listen to its musical message without attaching yourself to the underlying words of the poem."He bowed with a mock-apologetic smile. "Copies of Dehmel’s poem will be available after the performance."The music was indeed exceedingly eloquent. It began in a dark, wistful mood in the bases. The succeeding pessimisticpassage ended in a dramatic culmination, a highly emotional cry for justice, love, or salvation. Thereafter the moodbrightened. A consoling interlude, maybe some higher power trying to elevate the crying soul, led to a vision of a sweet<strong>and</strong> beautiful, celestial realm, forgiveness, heaven, peace?This time the applause was more convincing, most people seemed comfortable with the musical vernacular. Thedissatisfied minority was younger than Schönberg."It describes Wagner arriving at the gates of heaven after the Götterdämmerung," said Friedrich loud enough for peopleto turn around. His sister punched his side.With an annoyed glance at Friedrich his father rose. "Ladies <strong>and</strong> gentlemen, allow me to act as a moderator." Hepronounced the word in English. "I am not a professional musician, but a musically interested layman who has heard thispiece before. Would Herr Schönberg take the trouble <strong>and</strong> elaborate on his initial claim that it musically transcendsWagner?""Unfortunately, my critics are right." Schönberg smiled sadly. "I like Friedrich Dahl’s quip, it hits not far from Dehmel’spoem <strong>and</strong> my personal feelings today. The piece is heavily indebted to Wagner. The treatment of the instruments, themanner of composition, <strong>and</strong> much of its sonority is pure Wagner. I was twenty-two when I wrote this piece. I feltcompelled to profess emotions which the music of Wagner, Mahler, <strong>and</strong> Herrn Strauss’ Tondichtungen had stirred in me."He smiled at Strauss. "The method of developing the variations <strong>and</strong> the disparity of the measures I borrowed fromBrahms. But there are distinct Schönbergian elements too—if you permit me to call them that—the broad-spreadmelodies, the use of contrapuntal confrontations of the bases <strong>and</strong> the melody, <strong>and</strong> a short interlude of three bars ofatonal development. These elements are what I wanted you to hear, because they interest me more <strong>and</strong> more today."He finished his comments with a bow to Richard Strauss, "Much of the success of this piece I owe to the generous <strong>and</strong>courageous support of Herrn Strauss."Strauss mumbled, "I continue to disavow any paternity of this piece," which was greeted with general laughter.Schönberg returned to his lecture. "The last piece was written two months ago by one of my promising students, Herr Dr.Anton von Webern. Anton, would you please st<strong>and</strong>." He extended his arm in the direction of a young, clean-shavenintellectual with glasses, who rose. Two young people applauded. Webern bowed awkwardly."I chose this piece, because Herr von Webern, no longer beholden to the musical giants that held my generation in thrall,composed the kind of music that I have been dreaming of. I believe this very short piece—we once timed it at a mereeight minutes—is a milestone in our search for a new style of composition. It leaves my Verklärte Nacht far behind."It is written for four strings, which is intentional as a thought-provoking deception as well as a way to increase its clarity.Structurally it is not a quartet in the classical sense. It is a tentative experiment, in which Herr Webern tried to use a newstructural <strong>and</strong> tonal approach to composition by going back to Bach’s daring harmonies."I present this piece for the first time here, in order to subject it to your discriminating judgment. It may not produce anunpremeditated hearing pleasure, it does not adhere to a given key, it is atonal throughout. For the time being Webernuses some contrapuntal elements, which he may drop again in the future. However, unlike Bach, the theme, a simple lineof twelve notes you will easily discern in the very beginning, is not repeated as such. Each note of this sequence giveseach of the twelve elaborations that follow a specific musical color."Try to hear this music by visualizing these blocks of color as if they formed a non-figurative, abstract painting, each blockexpressing a specific emotion."He smiled <strong>and</strong> bowed towards the hostess."Herr Webern has dedicated this piece to you, Mrs. Dahl, as a contribution to the controversy of this evening: TheSpiritual in Art, Music <strong>and</strong> Painting."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra sighed. The music, the polemic, <strong>and</strong> the didactic expositions of Herr Schönberg went over her head. All shehad ever heard in Western music was Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake to which Aunt Sophia had taken her before Otto wasborn. But she had some experience in seeing colors with music. Maybe that would open this music to her. Expectantlyshe relaxed <strong>and</strong> closed her eyes.In the beginning the first violin played the promised sequence of twelve tones. The notes would have formed a simplemelody-like line, if they had been set in a customary key. They turned out to be the twelve notes of the chromatic scalebut not in that order.In the subsequent section the cello held, like a counterpoint, the first note of the series two octaves lower, <strong>and</strong> above thatpure tone the other instruments performed an elaborate, elegiac musical figure. They ended in an ear-splitting, dissonantchord.Suddenly extraordinary vibrant colors filled her mind. They formed geometrical shapes, lines, circles <strong>and</strong> spirals. Thecello appeared as a dark red circular object that changed in shape with the instrument’s volume. In the beginning theother three instruments each had a specific color attached, the viola was yellow, the second violin green, <strong>and</strong> the firstviolin deep blue. These colors were not stable, or primary, nor did they continue to be attached to particular instruments,94
the colors mixed <strong>and</strong> changed depending on the mood or the interpenetration of the voices.A light, song-like passage followed, accompanied by a wavy green line that first rolled into a large spiral, <strong>and</strong> thencollapsed into a yellow spot as the four instruments reached another cumulative chord. Abruptly the music stopped <strong>and</strong>immediately broke into a second chord, which turned the yellow spot into a rapidly exp<strong>and</strong>ing, irregular, blue shape thatthreatened to devour her entire field. In the last moment, the viola shot like a violet arrow diagonally across the blue field.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra took a deep breath; this colorful show was extraordinary.The violin held the high note keeping the blue suspended <strong>and</strong> covering her entire field of vision. Across this foil threeshapes chased each other, a large black disc connected now with the cello, a red rectangle driven by the viola, <strong>and</strong> anarrow dark blue object for the second violin.The mood changed to a violently dissonant interplay in the low registers between the cello <strong>and</strong> the viola, evokingmagenta <strong>and</strong> green fields fighting for dominance. The episode was resolved by an orange invasion of the second violin,which soon took over.In the end the cello began to play the original row of twelve tones, the first violin reentered, pure white. Together the fourinstruments repeated the first three bars of the piece decreasing to a pianissimo. One after the other they died away untilthe first violin ended on the highest note of the tone row in brilliant blue.For a minute the audience remained in stunned silence. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, with a deep sigh, opened her eyes. She felt <strong>Konrad</strong>’seyes on her, <strong>and</strong> when she turned around, saw him smile with raised brows. His lips formed a question, but his voice wasdrowned by the general p<strong>and</strong>emonium.Shouts of "Bravo!" <strong>and</strong> the pointed applause by Friedrich <strong>and</strong> several other young people were overpowered by the"Boos!" of the majority. Everybody was talking at the same time."Did you see colors?" <strong>Konrad</strong> shouted into the general din. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra nodded. The excitement of the audience hadreached tumultuous proportions.Herr Dahl rose with raised h<strong>and</strong>s. "Ladies <strong>and</strong> gentlemen, please, let us exercise restraint <strong>and</strong> come to a civilizeddiscussion!"Slowly the audience calmed down.Herr Strauss rose. Not much taller <strong>and</strong> although younger looking, ten years older than Schönberg, said, "As conductor,may I introduce a consideration into this debate? I believe that the goal of music should be to produce a hearing pleasurefor other people, maybe even ‘the masses’ which Herr Schönberg denigrated earlier. I cannot expect my concert-goingaudiences to follow or underst<strong>and</strong> music like that of Herr Webern’s. I am even prophesizing that this kind of music willnever become popular. Although I underst<strong>and</strong> what you are trying to do, I regret its results. Why write music which hassuch narrow, personal appeal, is so forbiddingly individualistic that nobody can follow it?"Schönberg, his right h<strong>and</strong> in the pocket of his jacket, had listened with an inclined head. He took his h<strong>and</strong> out <strong>and</strong>gesticulated with both arms excitedly at Strauss. "Herr Strauss, for the beauty of it! If you would take the time to examinethis piece closely you would also be struck by its beauty."He dropped his arms in despair. "However, it has been made abundantly clear to me during the past years, that mymusic is unplayable, unlistenable, <strong>and</strong> unsuitable for general concert audiences. I had hoped that some of you would beable to see the beauty of Herr Webern’s piece."K<strong>and</strong>insky asked to have a word. Ill at ease, he fidgeted with his words. "I have had two entirely unexpected encounterstonight. First I wish to thank Herrn Schönberg for trying to show us how radically abstract music could lead the way to acorresponding revolution in painting. To me Herr Webern’s music suggests a new kind of abstract painting, a symbiosisof music <strong>and</strong> painting. We have to learn to see music <strong>and</strong> vice versa to hear colors. Maybe then we will be able to hear<strong>and</strong> see the fundamental beauty in art again."He then declared rather pompously. "The other revelation took place during an encounter with a young lady in thisaudience." He turned to Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, who blushed. "It was of a more fundamental, philosophical nature. Mrs. Dadiani-Rostsuggested that we needed to reestablish the balance between the Apollinische <strong>and</strong> the Dionysische to recover dasGeistige in der Kunst. I for my part have resolved to finally read Nietzsche’s Geburt der Tragödie. I feel that Mrs. Dadiani-Rost’s comments are eminently applicable to tonight’s theme. Finally, may I thank Mrs. Dahl for having made thisexceptionally interesting evening possible."His remarks were unanimously applauded. Small groups formed in which Webern’s music was heatedly discussed.K<strong>and</strong>insky asked to be allowed to join the circle around the Dahl siblings <strong>and</strong> <strong>Konrad</strong> <strong>and</strong> Alex<strong>and</strong>ra. He wanted to knowif Alex<strong>and</strong>ra had seen colors in the music. Noticing Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s pensive look, he apologized for such a personalquestion. Was he allowed to invite her <strong>and</strong> her husb<strong>and</strong> for another evening to discuss this matter? It was of greatimportance to him.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra pulled herself from her pensive silence. "I am a complete novice to Western music, there is so much I do notunderst<strong>and</strong>, but I did see colors of a purity <strong>and</strong> intensity that I have not seen before. Were anyone to try to paint what Isaw in this music, he could fill a large canvas with colorful shapes <strong>and</strong> designs. However, they were completely abstract,they had no resemblance to real objects."K<strong>and</strong>insky, very excitedly asked whether she would dare to paint such a picture.95
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