It was a night spent in the basement of a burnt out building. People injured by the atomic bomb took shelter in this room, filling it. They passed the night in darkness, not even a single candle among them. The raw smell of blood, the stench of death. Body heat and the reek of sweat. Moaning. Miraculously, out of the darkness, a voice sounded: "The baby's coming!" In that basement room, in those lower reaches of hell, A young woman was now going into labor. What were they to do, Without even a single match to light the darkness? People forgot their own suffering to do what they could. A seriously injured woman who had been moaning but a moments before, Spoke out: "I'm a midwife. Let me help with the birth." And now life was born There in the deep, dark depths of hell. Her work done, the midwife did not even wait for the break of day. She died, still covered with the blood. Bring forth new life! Even should it cost me my own, Bring forth new life! by Sadako K...
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There is almost total overlap between what goes on at Glastonbury and at Snape Maltings. At these venues, and countless others around the world, great music can make a connection and change lives. The only hierarchies of artistic or audience response are those determined by the ability of the music to connect.
But in rock as in classical Bálint Varga’s question of "How far can one speak of a personal style and where does self-repetition begin?” applies. The enemy of transmission is self-repetition, and commercial agendas and the cult of the personality have turned self-repetition into a virus that is eating at the heart of all forms of music today.
Geographical location means Snape is less vulnerable to the self-repetition virus simply because it is not a stopping point on the ‘London today Edinburgh tomorrow’ tours by the leading ensembles that so effectively kill transmission. Similarly world music does not yet have the equivalent of the ‘stadium circuit’ that is covering so much rock and classical music in what Wilhelm Furtwängler called the “hoar frost of routine”.
Others are much better placed to judge rock music than me. But it seems that U2 have caught the self-repetition virus in much the same way that many leading figures in the classical world have. Here is a quote from the Independent’s Glastonbury review:
“Glastonbury: Coldplay and U2 almost spoil the party… U2's controversial headlining set on Friday proved the festival's unique requirements and possibilities, by falling so far short of them… Bono's struggles to engage in a show he clearly felt to be both important and very far from his stadium-rock comfort zone was far more fascinating. This seasoned star, who has played to far bigger crowds than even the Pyramid Stage, was nervous, his voice strained and weak throughout. On the a capella assault on "Jerusalem" which was his main attempt to reach out for some Glastonbury-shaped version of old Albion, he sounded desperately ragged, a man flailing towards a shore destined to stay out of reach”.
http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/music/features/glastonbury-coldplay-and-u2-almost-spoil-the-party-2303619.html
Thanks so much for that response. I agree with you that, "great music can make a connection and change lives."
I'm not completely sure about, "The only hierarchies of artistic or audience response are those determined by the ability of the music to connect."
If you're at all familiar with AC Douglas, you'll know he's big on aesthetic hierarchy. ". . . the popular culture and high culture artifacts inhabit two separate aesthetic realms. . ." and that "transcendence" is what makes the difference.
http://www.soundsandfury.com/soundsandfury/2006/11/a_call_for_a_re.html
My intuition is that "transcendence" can mean different things to different people. What's transcendent and therapeutic for one can be boring to another. For some of the people at that concert and comments on the video you put up, what the reviewer found "desperately ragged" was for them a transcendent experience.
It's a knotty problem I've never felt I've gotten to the bottom of, whether the transcendent experience ACD can have listening to Wagner is anything like a transcendent experience a U2 fan being on the front row for that concert might experience.