It’s an early start this morning for another lightning visit to Suffolk.
Taking the bus. I can get all the way to Liverpool Street Station from Lewisham for a mere £1.50. I’ve been trying to take the bus instead of the train for months now. Might today be the first day of a soon-to-be-formed habit? Could that new bus-using habit be second nature by the end of the Proms season?
I’m listening to the Minnesota Orchestra’s return to the BBC Proms on the way. The broadcast prompts two separate memories.
The first – an interview with Minnesota’s principal horn player Michael Gast in 2010.
The second memory from county youth orchestra days when the cream of Suffolk’s musical talent and me ploughed our way through Candide for the first time. Me on clash cymbals.
Listening to the Minnesota’s taut performance of Candide today make both memories seem like just a few years old; the former was nearly ten years ago, the latter twenty-eight.
The sound of the elegant syncopation in the timpani part – dry, precise and solid – confirms what I’ve been pondering throughout
Their sound is incredibly exciting: a sort of pit-band dryness mixed with a cavernous ambience swirling all around them. A magnetic kind of intimacy ensues. All clean lines, brushed steel worktops and polished concrete. Modern. Sleek. Sophisticated.
This continues in the Gershwin Piano Concerto – a work with far more satisfying musical material than Rhapsody in Blue which so many others I know for some reason or other always rave about. In the slower expansive melodies the strings don’t sound overly-resourced making the warmth in the player easier to detect.
The journey to Liverpool Street Station has been a mixture of cyclists getting a head start on another searing forecast. Some have their tops off. I’d like to have that confidence in the sunshine. All around me, and those on the buses that pass in the other direction, everyone has their heads buried in their mobile phones. The woman beside spends most of the journey scrolling through Instagram. People are interested in content – but it needs to be ephemera and free. It musn’t make demands.
I can feel the frustration creeping up on me.
Most of yesterday’s meetings were about content and getting people to pay for it in one way or other. “Can you tell us what ideas you have and how you’d treat them for our website?” asked one person. “Yes, but that would be billable,” I replied without thinking. “Well how about you give us a treatment for one of our ideas?” said the MD in response.
It was only later in the day when I started picking over the idea of theirs that the penny dropped: even a treatment is an idea.
Ideas are un-produced pieces of content which drive traffic to a monetised website. If there’s no guarantee I’m getting paid for the idea, then you can’t have it. In my experience, commissioning services begins with the provider, then focuses in on could be provided. Anything else represents a high chance of
The frustration mounts as I begin to realise that the number of people who want the content for free far outweighs those who have any kind of budget to pay. But amongst those who have a budget,
In any other walk of life, skill would be celebrated, sought after, and re-numerated accordingly. We expend God knows how much effort telling influencers and opinion-formers that ‘creativity matters’ yet the very industry that has creativity at its heart and seeks it out doesn’t value it. The irony.
I have skills. I have
But just as ambition comes with impatience, so the frustration comes with determination. I’ve given up before. I’m not about to again. The best we can all do is not repeat the same mistakes over and over again.
The last movement of the Gershwin – the return of the main subject towards the end – sounds like a monster wailing with pain from an infection. There doesn’t especially feel like there’s a resolution even though there clearly is, musically speaking. We’ve not had aching melancholy but there has been exuberant of pride.
In that way Gershwin’s compositional style is fascinating. He soups up the kind of melodic mastery of Rachmaninoff displayed in his showpieces, with the harmonic abandon more commonly heard in jazz, to create a hybrid that very-nearly-but-not-quite reaches a satisfying musical argument. A crowd-pleaser who strove for seriousness but never quite made it. I’ve never really got a handle on Gershwin, though this dynamic performance from the Minnesota Orchestra still makes it an entirely pleasurable listen.