Our Parents’ Dreams

Piano Lesson Mihály Munkácsy, Oil on panel, c. 1900.

“We must awaken from our parents’ dreams” is the way I remember the passage from Benjamin, from the Arcades Project. It’s not exactly right. A related one, “Each epoch dreams the one that follows” covers some of the same ground. But I think my mother dreamed of her daughter playing the piano. The dream was visual, not acoustic.

I didn’t dream it. I analyzed, memorised, practiced, sorted out fingering and fought the gnawing suspicion that no one was listening. Even now I don’t think anyone was listening. Maybe Dad, occasionally. Mother was looking. The image reproduced here could be mother’s dream, an image I could never have seen when I was seven or eight. Now I can.

“Torn halves…”

Theodor Adorno’s often-quoted phrase about “torn halves of an integral freedom” appears in a letter to Walter Benjamin (1936). There, it refers to film. Adorno is best-known for his writing about music, a field in which he sees a chasm between products of the “culture industry,” (his term) and, broadly, popular music, and New Music, beginning with the Second Vienna School), Schönberg, Berg, Webern. And the famous phrase applies as if it were made for the purpose — which it probably was: they are “torn halves of an integral freedom, to which, however, they do not add up.”

I feel the division…and perhaps have for a very long time. There is “classical” music and “popular” music, and they are very different. But is it really always obvious which is which? Is one hard, the other easy, one satisfying, the other not? Is there ever a possility of reconciliation?

Jason Rabello Trio

I don’t often manage to hear a live musical performance — for both good and bad reasons.  But the pianist Jason Rabello, with bassist Yuri Golubev and local rhythm guy Keith Michael performed last Saturday (26th) at the Poly in Falmouth and I was in fact there.  I loved the clear assertion that the piano is a lyrical instrument, that it can sing, that it can also engage in a
close, quiet dialogue with another instrument, in this case the bass.  The drummer was on another planet, but at least remained largely unobtrusive.  In an interview with Rabello on the BBC, I learned that he was once the pianist for the rock star Sting, in the world of jets and limousine, then left to become a Buddhist monk.  I can believe all these things.  He seemed a man of conviction and consistency.

Something that sticks in memory was his introduction to a piece he “co-wrote” with Franz Schubert (audience liked that.), which I think must go by the title of Schubert’s Lied, An den Mond.  The poem is Goethe’s — involving a tragic death of a young woman. More anon — in what needs to be a reflection on song. But for now, a tribute to the man’s capacity to write a song of human experience in partnership with someone who lives on only in his written music, and to his generosity in sharing it with us, strangers.