So I am experimenting with Pandora Radio, because people told me I should, and it’s on my newfangled Droid thingy, so I figured, why not.
It has its good points. For one, I actually listen to music outside of my car now, which before recently was something I almost never did. It was just how I treated music — it was compartmentalized to car rides, and usually longer drives when I couldn’t just listen to NPR the whole way. And since I spent a lot of time in choirs, making music, it just never seemed to be something I lacked or needed to fill space with. (I also spent waaaay too much time filling the space with video games, but that’s another story.)
Despite this pleasant addition of more sound to my daily life, however, I have a severe beef with Pandora Radio. Namely, it doesn’t have a clue who I am. Consider the alternate title of this post “In Defense of the Eclectic.”
So I went to see The Mikado, by Gilbert and Sullivan, tonight. I was of mixed feelings about the whole affair. It was amusing enough and the singing was alright (although certain roles left something to be desired — I had the distinct feeling one of the actors was trying to do his best interpretation of Scooby-Doo as an opera singer). Others were quite good, especially the unscrupulous character whose “shtick” was being an official who held a number of positions — attorney general, prime solicitor, chief justice, home secretary, chancellor of the exchequer, and so forth — and who often used these positions to a…synergy…not often found in government.
At the same time, the choreography left much to be desired, and the articulation of the chorus made much of the singing a mash of undistinguished words. I laughed not a few times when a particularly inept chorus member bumped into someone or handled a set piece badly in between scenes. But hey, it was a university production at a university not known for its opera programs or music department. I’m not going to be too picky.
But there was something I didn’t like…below the jump.
I read this article today about a computer that creates music. A reader at Andrew Sullivan’s blog outlined some of why it bothers me, especially in its assumption that all composers do is follow logical rules in their composition. But the following quotation stands out:
In [Cope’s] view, all music — and, really, any creative pursuit — is largely based on previously created works. Call it standing on the shoulders of giants; call it plagiarism. Everything we create is just a product of recombination.
I don’t really mind him thinking this latter part, that creation is a process of recombination. There’s not a lot going on in our heads, if you ask me, that wasn’t fed to us by society and education and culture. But to assume that the process is mechanical, that the recombination doesn’t have intent behind it or doesn’t synthesize something in a new or profound way, that doesn’t seem right.