Yes, we’re back! We never actually went away, it’s just that Make Music New York represents the final point of a months-long process of organization and mobilization, and so summer is a time for a little hibernation. That’s part of the process too, at least for the blog; lie in a cool, dark space for a while, let the images, memories and words stew around for a bit until they start to make some sense . . .
We hope all of you had a great time at MMNY, as we did. Each year seems to be a step forward in every direction, with more musicians, more venues, more styles and more special events (one of our brand-new special events was, unfortunately but understandably, not open to the public: on June 20, Rikers Island hosted Funk Island). There was far too much music for any group of people to take in. On the central North-South axis in Manhattan we were able to get to, the experience was great, even spectacular.
We began at dawn in Central Park for the Yoko Ono Secret Piece. The Park is surprisingly busy at 5:00am, with groups of people exercising, sprinklers running automatically and the ever present sound of cars on the surrounding streets. Still, it was lovely and stimulating to be there, and the impression was that the piece succeeded on Ono’s terms. It’s meant to define an environment where the individual is deeply conscious of the surrounding woods, and if the contemplative feeling that we carried around all day long was evidence, it worked.
Next stop, the entirely different environs of Wall Street, for GROUP and a tremendous performance of composer Louis Andriessen’s Hoketus. It’s difficult to play music outside, you have to work against either wide-open spaces or overly reflective echoes. The music was ricocheting across the street in an exaggeration of the hocket technique that Andriessen uses, but the power of the sound and the fabulous precision of the musicians made it work. It was great to see traders in their floor jackets wander out of the stock exchange to see what the hell was going on!
By this time, the early afternoon, it already seemed like a full day, but it was time to head back up to Central Park for SWELTER. Talking with Luke Jaaniste of Super Critical Mass a few days after MMNY, it turned out that up until almost the last moment the piece was struggling to come together. But on the lake it was a tremendous success. The combination of sight – musicians on the lake, facing outward like in a Caspar David Friedrich painting – and the sound of resonant horns reaching out to each other across the expanse of water, was indescribably magical. The lake and the Park belonged to the sound, and the aesthetic gesture took full dominion over the landscape. Stunning, and beautiful.
For us, the day came to an end up at Morningside Park, for a spectacular and deeply powerful performance of Inuksuit. We saw the indoor production at the Park Avenue Armory earlier in the year, but there was no comparison between the two. It’s a tautology, but witnessing the work outdoors explains why it is meant to be performed outside. The open space, the uneven vistas and broken sight lines are the perfect accompaniment to a piece that has a large-scale organization but inside which the musical events, the playing, happens with little coordination. It’s not random, but it is by chance inside that larger enclosure, and that is a cognate for what it’s like for us to sit or stroll through a park or down the street in a city. It’s John Cage’s idea, but without the extreme dehumanization. It was easy to call it beautiful, but what it really felt like was something that happened inside us and outside us at the same time. Towards the end, as the music diminishes, we could hear the birds in the park sounding out of the aural landscape. After the final notes of the piece itself, the crowd sat in a kind of levitating, sweet silence for a minute or so, before lauding composer John Luther Adams and musical director Doug Perkins with massive, and deserved applause. This wasn’t just a great MMNY event, it was one of the greatest musical events we’ve witnessed, anywhere, in many years.
There’s so much more to MMNY, and you can find clips, bits, pics and sounds from all over collected at our companion Tumblr.



