Thursday, November 15, 2018

The Myth of Artistic Insight Into the Human Condition

Recently, I unfriended someone on Facebook.  The person was a pianist of limited ability who had sent me a friend request - which I accepted because we had several virtual friends in common.  When it comes to Facebook, I accept about half of the friend requests sent to me – either on the basis of mutual friends, mutual interests, or geography. 

I unfriended this person as the result of his misogynistic rant where, in the crudest terms imaginable, he railed against Dr. Christine Blasey Ford and other members of the #MeToo movement.  For the record, I believe Dr. Ford’s claims were credible and warranted a thorough investigation.  Brett Kavanaugh’s unhinged reaction to the claims was an indicator that he is not emotionally fit to sit on the high court – regardless of how one felt about his judicial philosophy.  The Senate thought differently, unfortunately.   But my virtual ex-friend’s response made Kavanaugh seem like a paragon of balanced impartiality.  His explicit references to several sexual acts made it clear he had been thinking, and likely fantasizing, about these acts for some time.

I would never have accepted this person’s friend request if I’d known he held these views, that he was so immature and possibly unstable.  While I certainly have friends, both online and in real life, who are Republicans – he crossed a line that I would not stand for.  Indeed, I ceased contact with a relative for this very reason (sadly, I expected this to happen, as he’s been a bully since childhood).

There was a time when I thought people with certain characteristics were likely to be of higher sensitivity, intelligence, or insight.  I’ve never believed that held true on a racial or ethnic basis.  But when I was young, naïve, and coming out of the closet, I labored under the false notion that, for example, LGBT persons were more disposed to be open minded based on their coming out experience.  Then I encountered LGBT people who were racist, trashy, vulgar, and downright stupid – and that notion was put to rest.  For a longer period, I though the same applied to Classical musicians.  Again, that notion has gone the way of the dodo. 
The incidence of classical musicians engaging in behavior once thought more the provenance of the most decadent popular stars has been on the rise – or perhaps it’s merely that this behavior is finally being reported.  The Cleveland Orchestra was in the headlines recently due to accusations against two players – who have since been dismissed from the orchestra.  The accusations centered on behavior that George Szell would certainly not have tolerated.  But the question arises – in the atmosphere of the 1960s, would Szell and orchestral management even have known about such behavior?  Doubtful, judging by how Szell was clueless about the behavior of his protégé James Levine.  

Of course, the sexual escapades of Classical musicians from Liszt, to Toscanini, to Arthur Rubinstein have become the stuff of legend.  Whatever their faults, these were sophisticated, well-read men.  But there are a good many classical musicians who, I’ve learned from experience, are racist, trashy, vulgar, and downright stupid.  Some may be intelligent, but entirely blinkered within their careers and the center of their own world.  And even those with artistic insight are too often lacking insight into the human condition.
Take, for example, Wilhelm Furtwängler.  The conductor’s decision to stay in Germany after the Nazis took over the country has been the fodder for debate, some of it vehement, for 80 years.  I’ll skip that overly discussed topic for now.  Seldom mentioned is that, outside Furtwängler’s obvious gifts on the podium, his was an entirely provincial mentality, shuttered to matters outside music – and his musical insight was mostly confined to that of his home region.  Nowhere is Furtwängler’s provincialism clearer than in his desperate letters to Bayreuth during the 1930s, objecting to the presence of an Italian conductor (Toscanini) at the high temple of German music.  While there are Classical musicians who are evolved people gifted with general intelligence, the list of those who are socially inept, politically obtuse, and just plain stuck in their own world is easily as long.  I would suspect the percentage of evolved versus devolved popular musicians – or performers of other genres – is approximately the same.

Another music blogger* has opined that “Classical musicians are artists, popular musicians are performers”.  That sweeping generalization – arrogant, ignorant, and errant – is pure elitist balderdash.  But it brings up the question: What constitutes an artist?  I don’t consider performers – whether dancers, instrumentalists, singers, or actors – to be artists.  If these performers had a hand in creating the work they are performing, that would be exceptional.  But when it comes to classical music today, few performers could be correctly termed artists, any more than a museum curator who decides on a frame for a painting.  Over the course of music history, there were those who were both creators and performers – including Mozart, Beethoven, Liszt, and Rachmaninoff.  While some performers, including Stokowski and Horowitz, were more creative with the source material (i.e., the score) ultimately, they were still performers.  Partially as a result of faulty, pedantic conservatory training, the dividing line between performer and composer has become starker and less permeable in recent decades.  Creativity within the bounds of performance has been banished – although there are a few performers today, like Arcadi Volodos, who are more imaginative than others.  But it’s small wonder that many classical musicians cannot improvise, cannot learn even the basics of a composition without the score, who perish at the thought of an onstage memory lapse – the notion of composing a cadenza to, say, a Mozart Concerto, is anathema to them.  When all they are doing is reproducing the dots on a page, how can they possibly call themselves artists?  In reality, they are glorified manual laborers.  Lest that remark seem needlessly dismissive and even cruel, let me point out that I was once a manual laborer in a piano factory, and while the brochures advertising our hand-built pianos touted the builders as “artisans”, I doubt even the most pretentious among us would have considered ourselves “artists”. 

* This was the same blogger who began latching onto Kanye West when the hip-hop star voiced his support for Donald Trump – so it’s utterly transparent where this blogger is coming from.

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