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... inspired by Indian raga and other Eastern sources, composers like Philip Glass, La Monte Young, Terry Riley, Steve Reich, and Mike Oldfield began in the 1960s to fashion a sound, all too familiar nowadays, in which a clear steady pulse is blended with repetitive, often tape-looped melodic-harmonic fragments. The aim, in Reich’s words, was to “facilitate closely detailed listening." But the result was nearly the opposite. Beginning with the use of Oldfield's Tubular Bells (1973) on the soundtrack of The Exorcist, minimalist-derived music became “aural wallpaper” for an increasingly image-driven culture.
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... high tech is bringing all kinds of music to all kinds of people. This last situation, having everything at our fingertips, is part of what is meant by postmodernism. According to the academic experts, postmodernism puts everything on the same level - Monk, Mozart, the Monkees, the chanting monks. If this is true, then all music has lost its beauty and meaning. But it isn't true. Human nature is not mutating into some new, anti-musical form. Even in 2001, most people still seek in music the same things that human beings have always sought there: Not the formal complexity of high art, necessarily, but not ugly noise, either. Instead, people seek the elemental, the primal things: the motive power of dance, and the emotional power of song.
She's right about one thing: new technology makes everything available. But does that make everything equal? Nah. Postmodern forms -- one of Bayles's bogeymen -- may borrow from all sources, but it doesn't follow that music and art lose all their value. That's why most of us can say "I know what I like": the artist proposes, but the viewer, and the listener, disposes. The fault is not in the twelve-tone scale but in ourselves, to paraphrase Shakespeare, that original postmodernist who seems to have borrowed everything from plot to language on his way to originality.
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