Frank Corcoran

irish composer

WINTER WRITING AND WRITHING

Well then.

Perhaps there never ever was even a modest wave of support , understanding or acceptance here for New Music in our 20 c. ?
Perhaps all you 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 the few thrown crusts. And I remember well the well-meaning Schulmusik publications and books on New Music In The Schools etc., mostly pap or regurgitated programmes.

Perhaps.

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 a spade a spade, to label popular shit as sonic shit. Seldom was

analytic light cast on marketing of punks and pricks and rocks and cunts and wraps and raps , whether American or helots.

A bit bleak .

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