Just like hating new art forms has become a religion in many centers of traditional education, I am also painfully aware that a similar cult has slowly been built on the opposite end. There are people willing to die on the altar of Brahms (who they consider being the last true composer…god help us), and also those willing to be sacrificed on the altar of whatever work was most recently premiered (hopefully only a minute earlier to be sure to avoid judgment by the Grand Inquisitors of the new). I disdain all cults, all absolute statements, and all modes of life that could possibly restrict me from experiencing the cultural accomplishments of the greatest of the African apes: Homo Sapiens.
Building familiarity is more important than just about anything in promoting the expansion and permanence of our repertoire. If we do not allow audiences repeat performances of new works, it is possible that we will lose masterpieces by overshadowing them with tried and tested music. Read More
It has been two months since Tom’s passing and few have begun to truly understand how great of a loss we have suffered: we did not just lose another great American trumpet player, but someone much more special. He has not joined the Parthenon of the trumpet saints and legends, but rather the more exclusive club of luminaries who paved new roads, not unlike his cherished Pierre Boulez, Luciano Berio, Georges Mager, Max Schlossberg or William Vacchiano. Read More