind, and even if these words are here for eternity on the world wide web, (a nightmare) dear reader, be aware that it’s only a moment’s notice, and tomorrow my opinion might have changed. Consider this blog as a leaflets of a little booklet containing raw sketches, which some people share together; so whoever you are, and wherever you are, but mostly of all my dear fellow artists, I invite you to comment and contribute to this blog!

Back from Bs As

One month ago, 19^th and 20^th december ‘Muziek als…’ had it’s maiden voyage: it’s premiere in Buenos Aires. It felt also like a maiden voyage to me. I’d never been in the Americas before. Then, not speaking Spanish and finding one’s way in Buenos Aires is an adventure… A friend of mine asked me, after my enthousiastic descriptions of –according to Dutch standards- the rough everyday life in Bs As, what I’d got out of this journey. No emigration plans or concrete plans of coming back. But then what? I stopped to think and I got the answer: an experience, a broader vision. There’s nothing that compares to doing a project in such a different environment with all the unexpected surprises that go with it, (and there were quite a few).

It was a crazy three weeks before the concerts and then I was only in charge of my own piece… Ceci and Flor were working non-stop in organizing the whole project, 17 different compositions on 2 different concerts, each piece requiring it’s own set-up… Logistically a nightmare. It was a miracle the concerts went pretty smooth, apart from a technical problem with my piece (I will get on to that later). Yes, the concert were very succesfull with an enthousiastic audience! (more on that and the great experience of the whole project also later).

Let's continue with the unexpected surprises, for instance the changuito story (changuito=shopping trolley). It took Ceci and Flor a disproportional effort to get two changuito’s for my piece. Ceci made an interesting remark about it, telling the changuito problem in Argentina is a reflection of the economical situation. In Holland shopping trolleys are close to junk, you can find them easily on the streets, abandoned. But in Argentina it’s almost impossible to get one from a supermarket. You need to leave your passport at the supermarket even to get to the car with a changuito. It’s because of the cartonneros: people who collect card-board from the streets. Everywhere you see them, most of them pulling heavy wagons full of card-board. Some of them even with horse and wagon (children on it as well, collecting carboard along with mother). But you also can see some of them with a changuito. That gives the piece, which was partly intended as a kind of recycling performance, a very different meaning.

The title of my piece is “Nostalgic overdrive”. That was a happy choice: I didn’t realize how big nostalgia is in Argentina until I was there. Of course nostalgia is an industry everywhere, (since when?) but in Argentina it’s very much part of everyday live. The nostalgia is as much a physical part of the city of Buenos Aires, with its faded cinema’s, worn-out night clubs and old cars (lots of Peugeot’s and Renaults from the seventies, kept together with wire and tape) as it is of the Argentinian psyche, (which is reflected by the many nostalgic TV-channels recycling old TV series (Argentinian and American) from the seventies. The summit of nostalgia is a channel devoted solely to the peaks of Argentinian football history). Maybe this nostalgia is the reason why old fashioned rock music is so popular in Argentina and the Beatles so astonishingly present.

Freud compares somewhere the unconscious to a city like Rome where century-old ruins are standing next to brand-new buildings: an archeological site, where there is no logic to the emerging pattern; no city planning. Such an associative city, full of poetic wonders, is Buenos Aires. As a matter of fact Freud is very much alive in Buenos Aires. That can’t be a coincidence. There is some hidden connection between the world around us and our psychic life. It’s these kind of correspondences Benjamin writes about in his Passagen. I’m sorry to mention these intimidating names, but since I’ve seen so many Argentinian bookcases full of classics proudly inside living-rooms I’m only too glad to display here some of my painstakingly acquired erudition.

Yes the whole idea of an intellectual education, an idea that is almost extinct in the Netherlands (if it ever existed), of being an intellectual, (of course together with some snobbery), is still alive in Argentina. In that sense I felt much at home in Argentina. You enter a bookshop (there are a remarkably lot of them in Bs As) and all the classics (unfortunately in Spanish) stare you in the face. You can even buy literature in a kiosco! Argentina seems much less of an experience economy than Holland, where everything is more pre-digested. How is this possible? Is this a stage Argentina has yet to come, or will Argentina develop in a different way? That is probably wishful thinking. But who knows? Left is dead for many years in Europe and still very much alive and kicking in Latin America.