Hello, World

Brent Reidy

Hello, Dial M. I hope, as a summer substitutes, Ralph and I entertain as well as Jonathan and Phil. No promises.

A little about myself: I consider myself a
cook, composer, and musicologist—in that order. Course work often gets in the
way of those first two things, so now that school is out and summer is here,
I’m looking forward to much cooking and much composing.

At the top of my summer reading list is a book by the gonzo-gastronome
Anthony Bourdain, “A Cook’s Tour.” The book follows Bourdain’s trip around the
world to find the culinary Holy Grail—the “perfect meal.” I’ve read Bourdain’s
other books (he also writes crime fiction!) and found that his culinary insight lends itself rather well to
thinking about music. For example, in the introduction to our “Cook’s Tour,” Bourdain
recognizes that a meal is not just a matter of ingredients and their preparation:

Of course,
I knew already that the best meal in the world, the perfect meal, is very
rarely the most sophisticated or expensive one. I knew how important factors
other than technique or rare ingredients can be in the real business of making
magic happen at a dinner table. Context and memory play powerful roles in all
the truly great meals in one’s life. I mean, let’s face it: When you’re eating
simple barbecue under a palm tree, and you feel the sand between your toes,
samba music is playing softly in the background, waves are lapping at the short
a few yards off, a gentle breeze is cooling the sweat on the back of your neck
at the hairline, and looking across the table, past the column of empty Red
Stripes at the dreamy expression on your companion’s face, you realize that in
half an hour you’re probably going to be having sex on clean white hotel
sheets, that grilled chicken leg suddenly tastes a hell of a lot better.

Bourdain here gets at something I like. Rarely are food and music enjoyed and
remembered outside their context. Two identically prepared dishes are not
really the same, even though they are
the same—they are eaten at different times in different places by different
people. Likewise, a symphony is
different for each member of the audience.

Every music experience I remember is remembered not as just
an aural event, but as an event in a specific place and time. Chopin’s
nocturnes are what I listened to as I fell asleep as an eleven-year old. New
Orleans’ Preservation Hall Jazz Band is what I fist heard when I started my love affair
with Woody Allen’s movies. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers is what played on
the stereo of my family’s van as we drove cross country to camp at Yosemite
National Park.

One memory is particularly special to me. This memory
explains my obsession with Reich’s Music
for 18 Musicians
. I had listened to the piece a few times throughout my
college years, but it wasn’t until my the spring of my senior year that I
really heard the piece. That term, Dartmouth
College hosted a New Music Festival with Jim Tenney as guest of honor. I helped
produce the festival in various quiet ways, including chauffeuring Tenney back
and forth to the airport. The memory took place on that return trip to the
Manchester airport.

We hummed along in the silver jeep, through cold roads past ancient
pines which limped under the heavy ice as snowsmoke drifted across the highway—dawn
on a typical New Hampshire spring day.  Tenney asked that I bring along some CDs for
the car ride. After a few minutes of
awkward silence, I slid the ECM recording into the CD player, the disc still
cold from being left by the window in anticipation the night before.

None of us said a word as the chords rolled out and filled
the vehicle. We sat and just listened. I was at once excited and reflective.
The festival was a momentous occasion for me and over the nearly-hour long
listening I tried to process all that had happened over the last few days. The
chords rolled over us once again and the piece finished. We sat quiet, interrupted
only by the whir of the CD player as it ejected the disc.

After some time, Tenney mused, "hmm—now whenever I listen to that I cannot
help but think of the snowy hills of New Hampshire."

I was overjoyed. To think that I had made an impression on the man I respect so
greatly was unfathomable. I silently thought to myself, "And now I will
never listen to that piece without thinking of you."

And I haven’t. He died only a little while later. I am still
young and still in silent awe. Awed that I managed to meet with Tenney before
his passing and awed that somehow I changed the way he listened to a piece of
music. And so when I listen to that work, I don’t just hear Reich’s
composition. I hear the silent, snowy hills of New Hampshire, I heard the
excitement of my last year in college, and I hear the glow in Tenney’s eyes as
we drove towards our first and final goodbye.

And no one else hears this work the same way as I do. Or any
work, for that matter. And no meal will taste the same to two people, while it
is eaten or when it is remembered.

About Phil Ford

Chairman of the Committee for the Memorial to the Victims of Modernism
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3 Responses to Hello, World

  1. My associations of M18 are, coincidentally, also about driving in New Hampshire, although I think they’re less strong and obviously less emotionally significant. I finally really got into the piece when I was living in Boston and driving to NH on the weekends, and while I was already a huge Steve Reich fan I was much more interested in the later more post-minimalist work (Different Trains, Electric Counterpoint, etc.) I hadn’t gotten used to the scale of the earlier works yet, and I found that listening to them while driving helped me focus on them and stay immersed whereas when listening while doing other things I would get distracted and tune them out. My love of Four Organs comes from the same experience.
    I got in the habit of using those car trips as my opportunity for my in-depth listening of a lot of long minimalist and postminimalist work–Michael Gordon’s “Decasia” and “Trance,” David Lang’s “Cheating Lying and Stealing,” etc.

  2. Rebecca says:

    Great post, Brent! I found it very touching and very relevant.
    “I hear the glow in Tenney’s eyes.”
    I’m glad you are here! Just as those two gentlemen are taking their vacations, I’m getting ready to amp up over at Miscellaneous Mayhem! I look forward to your offerings!

  3. brent reidy says:

    Galen – Minimalism is always my driving music as well. It also makes for great cooking music–something about mindlessly stirring risotto that reminds me of minimalist process.
    Rebecca – Thanks. I look forward to keeping up with your blog this summer!

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