«Since music is also made of code and syntax, I find it appropriate to speak of language, even if it must be said that it connotes but does not denote; it can have multiple senses but no meaning» (Frank)
«In my opinion, to appreciate something, one does not necessarily need to know its mechanism» (Frank)
Daniele says "wonder". I can share his impression, while specifying mine a little. For me, it is the wonder of someone who, in a completely dark environment, is attracted here and now, there, by a noise or a smell they have never heard before. And they feel a bit uneasy. (Luca)
But look. Schoenberg's piece is exemplary in the canonical sense of the term and is a must for anyone who wants to know dodecaphony and its history. He also had his reaction, there are other more recent works to dig through...
I take the liberty of asking you what struck you most to make you use the adjective: "Wonder" (not that I disagree) (Frank)
So let's start from the fact that the writer is, first and foremost, a musical semi-illiterate and that, even more so, is absolutely ignorant regarding the mechanisms of dodecaphony.
Since I was a child, when my father gave me the first two classical music records – they were, imagine that, two 78s, one with two pieces from Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake" and the other containing the "Polovtsian Dances" from "Prince Igor" and the symphonic sketch "In the Steppes of Central Asia" by Borodin – I entrusted everything to how my ear transmitted those sounds to my brain, and from this, my judgment emerged.
A lot of water has flowed under the bridge but, despite everything, what still prevails in my judgment is linked to this instinct of mine.
Even more than Luca, when I first listened to dodecaphonic music on the radio, and even more post-Weberian music, I found it absurd and unlistenable. But at the same time I thought: if great performers, starting with Abbado and Pollini, dedicate so much space to it, evidently I am the one in error.
In those years, among us, there was much talk about the phenomenon of Luigi Nono, who, through his music, had centered his ideological and militant commitment.
My stubbornness therefore forced me to persevere, but I must confess that before arriving at them, I had to face and fully and broadly digest the Beethovenian "third style," which at the time "terrified" me. Beethoven, from listening to the Fifth at age nine, was and is the musical love of my life, but until about age 25, for me, Beethoven—apart from the Ninth and the Missa Solemnis—was essentially that of the first and second style. Like the Romantics, in short!
To cut a long story short, do you know what else makes me cry out "wonder" today? It is the wonder of how this music... rather, of how so much of last century's music conveys to me that enormous pleasure I feel when listening to music from other centuries. Today, this music is accepted by my ears with the same ease with which I might listen to a great work from the remote past.
Today, I need this music, at least as much as I needed to listen, for however many consecutive times, to Bach's "St Matthew Passion" on vinyl conducted by Karl Richter and the Nine Symphonies, also on vinyl, in the 1977 edition conducted by Karajan, in recent months.
This, Frank, is the "WONDER" for me: discovering that this music, despite its difference in rules and language, moves me as much as all the rest! I have made it my own and I am so happy about it! I don't know...? I almost have the impression, every time I manage to make something my own that until that moment seemed difficult to me, of moving a millimeter closer to that truthhhhhhhh of which the great Cesare Zavattini spoke in one of his films in the 80s.
Bye and thank you all!