Inspired simultaneously and erratically by the blog thoughts of both Stanley Lee and Ned Rorem.

Oct 30, 2002

I think I'm slowly being turned off by the new advent of unidiomatically-written and tasteless 21st century music - perhaps I'm a conservative when it comes to the issue of writing with a computer. Too many times, composers put their entire dogma and faith into a retardedly designed and ridiculously engineered compositional computer program. If you are a composer, DON'T DO THIS ANYMORE. IT PISSES EVERYBODY OFF. YOU'RE DUMB. IF YOU CHOOSE TO KEEP DOING THIS, AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO CONTEMPLATE SUICIDE WITH A BLUNT OBJECT AT SOME POINT IN THE NEAR FUTURE. Musicians can't play the garbage you write - and even if they could, they certainly wouldn't want to.

Consider the trend. Contemporary music, albeit the natural unidiomacy of post-serialist writing is forgiveable, has proved that greatness - greatness, meaning, names that stick - is contained in shit that is actually POSSIBLE to play. THIS IS IMPORTANT.

Composers that 'fit the hand' in the 20th and 21st century (these guys have my respect - and it's catchy shit too): Ned Rorem (obviously - my blog is based on this guys diary), John Adams (thank you for instilling the meaninglessness and fun back into American music), William Bolcolm (he's just cool), George Crumb (off the heezy fo sheezy), Lou Harrison (proof that homosexuality exists at the age of 85), George Rochberg (difficult, but fun to play), Olivier Messiaen (forever a legend), and Samuel Barber (ok, so maybe he's oldschool).

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