Originally published 10/27/ 2009
The death of Johann Sebastian Bach in 1750 was a solemn occasion indeed. It would have to have been–it’s hard to imagine anything more solemn than a German funeral. Germany, and certainly all of Europe, mourned the passing of one of the greatest paragons of artistic achievement they–and, assuredly, the world–had ever known. Bach’s entire enormous family was there, including his wife Anna Magdalena and their twenty children, most of whom were probably half-occupied composing trio sonatas in their heads, hoping to remember all the counterpoint by the time they got home to write it down. His eldest son Wilhelm Friedemann Bach stood off to the side, sneaking snootfuls of whiskey from a hidden flask, musing to himself that he was REALLY going to have a hard time living up to his father’s reputation now that the old man was dead. The pallbearers lowered the casket with unparalleled Teutonic solemnity into the grave.
And then, as they threw the first shovelful of dirt on top of the casket, the sky lit with fireworks! A trumpet fanfare sounded! Banners dropped from the eaves of every building in town, bearing in gaudy colors the message “Welcome to the Classical Era!”
Well, no. That’s probably not how it went at all. This idea of imposing labels onto artistic epochs is something that doesn’t happen until long after the epochs have passed, but this contrived practice is one that’s always fascinated me. Why do we have such a huge desire to categorize things? And who makes up the names? And why has this process spiraled out of all control since the 20th century?
It’s fitting, I think, that historians should mark the year of Bach’s death as the end of the Baroque era. He was probably the most important creative figure working in that period–and I feel pretty safe in asserting that, since I think he was probably just about the most important creative figure working in ANY period. (more…)
I’ve decided to try something a bit different this week. I’m going to write an overview of the New Maximum Donkey show I saw at the Scene last Friday (two Fridays ago, by the time you read this). But as an experiment, I’m going to do it two different ways: first the way I’d normally write something, and second in the manner of a “regular” rock writer/blogger. Who knows? Maybe the way they write things is just more effective at conveying this sort of thing, so I’m willing to try it out. Here goes: (more…)
(A few times a week the TRAffIK team will take turns telling you what we’re listening to)
I usually don’t mess with playlists too much, and if I do, they are usually my own demos which I repeatedly listen to for research. Or ego. Or something. I’m always writing, see? And I want to make it better.
But what I usually do is throw my iPOD on shuffle and it pretty much runs the gamut of my tastes.
1. “Everyone Knows That You’re Insane” – Queens of the Stone Age
These guys rawk it for me. I wish I played lead for them!
2. “Late In The Evening” – Paul Simon
I had quite a big Simon playbook phase when I started writing. This is pure syrup, but I like it.
3. “Aus der Tiefe rufe ich, BMV 745″ – JS Bach
Sweet, sweet Johann and the sounds that came from his mind. Makes me feel proud to be human.
4. “Fast As You Can” – Fiona Apple
Odd choice to pop up. Eh, she’s OK. Still in my IPOD?