Frank Corcoran

irish composer


Do not weaken or waver.

Keep going. Hear the musical forms.

Write them for a potential audience.
But first write for me.
For inner hearing. For the serenity of meaning . Value.

Perhaps there never ever was even a modest wave of support , understanding or acceptance here for New Music in our post-war 20 c. ? Perhaps all I had was those brave
moral heroes of the Second Viennese School before the Nazi thirties ? ( – Schoenberg’s hasty departure, Berg’s early death and Webern ‘s total lonely
loon in his Austrian Alps ?

Since then you had (im)modest little footlings of composers in Munich and Berlin , WDR’s blandishments in the sixties and seventies ( I am bracketing out Poland and Paris here, also Ligeti’s Luck ) ?

Certainly here in Ham and Burg the woeful few Hogskool Concerts in my eighties and nineties were not to be trusted … But one was thankful for a few thrown crusts. And I remember well the well-meaning Schulmusik publications, books on New Music In The Schools etc., mostly pap .

And no kind of understanding percolating down to your intellectual, public or private ; no acceptance of the lonely heroes, no kind of parallel at all with , say, the
accepted development of pictorial arts or literary productions or avant-garde theatre .

The world-ocean of musical bilge and cowardly media contributed , certainly. No journalist prepared to call popular shit as sonic shit.

Seldom analytic light cast on the marketing codology or finance-empire of punks and pricks and rocks and cunts and pricks and raps , whether American or helots.

A bit bleak .

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