The LA-based composer-violinist Andrew McIntosh will be the subject of one of Miller Theatre's Pop-Up Concerts tomorrow at 6pm. The fine folk of Yarn/Wire will present two world premieres — Five Songs and We See the Flying Bird — as well as the third movement of Hyenas in the Temple of Pleasure, alongside works of Marc Sabat / Stefan Bartling and Wolfgang von Schweinitz. Tickets are free.... Yarn/Wire will return to Miller in December for a Composer Portrait of Zosha Di Castri.... McIntosh's Yelling into the Wind will be featured on the LA Phil's Noon to Midnight marathon on Oct. 1; the program brings a raft of premieres (including Kate Soper's Wallace Stevens-based The Ultimate Poem Is Abstract), a bevy of LA-based ensembles, and thirteen pianists playing Messiaen's Catalogue d'Oiseaux .... Approaching in Chicago: the massive Ear Taxi festival (Oct. 5-10), featuring such local luminaries as Ensemble Dal Niente, Spektral Quartet, and Third Coast Percussion. There will be no fewer than fifty-four world premières.... Nicholas Hopkins, at his Subtilior music-engraving site, has published two parts of a thoroughgoing analysis of Boulez's Tombeau, the final section of Pli selon pli. One awaits the third installment with interest.... On Oct. 1 the sonostream platform will host a live stream of the Theater Basel production of Stockhausen's Donnerstag aus Licht.... Worth a read: Daniel Brandes's essay “Composing Sabbath Spaces: Thoughts and Reflections on Making Quiet Music.”
Cantos Cautivos is an extraordinary digital archive devoted to music written, sung, and heard in centers for political detention and torture in Chile under the regime of Augusto Pinochet, who seized power on September 11, 1973, with clandestine American support. I've only just begun to explore the library, which includes not only musical examples but also testimonies connected with performances in the camps. Here is Renato Alvarado Vidal talking about a spontaneous rendition of the "Ode to Joy" in Cuatro Álamos: "...The warm air of a Santiago autumn entered the cell together with the 'Ode to Joy,' sung by the recognized prisoners of the adjacent prison section: '…Listen, brother, to the song of joy…' And of course he listened, and he sang. I am a terrible singer. Once at Puchuncaví concentration camp, they noticed that out of 320 singers I was the one singing the National Anthem out of tune. But at that moment, I sang too. With all my heart I joined my comrades’ chorus, and I sang. I sang all my joy of staying alive and standing up on my own two feet."