What Went Wrong? Part Three
Part three of a series examining the curious lack of new symphonies. Part Two is here.
Culprit #5: Musical Directors
Throughout much of the early 20th Century, European audiences knew American composers as specialists in short orchestral works full of charming folk tunes; it was widely believed that there was no such thing as an American symphonist. This was, of course, wildly untrue, given that composers such as Copland, Harris and Ives had already dipped their toes into the field. American orchestras, while willing to occasionally give their fellow countrymen an airing on European soil, were nonetheless not brave enough to allow an American symphony to be the centrepiece for a concert. One only has to look at the NZSO’s 2010 programme to observe the same effect in this country; New Zealand composers are being relegated to the Made in New Zealand concert, although this does at least tend to make it the most exciting musical event of the year.
Orchestras tend to stick to a certain format of programme for their concerts; most NZSO concerts open with an overture or tone poem (in past years this has often been a New Zealand work), followed by a concerto, and a symphony after the interval. This means that, unless a particularly famous (by classical standards) soloist is performing, the symphony is the main focal point of the evening; much of the potential audience will either come or not come depending on which symphony the orchestra performs. Performing something ‘risky’, like music written in the last century, could easily cost the orchestra great big piles of money. This ensures that new symphonies will never be commissioned by any important orchestra without substantially more funding backing them than the NZSO (which is quite extraordinary, considering that the NZSO is funded by the New Zealand government). Given that almost all composers outside of Finland now lack the stipends that supported composers of national importance or aristocratic favour in the 18th and 19th centuries (and the USSR), composing anything they are not commissioned to write is financially unviable, particularly without any assurance that an orchestra will actually have the courage to do a performance.
Culprit #6: A Certain Flavour of Criticism
For almost as long as certain pieces of music have been designated “symphonies”, debate has flourished about what exactly constitutes a symphony, and how far its boundaries may be pushed while retaining the title. The symphony can be said to have essentially superseded the baroque dance suite, or at least the overture thereof. Through a series of complicated musical machinations this overture became the sonata, then the sinfonia. The Classical symphony carried on the traditions of the dance suite both in the sonata form of its opening movement and in the eclecticism of the following movements – although some composers chose to refine this somewhat. Essentially, the dance suite/symphony had become the title of this blog. In the process, it lost most of its functionality, becoming listening rather than dancing music, and this created a problem for the budding musical form, which now had to rely on a little more than some technical competence and a steady metre to attract an audience – the composer’s task was to move people mentally rather than physically. In doing so it absorbed many of the techniques that had heretofore been used in various other ‘serious’ forms of music, particularly contrapuntal techniques used in fugues or trio sonatas, employing them as means of development. This was, essentially, a form of pure music, but the ‘purity’ of a symphony is only as much as a composer is willing to put in.
Most of the symphonies performed today are from the Romantic period, with a few 20th Century neo-Romantic items of greater or lesser quality. The values of the time obviously permeated the music considerably; most of the symphonies played by orchestras today could easily be tagged with the phrase ‘unabashedly grandiose’. What affected the music so much was not really any great change in musical parameters, but in the way that composers thought about music, placing heavy reliance on musical signs to trigger emotional reactions. Although some composers were able to maintain quite rigid structural parameters in their symphonies, others eschewed them altogether. Beethoven’s Third Symphony, considered by many to be a model of technical perfection, was also probably the earliest important symphony to reflect the new extramusical sensibilities. It was only twenty-five years before Berlioz took this to what seemed like its utmost extreme with Symphonie Fantastique.
At every point in the symphony’s development radical changes have been stubbornly opposed by critics trying to impose a rigid definition. Even in the era of the dance suite composers would take flack for introducing new, illicit dances. One of the greatest difficulties for a composer wishing to write a symphony has always been persuading certain people that what they are listening to is, indeed, a symphony. Three movements? It’s not a symphony! More than two themes in the first movement? It’s not a symphony! A theme that doesn’t modulate to the dominant? It’s not a symphony! A scherzo without a trio? It’s not a symphony! The first movement has largely been the sticking point, with even a usually open-minded critic like Robert Simpson criticising works that he felt moved too far away from the themes-development-recap formula. Some radical neo-romantics suffered derision from both sides. Shostakovich’s Seventh Symphony “Leningrad” was attacked continuously for its unconventional first movement – first by establishment critics who felt that the ostinato section – Shostakovich’s Bolero – distracted from traditional development. Never mind that Shostakovich uses the other twenty minutes of the movement for development, and that the bolero is a highly complex referential construction. The Seventh was also attacked post-war by the Darmstadt school for its brash and uncomplicated patriotism, which seemed to be stuffed with one-dimensional signifiers. Never mind that they (and, in fact, everybody else) got the meanings of these signifiers, at least from Shostakovich’s perspective, horribly, hopelessly and hilariously wrong for thirty years.