Technology was also a way to introduce random elements into his music without allowing human associations to creep in, through improvisation. The Cage exhibit at American University's Katzen Arts Center is worth seeing, not so much for the composer's artwork (noteworthy because it was created by Cage, more than for its own merits) but because of the other documents, including the manuscripts and typescript versions of the score of 4'33". Another document in the exhibit is a typewritten letter from October 17, 1963, addressed by Cage to Leonard Bernstein ("Dear Lenny," it begins), who was then performing Cage's music (and that of others) on a concert that incorporated improvisation, as a way to show the freedom Cage introduced into his music. This irked Cage so much that he wrote, rather sternly, "Improvisation is not related to what the three of us [Cage, Feldman, Brown] are doing in our works. It gives free play to the exercise of taste and memory, and it is exactly this that we, in differing ways, are not doing in our music."
Pianist Stephen Drury played Cage's prepared piano piece Music for "Works of Calder", from 1949-50, a spell-binding play of gamelan gong-like sounds and other cymbal-like or bell-like tones, punctuated by stretches of silence, with Calder's enormous site-specific mobile looming overhead. The rhythmically energized section of this piece, with a bouncy ostinato, was a reminder of the loss Cage imposed on himself in later works by eliminating rhythm in favor of duration. Cartridge Music, from 1960, was rendered on all sorts of amplified doodads, including a piece of tape ripped up from the table surface and Slinkys suspended from microphone stands, definitely at the edge of trying as one tried to make sense of the work, determined as it was by dots on star charts. Worst of all was the final Cage work, Ryoanji (1983-92), related to three prints Cage made from tracings of the rocks in the Zen garden of the Ryoanji Buddhist temple in Kyoto (on exhibit in the Concourse). The same chord, slightly altered, is repeated countless times, with amplified cello (and cellist's voice) moaning in the background, the kind of Cage piece that is annoyingly tiresome.
Stephen Brookes, Cage festival closes on some fitting notes (Washington Post, September 11) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
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