March 2010 Archives

Crickets on a Mushroom -- Nice Cover

Etude Magazine, August 1945The Etude Cover Gallery now shows 365 items, starting with the earliest cover from my collection -- January, 1901 -- and ending with the December, 1955 issue.

I did not expect to make such a concerted project of the covers, but the more I looked at them the more appealing they became to me. It reminded me of LP records and how generously endowed some were with large poster-size prints and artwork. Compact Discs, by comparison, generally offer impossible-to-read booklets if they provide any supplementary material at all.

These Etude Magazine covers seem lavish compared to modern products, though the quality of the Etude covers as art took a hit starting with the April, 1951 cover, featuring a new logo and a garish banner across the top.

An interesting cover I wanted to share appeared on the August, 1945 edition. Signed by an artist named Morgan this strange cover features an audience of insects enjoying the performance of a violin/cello cricket duo. Or are these performers another type of insect? My entymology is not so sharp as my other skills, but whatever these little creatures are they found their stage on a mushroom and are seen here making music in a thicket.

There is no information about this cover within the pages of The Etude, so the only extra detail I can glean is that artist's name is "Morgan" -- at least I think that's what the signature in the lower-right corner says.

Ossip de Perelma de Bisserie

The November, 1930, issue of The Etude opens up an interesting "mystery", that is if mysteries truly exist in our time. The cover image is titled "Rubinstein Playing in Stassov's Home" and it was, according to the credit underneath the image, "Painted expressly for The Etude by Ossip de Perelma de Bisserie."

Rubinstein Playing in Stassov's Home

Ossip de Perelma (also known as "Ossip di Perelma", "Ossip Perelman", and other variations) was an established Russian painter known for his portraits of that country's czars. He left Russia in 1917. In this painting the artist returns to Russian subject matter, depicting the great pianist Anton Rubinstein playing at the home of Vladimir Stassov (also spelled Stasov). Stassov, seen lounging at the far right of the painting, was a highly influential music critic in Russia during the 19th and early 20th centuries. The painting adorns the November, 1930, cover of The Etude, and depicts a soireƩ which would likely have taken place in the 1880s or 1890s. No additional information about this painting is included in the magazine.

Of less interest than the painting, however, is the painter's ultimate fate as recounted in an interesting story at SimplySarasota.com. Under the "Mysteries of Sarasota" heading is a story called Where did the Russian Count's Relatives Go?, which contains a brief summary of the artist's life followed by the strange absence of any relatives or friends to claim his body after his death. Six years after Perelma's death the funeral home finally located the artist's wife, and arrangements were made for a proper funeral service.

A minor historical footnote, perhaps, but a staid reminder that a measure of fame in one's public life is no guarantee of lasting public renown or memory.

It reminded me of an interesting project I read about at DesignObserver.com. In a story called Death's Bloom I read of an Oregon hospital which stored in its basement a number of metal canisters containing cremains of its patients. Documented by photographer David Maisel in Library of Dust, the canisters evolved over the years into mordantly colorful works of erosive art. The Etude cover artist for November, 1930, ultimately suffered no such ignominy, but had he been left in the lurch long enough he might have been buried as an unknown.

Similarly (and more relevant to piano music) one is reminded of the burial site of Scott Joplin, who died a pauper and was buried in a mass grave at St. Michael's Cemetery in Astoria. In the 1970s, when Joplin's reputation rose up from obscurity and he was given the credit he was due, the burial site was located and a formal plaque honoring Joplin's burial site was placed. Today it is common to see tokens of respect placed at the site, which draws a number of admirers and famous-grave-seekers to St. Michael's Cemetery.

Scott Joplin Burial Site

Shop Talk

Paul Harvey used to have a segment of his radio show called "Shop Talk" in which he talked about the radio and broadcasting business in which he spent most of his life. I am no Paul Harvey but I shall try the Shop Talk thing, since it seems to be on my mind so much while building this new web site.

I use Movable Type for text content, with Gallery2 for photo galleries like the Etude Cover Magazines and Old Advertisements. I've used Gallery2 for years now and will likely skip the impending update to Gallery3, this out of no distaste for the new product (I have not even seen it) but out of a reliance on some features that will be stripped away from Gallery2 in the new release. Specifically, item-level permissions, a feature which has evidently contributed mightily to the complexity of the underlying database structure but which I find very useful. I also have done pretty extensive hack work and code jujitsu with the Gallery2 templating that I would not care to re-create in a new, presumably more simplified environment. I have other reasons too boring to recount for sticking with G2 for now.

For general CMS (Content Management Systems) stuff on Scriabin.com I stick with an old favorite in Movable Type. I know that some regard Wordpress as superior, and I do not deny WP's advantages for straight-up personal writing sites. But the extended templating options in MT remain useful to me for plugging content into other CMSes and softwares. On Sorabji.com I have a section which updates automatically across 3 sites without crons and plugins, I just have a template which generates a Perl library that plugs into my DICT server, and another template which fills in a .mobi version of things. Some of this can be accomplished in WP with .htaccess and httpd configs -- I am well aware of this because I do these tricks myself in other contexts where I use WP -- but for my sensibilities of site management I prefer static files and MT's templating extensibility, as well as MT's relatively infrequent upgrades. I also like MT because my initials are MT. Hah...

An early challenge with this site, then, was to combine content from MT and Gallery2. There is no specific bridge to connect the two (and without comments and logins on the CMS side it seems unnecessary to inject whatever complexities would arise from combining the two). Specifically, when I make certain content from an issue of The Etude available it seemed to make sense to link to that content from the corresponding cover image of that issue (assuming it's available) and vice-versa. With consistent file-naming and such it was easy enough to tell MT to fill in a txt file with a list of stories from the month, name the file in a format that matches the Gallery2 file-naming system, then tell Gallery2 to look for a file that matches the base filename of the cover image. Maybe that sounds simpler to me than to others but it took just a few minutes of re-purposing an MT monthly archive template, generating a set of txt includes, then telling Gallery2 to look for these files in the individual cover pages. So while this page might look natural enough in substance I had some fun making it possible by juggling the templating languages with which I am so familiar to form a pretty stable link between Gallery2 and Movable Type:

January, 1905 Edition of The Etude (Chopin Number)

Going forward my intent is to make the site look less like a turn-key Movable Type design and more like something I would do. I am not a graphic designer by any estimate nor do I have the funds to hire one, but I think I can craft a look that expresses the character of these old magazines and their content. At present the site looks brittle, and while others are prone to complain about the relative dearth of freely available Movable Type templates compared to other free CMS platforms I find that the starter templates are perfectly adequate for letting me focus on content first, and style later.

Chopin/Godowsky/Mr. Softee

Spring must be on its way, for I am listening to the Chopin/Godowsky Study #45 when I find that at about 3:30 into the piece the sounds of the piano music become inextricably intertwined with the sounds of a Mr. Softee ice cream truck sprinkling its summertime noise along the street. Having not heard Mr. Softee's noise for some months it takes me several seconds to realize that I am not hearing some new and confusing counterpoint in this piece of music (which is busy with counterpoint and what Arrau called "ants"). It takes me some time to distinguish the two, to separate the music from the noise pollution, and to conclude that nothing about this recording (to which I have listened countless times) has changed nor am I hearing some new layer heretofore obscure. All I can do is turn off my music and wait for the Mr. Softee truck to pass into the silent distance so I can resume listening to music.

Influence of Magazine Covers

When I started the Etude Music Magazine section of this web site I dove in to my collection expecting to have little interest in the magazine covers. I thought they would be hackneyed or maudlin, and while some of them approach kitsch I nevertheless have come to feel that the quality of the artwork is consistent and genuine.

These oversized and impressive covers remind me of the influence magazine covers used to hold over me. As a child the Time Magazine "Man of the Year" (later re-named "Person of the Year") was an annual declaration of influence that I looked forward to with interest and speculation. Who would it be? Whose face would join the party filled by luminaries and bad guys? It was not just the "Person of the Year" issue, it could be any edition of Time that influenced my perception of how history moved in my life.

In a similar spirit I find that these old Etude covers command some authority. A retrospective look at a few hundred of them shows the influence of Liszt, Paderewski, and Beethoven over the minds of musical culture from the early 20th century. The large format of these covers was common enough in their day but I find that in modern contexts the generosity of the printing and sheer size of these magazines provokes some nostalgia for a journal and a publishing industry that commanded influence over its audience. Among pianists Liszt was (and still should be) revered as a god, as the single most influential force in modern pianistic technique, and it should be no surprise to see the old Abbe grace so many covers of the magazine. Beethoven needs no introduction or explanation for appearing so often on The Etude's cover, while posterity seems to have treated Paderewski with less kindness as his reputation has shifted from being among the great pianists to something more of a charismatic personality.

A more general but often-recurring subject for the covers is music in the home, in the back yard, or at soireés and social gatherings. The Etude branded itself as a magazine for the musical home, a home in which "music study exalts life!" Those many images of Americans young and old sitting at the piano or playing another musical instrument seem crafted to the belief that music is an essential component of a healthy and happy home, with the piano itself depicted as the center of domestic life -- a role that would later be filled by television.

I have more covers to add, and I will do so as my scanning time permits. I need to clear my desk to make way for the oversize scanner, an investment without which this project would be impossible.

Etude Magazine Cover Images Gallery

Etchings

I was in high school when I first made my way through Liszt's "Don Juan" Fantasy. It had to be high school because that was the last time I ever wrote fingerings or anything else onto a printed score.
 
I had heard a quote, attributed to Rudolph Serkin, in which students were admonished not to write on their scores. "If you want to remember it, you will remember it" was the substance of the quote, and whether Serkin himself actually said it or not it made a quick and lasting impression on me. I remember a similar comment attributed to Glenn Gould. I never wrote on a score again, considering it a form of frivolous defilement, though I made exceptions for chamber music and ensemble parts.
 
It is amusing to me to see my hand-written notes on this Liszt fantasy. Such earnestness and industry as I unravel this impenetrable code!
 
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These descending chromatic-third fingerings look pretty good to me. Chromatic thirds were a special fascination of mine, and as insurmountable as they seemed to me in the 11th grade I remember feeling like I was lifting a mountain when the "Don Juan" took thirds to a new level of obtuseness: chromatic thirds in the left hand! I had never seen this before, and was relieved that this only happened once.
 
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You could say it happened twice, though this second instance is not as severe, as it is part of an alternating-hands passage of thirds which I suppose you could fake by using both hands throughout:
 
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(There is, now that I double-check myself, another thirds passage for the left hand in this fantasy, but it is in the "Alternate version of the transition to the Presto" which I never learned.)
 
This concert fantasy held a special fascination for me from my first awareness. At one of my first piano lessons in the 4th Grade I remember my teacher saying that some piano music was so difficult that it was virtually impossible to read. Sitting at the piano with some of these scores, she said, required work, and she compared it to untying a mass of complicated knots. She may have been referring to the "Don Juan" Fantasy, or to other of the opera transcriptions by Liszt and his contemporaries.
 
I never took this piece to a piano lesson, but I remember playing this thing from start to finish, and today I find that the stuff still sits pretty well in my hands. I do not like to listen to this piece but it is seductive to play. The writing for the instrument is so masterful.
 
Look at me, I even made a correction! The left hand half of this chromatic flourish was tagged as having 37 notes, but careful counting found only 36, thus eliminating the 37-against-36 polyrhythm. Phew!
 
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Welcome

With no particular plan or fanfare on this nearly-spring night I shall commence this new web site, the second section of Scriabin.com, in which I think about classical piano music, pianists, composers, and general musicology.
 
Reading through my mountains of old Etude Magazines I had intended for years to scan and convert to text the more interesting stories from those pages, adding commentary if I happened to have any. That project is at last under way, though not without its speedbumps. Nothing is ever simple when trying to make technology do what you want of it, and for this project I've decided to keep my hands off of tinkering too much with things, and instead just using these publishing tools as they are. The Etude project has some specific challenges and issues with converting images to text and moving them to a web page. Some words get mangled into humorous or bizarre things, while the conga line of software applications needed to get text from image to code often play poorly together.
 
But who cares of talking shop. Not I. I have intended for many years to write about classical piano music. I never go to concerts any more, and it rarely occurs to me that I would. I went to concerts pretty regularly for many years, and contributed my little drops into the bucket of piano recitals and programs around town. It has been some time since I took leave of the classical music world, finding as I did that the machinations of being a performing pianist never suited my nervous temperament or my personality. I am a creative person, not re-creative, and to me the endeavor of re-creating the music of other composers seemed contrary to my character. I decided to direct my musical energies toward composing, and in that moment I felt an abrupt shift in my relationship with music and, specifically,  composers. I approach music now as if engaging it, its composers, and its historical context in a dialogue. This approach was new for me but it had the effect of lifting the notes from the page and into a living space. Somehow, as a performer engaged in re-creating the music of others, this revelation never seems to have arrived. The moments of clarity I recall most involved the physical relationship between myself and the instrument, those moments of feeling at one with the monstrously complex contraption known as the piano. Ease is what we are after in piano playing -- an ease of craft -- and I have transmuted that simple lesson to apply to other contexts, rejecting complexities and stubbornness or at least making an effort to understand the differences among people and the conflicts within myself.
 
And, of course, I play piano. To wax philosophical about the extended lessons derived from a lifetime of piano study is not to imply that I left it behind. My relationship with the piano is less public than it used to be, but so confident am I in my relationship with it that I rarely even mention it to new people I meet. I dated a woman for 6 months and she, at the end of the affair, revealed that she had no idea I even played a musical instrument. How could this be? Something so central to my days for so many years, a pursuit that in some ways could define my time on earth, and yet I never even mentioned it to someone with whom I was romantically involved for 6 months?

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