Another thing occurred to me after that coffee. This weekend a friend
introduced me to two living composers, Gavin Bryars and Hovhaness, whose
lush euphony reminded me of Vaughan Williams. British composers like
Vaughan Williams, Britten, or Elgar stood apart from the experimental
schools due to their continued respect for traditional concepts of
harmony, melody, and rhythm. Is there a parallel between British (or
Irish) literature and British music in the twentieth century -- perhaps a
vigourous common-sense rejection of the systematic approach? (Nothing of
the sort occurs in philosophy, although Whitehead and perhaps Moore stand
apart.)
Moreover, the music of these living composers did not seem self-conscious
and "constructed," but organic and outside the exercise of composition
itself, outside even the technology of mood that lurks within post-modern
"new age" music or popular film scores. Is this Zen-like forgetfulness of
self and purpose the natural successor to post-modernism?
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James Owens ad...@Freenet.carleton.ca
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada