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It'd be more of a "case," if there were some specifics. Pretty much the second post repeats the points of the first post, but without providing any sort of support. And of course, resting your case sends quite a strong signal that the conversation, such as it is, is over. And you get the last word.
Um, no.
Time, first of all, for some specifics. Name some names. Who are these monsters that did all these terrible things? What are the terrible things? What, if nothing else, are these "antics" you keep referring to? And why do you think you get to dismiss them with words like "antics"?
Here's what happened to me. As briefly as possible. I started listening to classical music when I was around nine. That meant, just because of the particular 78s I inherited that year, Haydn, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, Rachmaninoff, Prokofiev, Grieg, Schumann, and Weber. Beethoven followed shortly thereafter. I was insatiable. This music was so compelling, so addictive. In about eleven or twelve years, I had listened to most of the standard repertoire and quite a lot of non-standard stuff. (Berwald, Biber, Suk.) Then I heard some Bartok. And that started off round two, which was even more impressive, even more addictive than the first round. I was insatiable. I went to Stravinsky, then Carter, then Varese and electronic (electroacoustic) music generally. And more Prokofiev. And Shostakovich and Mumma and Cage and Stockhausen and Ligeti and Xenakis and Oliveros and Shields and Tudor and on and on. And then Galas and Lachenmann and Amacher and Dhomont and eRikm and Marchetti (Walter and Lionel--no relation). And of course, more on and on.
Then, after having sidestepped them for thirty years, Schoenberg, Berg, Webern, Wellesz, Sessions, Searle, and such. (I'd already become enamoured of Gerhard and Skalkottas.) Lovely, lovely stuff. Compelling and addictive. And wildly beautiful.
This is the stuff you're dumping on, in a way that ignores history, that ignores the development of the anti-modernist bias that you exemplify, and that ignores the most salient fact about it, that it was fully developed and fully established before the twentieth century antics you reference. (Reference without identifying, still. Do some of that, now, please.) Before the twentieth century had even started.
And you are trampling on stuff* that I love and that I have found lovely. And traducing some anonymous academics for arrogance and rejection and humiliation and ostracising. Which is all my eye.
As for audiences defiantly rejecting things for nearly a century, well, which audiences? I have gone to hundreds of concerts of new music--hundreds a year for the past ten years. There's always somebody there, defiantly enjoying all these antics. And they are not, your name-calling notwithstanding, cult members holding rituals. Do you actually know any of these people who do attend new music concerts and who do enjoy new music? Why, they're quite lovely people, too. They listen to top 40 radio, too, some of them. They listen to Haydn and Schumann, too, many of them. (I know I do.) They have spouses and children and pets. They have jobs in shops and in hospitals and in schools. They drive trucks and serve meals in restaurants and spend free time in parks and in movie theaters. Quite ordinary folk, really, these terrorists of yours.
But all of that is off-topic, as all ad hominems and ad populums are, by definition. Which is why those two things, among others, are considered to be off-limits for civilized conversation.
*Well, near as I can guess. Because until you start naming some names, we none of us really know what you are talking about aside from some vague "antic" music.
Um, no.
Time, first of all, for some specifics. Name some names. Who are these monsters that did all these terrible things? What are the terrible things? What, if nothing else, are these "antics" you keep referring to? And why do you think you get to dismiss them with words like "antics"?
Here's what happened to me. As briefly as possible. I started listening to classical music when I was around nine. That meant, just because of the particular 78s I inherited that year, Haydn, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, Rachmaninoff, Prokofiev, Grieg, Schumann, and Weber. Beethoven followed shortly thereafter. I was insatiable. This music was so compelling, so addictive. In about eleven or twelve years, I had listened to most of the standard repertoire and quite a lot of non-standard stuff. (Berwald, Biber, Suk.) Then I heard some Bartok. And that started off round two, which was even more impressive, even more addictive than the first round. I was insatiable. I went to Stravinsky, then Carter, then Varese and electronic (electroacoustic) music generally. And more Prokofiev. And Shostakovich and Mumma and Cage and Stockhausen and Ligeti and Xenakis and Oliveros and Shields and Tudor and on and on. And then Galas and Lachenmann and Amacher and Dhomont and eRikm and Marchetti (Walter and Lionel--no relation). And of course, more on and on.
Then, after having sidestepped them for thirty years, Schoenberg, Berg, Webern, Wellesz, Sessions, Searle, and such. (I'd already become enamoured of Gerhard and Skalkottas.) Lovely, lovely stuff. Compelling and addictive. And wildly beautiful.
This is the stuff you're dumping on, in a way that ignores history, that ignores the development of the anti-modernist bias that you exemplify, and that ignores the most salient fact about it, that it was fully developed and fully established before the twentieth century antics you reference. (Reference without identifying, still. Do some of that, now, please.) Before the twentieth century had even started.
And you are trampling on stuff* that I love and that I have found lovely. And traducing some anonymous academics for arrogance and rejection and humiliation and ostracising. Which is all my eye.
As for audiences defiantly rejecting things for nearly a century, well, which audiences? I have gone to hundreds of concerts of new music--hundreds a year for the past ten years. There's always somebody there, defiantly enjoying all these antics. And they are not, your name-calling notwithstanding, cult members holding rituals. Do you actually know any of these people who do attend new music concerts and who do enjoy new music? Why, they're quite lovely people, too. They listen to top 40 radio, too, some of them. They listen to Haydn and Schumann, too, many of them. (I know I do.) They have spouses and children and pets. They have jobs in shops and in hospitals and in schools. They drive trucks and serve meals in restaurants and spend free time in parks and in movie theaters. Quite ordinary folk, really, these terrorists of yours.
But all of that is off-topic, as all ad hominems and ad populums are, by definition. Which is why those two things, among others, are considered to be off-limits for civilized conversation.
*Well, near as I can guess. Because until you start naming some names, we none of us really know what you are talking about aside from some vague "antic" music.