Revenge Of The Nerds: Einstein On The Beach

Ein­stein on the Beach is return­ing to BAM this week­end. The impor­tance of the work can­not be over­stated. It’s not just a col­lec­tion of famous names, a work of daunt­ing size and dura­tion, but an entirely new way to think about and make dra­matic music. The nar­ra­tive fea­tures that Wil­son and Glass devel­oped were not new at the time, they could be found in films and nov­els, but there were absolutely new to the oper­atic stage. Since then, there has been no move­ment to develop those ideas fur­ther, except in the work of both men, and con­sid­er­ing the power and beauty of the con­cepts, that stuns me. Wil­son was most recently seen at BAM with his pro­duc­tion of The Three­penny Opera, which seemed to both run astray from his ideas about the char­ac­ter and empha­size how great the music is. Wil­son is not a human­ist, but he sees how music can be expressed through the human body, and he works best with great music, like Weill, Debussy and Glass. And this is great music.

Like a lot of com­posers work­ing in what is, at the time, the avant-garde, Glass was crit­i­cized for what seemed to be his lack of craft, the idea being that rep­e­ti­tion was a sub­sti­tute for craft. But rep­e­ti­tion is not easy to write, to being with, and the music is full of skill­ful coun­ter­point, and is con­stantly inter­est­ing. And if you know any­thing about the nuts and bolts of com­pos­ing music, you know that mod­u­lat­ing from the key of F minor to E major is tricky busi­ness. In the mid­dle of the “Train” sec­tion, Glass accom­plished it ele­gantly in the space of one bar (approx­i­mate, I tran­scribed this with­out tack­ling the meter and rhythm in any detail):

This intro­duc­tion is to update the repost­ing of a look at the opera from a cou­ple years ago, more rel­e­vant now than ever. Enjoy.

One Two Three Four

One Two Three Four Five Six

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

[These are the days my friends these are the days my friends]

Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

Four

Three Four Five Six

Three Four Five SIx Seven Eight

[Will it get some wind for the sail­boat] Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

One Two Three Four Five Six …

… We sit in the audi­ence, and watch and lis­ten to Ein­stein play his vio­lin. The sound comes to us in waves. Ein­stein sits at the beach, play­ing his vio­lin, pro­duc­ing waves of sound. He sits at the beach, Ein­stein, play­ing the vio­lin as the waves come in. The waves come into the beach as Ein­stein sits there, play­ing the vio­lin. The waves come in, and the waves come out. And the vio­lin. And Ein­stein. And the beach. And we sit in the audi­ence, watch­ing the waves come in and Ein­stein wav­ing the bow and the waves and sound come into us in the audi­ence. And we sit in the audi­ence and see this all in terms of waves, just as we hear this all in terms of waves, just as the waves come into Ein­stein on the beach…

It’s not easy to expe­ri­ence Ein­stein on the Beach, that grand col­lab­o­ra­tion between Philip Glass and Robert Wil­son, live on stage, and I mean that in both senses. It pre­miered in 1976, and then was revived twice at BAM, in 1984 and 1992. It’s for­tu­nate then that I’ve moved back to New York City, where as a sur­prise the Philip Glass ensem­ble gave a con­cert per­for­mance of the work at Carnegie Hall in Decem­ber 2007, roughly mark­ing its 30th anniver­sary. The per­for­mance was won­der­ful, and left me not so much curi­ous as why it’s such an infre­quent event — opera is an enor­mous and enor­mously expen­sive under­tak­ing, after all — but why, a gen­er­a­tion later, this work stand so much alone.

It’s puz­zling. Glass is arguably the most well known liv­ing com­poser on the planet. He has enor­mous appeal out­side of the world of con­tem­po­rary clas­si­cal music, with fans and fol­low­ers who ordi­nar­ily are only inter­ested in rock music. He’s got an increas­ing num­ber of scores for an increas­ing num­ber of increas­ingly pop­u­lar and well-known films. He’s pro­duce a rock band, Poly­rock, and recently col­lab­o­rated, won­der­fully, with Leonard Cohen on the excel­lent Book of Long­ing. And, while his work can be uneven and cer­tainly repet­i­tive (no, that’s not a joke; when Glass is weak he falls back on repeat­ing too much pre­vi­ous repet­i­tive mate­r­ial) his operas are a sub­stan­tial body of work, the first three espe­cially are stun­ning mas­ter­pieces, and Ein­stein on the Beach is one of the most impor­tant works of music for the dra­matic stage ever cre­ated and one of the most impor­tant artis­tic achieve­ments of the pre­vi­ous cen­tury. It opens the door to many areas of explo­ration and inno­va­tion, even more now than 30 years ago, yet no one work­ing in clas­si­cal music drama, in opera, seems to have gone through any of those doors. A mystery.

Now seems the time for com­posers to open those doors. What Glass and Wil­son did in cre­at­ing Ein­stein, and what they could not have real­ized they were doing at the time, is cre­ate a work for oper­atic stage that demon­strates the strengths and pos­si­bil­i­ties of art in the dig­i­tal age.

No, the opera is not made or per­formed with com­put­ers. One of the plea­sures of the con­cert was the ensem­ble coor­di­na­tion and energy, the dra­matic feel­ing of change when the human voices of the cho­rus enter, singing some­thing as sim­ple as a sequence of num­bers, the phys­i­cal plea­sure of a sus­tained tenor sax­o­phone solo over pump­ing key­board arpeg­gios, the dry calm of Lucinda Childs and Melvin Van Pee­bles recita­tions and Tim Fain’s pas­sion­ate vio­lin play­ing in the var­i­ous “Knee Plays.” The Philip Glass Ensem­ble is based around elec­tronic key­boards, but his work is com­pletely made for human per­for­mance. It’s the style and con­tent of the opera, it’s struc­ture, that mat­ter. Glass’s com­pos­ing style can also be described as dig­i­tal in nature. He works with dis­crete loops of melody, coun­ter­point and chords and builds small and large-scale pieces by fit­ting those blocks together — on top of each other, next to each other, can­tilevered. His rhyth­mic aug­men­ta­tion and diminu­tion changes only the rel­a­tive dura­tion of these blocks, their con­tents are con­stant (this gives his work an episodic struc­ture that is not unlike Bruck­ner, although with a very dif­fer­ent sense of time and activ­ity). Dig­i­tal processes work in a sim­i­lar fash­ion; soft­ware per­forms its func­tions by access­ing instruc­tions sets built into a computer’s micro­proces­sor. These sets include instruc­tions for per­form­ing oper­a­tions based in arith­metic, logic, data or pro­gram con­trol instruc­tions, and depend­ing on the com­plex­ity of a par­tic­u­lar action they can be chained together in dis­crete units to func­tion as directed.

Ein­stein him­self is a fig­ure in the opera, not just in the title, as he sits on stage, play­ing the vio­lin. Super­fi­cially, the work seems to have noth­ing to do with Einstein’s great break­throughs in the­o­ret­i­cal physics. But the nature of the opera does elide with one of the most impor­tant con­tri­bu­tions of the sci­en­tist. Not the The­ory of Rel­a­tiv­ity, with­out which the man would never have reached the height of fame from which operas are made, but his con­cep­tion of light as both par­ti­cle and wave, simultaneously.

We hear sound as a wave, which is what it is, cycles rolling through the air to tickle our ears, just as we watch waves them­selves roll in from the ocean to meet us at the beach, the place where land and sea occupy the same space simul­ta­ne­ously. And if what we hear, from our com­puter speak­ers for exam­ple, or through our ear-buds, is a wave then what we see is also a wave, one that con­veys quanta of par­ti­cles to our eyes. In terms of what comes off our com­puter mon­i­tors and our tele­vi­sion and movie screens, the waves and pack­ets of light from the for­mer are pro­duced via dig­i­tal tech­nol­ogy, through a process of the quan­ti­za­tion of dis­crete bits of infor­ma­tion. The words I am just this moment writ­ing, via my key­board inter­face, onto the sim­u­la­tion of a piece of paper on my com­puter screen, are trans­la­tions in dig­i­tal quanta from the inter­face to an image, which recre­ates them into a sim­u­la­tion of some­thing that I am famil­iar with, words on a phys­i­cal page. Until such time as I pro­duce this infor­ma­tion on a phys­i­cal page, these are not really words, but it’s nec­es­sary for my com­puter to inter­pret my desires to pro­duce these exact words in such a way that I can read them and rec­og­nize them, so that I can know if I have actu­ally exe­cuted what I intended. The screen is the wave, roughly, of my own pro­duc­tion of dig­i­tal quanta.

This dig­i­ti­za­tion means that I can also take words I have writ­ten, or am writ­ing, or will write, and copy them to other loca­tions, move them for­ward or back, cut them from here and put them there instead. I can even cre­ate blank space going for­ward, down the page, or into the future, if you will, since I need to advance from one par­tic­u­lar point, the present, into a point fur­ther along, the future. Through the means of dig­i­tal tech­nol­ogy, I can take the idea from my head which is ide­ally con­veyed and best under­stood in a lin­ear sense, in the log­i­cal and orderly pre­sen­ta­tion of one thing after another, as in a clear plot in a story, and make the same pas­sage dis­con­tin­u­ous. Does that nec­es­sar­ily destroy the mean­ing I mean to convey?

I cut them from here and put them there instead. I will write or, have writ­ten, or am writ­ing, and copy them to other loca­tions, pas­sage dis­con­tin­u­ous. Does that nec­es­sar­ily destroy the mean­ing I mean to con­vey? Move them for­ward or back I can take the idea from my head, dig­i­ti­za­tion means that I can also take words can even cre­ate blank space going for­ward, down the page, or into the future, if you will. This, which is ide­ally con­veyed and best under­stood in a lin­ear sense, since I need to advance from one par­tic­u­lar point. Through the means of dig­i­tal tech­nol­ogy, the present, into a point fur­ther along, the future, in the log­i­cal and orderly pre­sen­ta­tion of one thing after another, as in a clear plot in a story, and make the same.

It doesn’t read in a stan­dard way, but it does express the idea, both in con­tent and in style, even though that style would not ordi­nar­ily be accepted as suc­cess­ful. That is, not only does the dis­con­ti­nu­ity of the altered pas­sage con­vey the same idea, but also the fact that it con­veys the ideas through dis­con­tin­u­ous means inte­grates the con­tent and the style and proves the argu­ment. Ein­stein on the Beach does this same thing musi­cally, although I don’t believe that Philip Glass and Robert Wil­son intended to demon­strate that an opera could be made based on the ideas of infor­ma­tion the­ory. How­ever, that this work can be seen even more effec­tively through the per­spec­tive of the next gen­er­a­tion of audi­ences is a great mea­sure of its artis­tic suc­cess and value.

The opera does not present drama in any con­ven­tional sense. There is no story. There are essen­tially no char­ac­ters, although there are peo­ple who speak, dance and sing. The work presents a rotat­ing sequence of set pieces, repet­i­tive in the nature of Glass’s music. The pieces them­selves begin at a par­tic­u­lar point and end, since time argues they must, but the opera as a whole has no begin­ning and end. It starts, has dura­tion, and then ends. But that doesn’t mean that Ein­stein is empty. Rather, it is full of con­tent, or what in this case is bet­ter to call infor­ma­tion. It is full of dra­matic infor­ma­tion, although it makes no argu­ments towards the mean­ing of that infor­ma­tion, or even they way that infor­ma­tion could be con­sid­ered. The scenes come in dis­crete quanta, and this struc­ture says more about Ein­stein then even the title or the work, or the crazy-haired fig­ure with the vio­lin. How we take these quanta is up to us. Every mem­ber of the audi­ence can replace and reorder the par­tic­u­lar scenes in our own pre­ferred way, and then reorder them at will up to the lim­its of our mem­ory and our inter­est. Ein­stein on the Beach is a means to con­vey dra­matic infor­ma­tion to the audi­ence, and the audi­ence has the respon­si­bil­ity, for good or ill, to deter­mine just what the drama is. Fellini’s “Nights of Cabiria” pro­duces a sim­i­lar result, with a nar­ra­tive of events that seem to fol­low each other at ran­dom, until the final scene ties the entire skein together with emo­tional con­ci­sion and power. But that is a movie, and absolutely con­strained by the phys­i­cal lim­its of film spool­ing through a pro­jec­tor. And whether it is a movie or the opera, this is by no means easy to accom­plish. The order of the work can be rearranged and yet the struc­ture is never any­thing less than ironclad.

While that is a way the opera can be expe­ri­enced in per­for­mance, and a way which Glass and Wil­son encour­age audi­ences to expe­ri­ence it by sug­gest­ing that, dur­ing a com­plete per­for­mance, peo­ple should feel free to wan­der in and out of the the­ater as needed dur­ing the five hours or so it takes to run through the entire work. Not every­one will actu­ally expe­ri­ence the work this way, how­ever, not all opera-goers want the respon­si­bil­ity of impos­ing their own struc­tural order on the work they are encoun­ter­ing. Since this is now the dig­i­tal age, how­ever, any­one with a com­puter, an inter­net con­nec­tion and an account at the iTunes store can indeed expe­ri­ence it just this way, they can lit­er­ally impose their own order on the work by down­load­ing or import­ing the work and mak­ing their own playlist out of it. The iTunes soft­ware is really noth­ing more than a data­base, and the flex­i­bil­ity and power of a rela­tional data­base on a dig­i­tal plat­form, even one as minor-league as iTunes, is an aston­ish­ing tech­no­log­i­cal change from 30 years ago. It’s a new con­text which brings out so much more of the inher­ent qual­ity and power of Einstein.

The iTunes data­base really begs the ques­tion of what com­posers are doing, or not doing, or miss­ing, when it comes to the pos­si­bil­ity of struc­tur­ing dra­matic pieces. iTunes, as a free appli­ca­tion, is every­where, and mil­lions of users have music loaded, or down­loaded, into their data­base. Mil­lions of users/listeners can, at will order and com­bine indi­vid­ual tracks in any genre avail­able dig­i­tally into absolutely any order and struc­ture they desire. It is the mix tape on steroids, crystal-meth and pey­ote. The means of mak­ing the high­est qual­ity mix tape – choos­ing a vari­ety of music and its order, and ensur­ing that the dura­tion would fit into each side of a 60 or 90 minute cas­sette, and then tak­ing real time to record that exact dura­tion of music on the tape and most likely hav­ing to repeat the process, LP and CD by LP and CD, for each copy of the mix tape – ensured a fre­quently overly-obsessive atten­tion to the details of song con­tent, style, genre and aes­thetic flow from track to track, with the ulti­mate didac­tic point of the track order los­ing focus and direc­tion around the end of side A, never to be recov­ered … With iTunes, a playlist of hun­dreds, thou­sands of tracks can be cre­ated within sec­onds or min­utes by drag­ging and drop­ping tracks, drag­ging tracks to reorder, lis­ten­ing to frag­ments of the begin­ning, mid­dle and end of each track to dis­cern the con­tent and con­text. Or, with prop­erly obses­sive atten­tion to each detail of the data­base of each track of music in iTunes, a ‘smart’ playlist, which con­tains every track that con­tains one or more pre-determined cri­te­ria, can be cre­ated almost instan­ta­neously. Whether the con­tents and the results are mun­dane or thrilling, the tech­nol­ogy makes each user/listener an all-powerful impre­sario of their own data­base of dig­i­tal music. Con­tem­po­rary com­posers have all the same tools, espe­cially the con­cep­tual ones, to con­sider their own dra­matic mate­ri­als with the same power and ruthlessness.

Out­side of opera, how­ever, there is music that is specif­i­cally meant to be re-thought and reordered by each lis­tener, inde­pen­dent of other lis­ten­ers. This is pos­si­ble because the music was cre­ated for repro­duc­tion on a ubiq­ui­tous bit of dig­i­tal tech­nol­ogy, the iPod. Inter­na­tional Cloud Atlas is a set of pieces for per­for­mances by Merce Cunningham’s dance group that were com­posed and recorded by Mikel Rouse. In per­for­mance, each audi­ence mem­ber was given an iPod with the music pre-loaded and encour­aged to lis­ten to the one hour set with the shuf­fle fea­ture on, so that the iPod would ran­domly choose among the ten tracks, and ide­ally do so in a dif­fer­ent ran­dom order for as many lis­ten­ers as pos­si­ble. Each lis­tener thereby gets a dif­fer­ent lis­ten­ing expe­ri­ence from the same piece, and so a very dif­fer­ent con­cert and per­for­mance expe­ri­ence within the same con­text. The same music can be reordered again, at home, via the iTunes data­base, so that a spe­cific re-ordering can be cre­ated out of the lis­ten­ers’ desire. Rouse’s music is cer­tainly not opera, and his idiom is very much a pop­u­lar one, with a pro­gres­sive rock fla­vor, but Inter­na­tional Cloud Atlas is a work for the stage and one that con­sciously exploits the oppor­tu­ni­ties avail­able with cur­rent music mak­ing and repro­duc­tion tech­nol­ogy, and is a descen­dant of close rel­a­tives of Ein­stein on the Beach.

Another con­tem­po­rary musi­cian work­ing with the some of the ideas Ein­stein sug­gests and which have become more famil­iar and per­va­sive through time is John Zorn. A large part of his work is specif­i­cally nar­ra­tive, though not in any tra­di­tional sense. His par­tic­u­lar aes­thetic sense is fil­tered through his full-throttle embrace of con­tem­po­rary cul­ture, with all it’s obvi­ous­ness and para­philia, and he has pro­duced a num­ber of abstractly nar­ra­tive works that use pro­ce­dures bor­rowed from and inspired by his love for his cul­tural envi­ron­ment, like Godard/Spillane , in which the titles say it all. These two works fea­ture brief and highly var­ied bits of music that fol­low one in another in rapid and imme­di­ate suc­ces­sion, with­out any con­sid­er­a­tion of musi­cal tran­si­tions of any type.

Unfor­tu­nately, each is recorded to a sin­gle track and so there’s no way to parse out the sub­sec­tions into an iTunes data­base and then reorder them at will, or at the whim of the appli­ca­tions shuf­fle func­tion. This seems a bit of a shame, since Zorn’s music seems to call out for this treat­ment, but then again per­haps the ran­dom sound world of the pieces is a result of an exact­ing idea of order and struc­ture. So we are back, not unhap­pily, at tak­ing the explicit and non-variable and re-creating our own sense of nar­ra­tive and drama. He takes the film edit­ing of Godard, the tough-guy writ­ing of Mickey Spillane and a musi­cal style and struc­ture learned directly from the slap-dash-bang turn-on-a-dime quick change of car­toon music. Writ­ing about Carl Stalling, the com­poser of Warner Broth­ers car­toon music, 1936–1958, Zorn has this to say: “Sep­a­rat­ing the music from the images it was cre­ated to sup­port, it becomes clear that Stalling was one of the most rev­o­lu­tion­ary vision­ar­ies in Amer­i­can music – espe­cially in his con­cep­tion of time. In fol­low­ing the visual logic of screen action rather than the tra­di­tional rules of musi­cal form (devel­op­ment, theme and vari­a­tions, etc.), Stalling cre­ated a rad­i­cal com­po­si­tional arc unprece­dented in the his­tory of music.… No musi­cal style seemed beyond his reach – and his will­ing­ness to include them, any and all, when­ever nec­es­sary (and never gra­tu­itously, I might add) implies an open­ness – a non-hierarchical musi­cal overview – typ­i­cal of today’s younger com­posers, but all too rare before the mid-1960s. All gen­res of music are equal – no one is inher­ently bet­ter than the other – and with Stalling, all are embraced and spit out in a for­mat closer to Bur­roughs’ cut-ups, or Godard’s film edit­ing of the 60’s, than to any­thing hap­pen­ing in the 40’s.” It’s not opera, but he does craft a style of musi­cal jux­ta­po­si­tion and dis­con­ti­nu­ity that belongs explic­itly to the aes­thet­ics of the dig­i­tal age.

Zorn has not applied this tech­nique to opera, though, and while Rouse has writ­ten sev­eral hybrid rock-contemporary music operas, they have a lin­ear nar­ra­tive and musi­cal struc­ture. In the clas­si­cal field there are con­tem­po­rary com­posers who are work­ing with some mix of ideas of dra­matic music, con­tem­po­rary expe­ri­ences and the ideas and the means of dig­i­tal tech­nol­ogy. Some of this even makes explicit claims to be opera. How­ever much the indi­vid­ual pieces or com­plete bod­ies of work may suc­ceed on their own terms, or suc­ceed in lay­ing claims to the con­tem­po­rary milieu, they fail in terms of opera, and thus fail the results that this argu­ment seeks.

It’s the cut-and-paste idea that, for good or ill, is miss­ing from opera. It’s a musi­cal idea, a tech­nique, so not inher­ently bet­ter or worse than other styles of 20th cen­tury music; Neo-Classsicism, Seri­al­ism, Aleatory. We’re in a new cen­tury now, and dig­i­tal tech­nol­ogy has become so per­va­sive that it’s easy to over­look the larger, con­cep­tual pos­si­bil­i­ties it affords. It’s per­haps a human incli­na­tion to con­cen­trate on the large-scale, the sur­pris­ing and the extra­or­di­nary. Those cer­tainly grab our atten­tion, and do so dra­mat­i­cally. But we have com­put­ers every­where in the con­tem­po­rary world, and we use them con­stantly for per­sonal ease, inter­est, plea­sure — not to men­tion how many of us have been earn­ing our liv­ing with com­put­ers and tech­nol­ogy. That too should prompt our attentions.

Dig­i­tal tech­nol­ogy gives us porta­bil­ity of media, but, like most com­put­ers and their appli­ca­tions, there is a high ceil­ing of untapped power and pos­si­bil­i­ties. This porta­bil­ity also has impor­tant impli­ca­tions for the struc­ture or opera, again show­ing a way towards ideas that have yet to be exploited in opera but that are ubiq­ui­tous in the expe­ri­ence of con­tem­po­rary life. If the dig­i­tal world is one where any­thing — a photo, a CD, this essay — can be chopped into dis­crete bits and rearranged so that the same ele­ments have an entirely new effect, then opera can be struc­tured to take advan­tage of this. An opera of dis­crete ele­ments, inter­re­lated but each self-contained, can take advan­tage of dig­i­tal tech­nol­ogy in two impor­tant ways; it can be re-ordered at each per­for­mance so that the expe­ri­ence and drama could dif­fer with­out any loss of coher­ence, and it could be pre­sented to the audi­ence through dig­i­tal media so that they may re-order the same mate­r­ial in their own ways, recom­pos­ing the same struc­ture to find their own mean­ing and sat­is­fac­tion in the composer’s mate­r­ial and ideas. This is music as infor­ma­tion tech­nol­ogy, and the stage – what­ever or wher­ever it may be at this point – is the infor­ma­tion media. The new tools of dig­i­tal tech­nol­ogy make this fea­si­ble and even easy, but the idea itself should not seem star­tling because music itself is a form of infor­ma­tion, and music nota­tion on man­u­script paper is noth­ing but infor­ma­tion tech­nol­ogy; it con­veys a set of instruc­tions with which musi­cians pro­duce music. Dig­i­tal tech­nol­ogy is not a bet­ter form of this for music, but it is a dif­fer­ent one, and just as use­ful. If Richard Taruskin can write a valid his­tory of music that begins with the start of nota­tion — a means to share musi­cal infor­ma­tion beyond hear­ing in both space and time — then this age awaits the under­stand­ing of just how much more musi­cal infor­ma­tion can be shared in so many more ways.

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