Thursday, September 16, 2010

In which Mixed Meters Turns Five

On September 16, 2005 - exactly five years ago today -  I posted the first three articles to this blog Mixed Meters.  Yes, three in one day.   Here's the entire first post "In Which David Fails to Find An Interesting First Comment":
Every new adventure begins with the words "Why am I doing this?" It would be so much easier not to bother trying new things.

If you, future person reading these words, discover that this blog hasn't changed in months . . . years . . . then you'll know I couldn't find a good answer for the question.

My philosophy will be . . . keep it short.
In the following two weeks I published 14 more articles:
  • In which David Reveals What He Listens to While Listening to NPR
  • In which David Rewrites the Pledge of Allegiance
  • In which David Plugs Ham Hocks and Cornbread
  • In which David Introduces a New Character
  • In which David First Refers to His Hair
  • In which David Eats Cheese Before Bed
  • In which a Docker Award goes to Oolon Colluphid
  • In which David Hears Things
  • In which David Envies the Leisure Classes
  • In which David Collects Random Thoughts
  • In which David Doesn't Often Go To the Movies, But...
  • In which David Links to Writers He Respects
  • In which David Has A Clarinet Flashback
  • In which David Rants About His Wireless Router
Read all of them, in reverse order, by clicking here.

Today, in 2010, after more than 500 posts which are always way longer and much less frequent than those early ones, I realize the utter foolishness of me ever trying to keep things short.  And the question "Why am I doing this?" has as yet to find an answer.

And ... I'm still blogging.  Go figure.

Here's a picture of me on my actual fifth birthday - in 1956:



After a period of practice blogging I formally announced Mixed Meters in an email on Nov. 1, 2005:
To Friends, Relatives, Colleagues, Clients, People With Whom I've Exchanged At Least One Email Within Five Years, People Who Send Me Repeated E-mail Promotions and Others:

DAVID OCKER HAS BLOGGED.  It's called MIXED METERS.  I know you're all thrilled.  Please check it out.

I've been posting to it for about a month.  It's mostly about the music I enjoy, but there are also remarks about politics, movies and the pop culture to which I'm subjected.  Plus silly rants and pictures. Lots of links.

You can listen to selected 30 Second Spots.  These are half-minute low-fidelity Midi pieces which I've been writing.  Click on "Read about 30 Second Spots" for an explanation.

I've even created the Docker Awards - presented only to fictitious characters so far. They're kind of like Grammys or Oscars, only more pointless.

I try to keep everything short.  Expect a new post two or three times a week - at least until I get bored.  That will happen sooner if no one is reading.  So you know what to do.  (And please tell your friends.) Thanks.
I like it when people read what I post, but let's face facts - Mixed Meters has not set the Internet on fire.  I do seem to have a few really engaged readers.  I am very grateful to you for returning repeatedly.  My range of subject matter can't make Mixed Meters easy to understand, so I assume that on some level you're kindred spirits.

Sometimes I claim that Mixed Meters has only three readers.  That's supposed to be a small joke.  On the Internet the important metric isn't readers, it's hits.  Here's the five-year history of MM's daily hit counts:

Pretty erratic, huh?  Some of the features do have explanations.  Letter A, for example, represents the initial email announcement above.  Letter B is my first post about Frank Zappa, an article entitled Varese, Zappa, Slonimsky.

Letter C marks a post called In Which David Is Confused By The Second Coming.  I wrote about a hip hop artist, Juelz Santana, who had used the Dies Irae in a track which became part of a Nike television commercial.  I was interested in Dies Irae while other people were interested in Juelz.  Fortunately that wore off.

The single busiest day was November 16, 2008 (D) when Mixed Meters was hit up 415 times.   A few days later I posted about Hitler, Wagner and Ring Festival LA for the first time.  You can plainly see that the hit count has declined steadily ever since.  The increase in green on the graph suggests that some people have begun exploring Mixed Meters once they get here, not just landing on one page and then surfing off again.

Also notice the mysterious trough at letter E.  I don't know what it represents.  Maybe it was some sort of glitch at Google.  A large portion of MM hits originate from Google.

All in all, I think Mixed Meters has been good for me.  I'm happy when I'm working on it.  I think I'll keep doing it.  Its real purpose, I suppose, is to reflect my interests.  It's just that I have no real clue about what will interest me next.


Please feel free to explore what's already here while I figure out what's to come.  Here are some starting points ...
... plus much, much more.  You could try searching the so-called archives.  Let me know what you find.
    Things that happened on September 16, 2005, according to the L.A. Times
    Things that happened on September 16, including 2005, according to Wikipedia.


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    Saturday, September 11, 2010

    My Trilobite

    Sometime last year I was looking for a book to read.  I picked up Leslie's copy of Trilobite, Eyewitness to Evolution by Richard Fortey.  Fortey is a trilobite expert and a highly praised author of books about science for non-scientists.  I found his writing to be equally fascinating and wearisome.
    • Trilobites are extinct marine arthropods. 
    • Arthropods are animals. 
    • Living arthropods include shrimp, crabs and insects. 
    • Marine arthropods live in the sea. 
    • Extinct arthropods are known only through their fossil remains. 
    • People who study fossils are called paleontologists. 
    • Richard Fortey is a paleontologist who works at a natural history museum.  
    • Leslie, my resident biologist, also works at a natural history museum.
    • She can explain these things much better than I can.
    Fortey's best known work is Life, An Unauthorized Biography. It deals with 4 billion years of evolution, beginning with one-celled critters and ending with you and me.  In the preface Fortey says that he wrote Trilobite because in Life he could only give "a page or two" to his passion for trilobites.  That gives you an idea of how important trilobites, which existed for about 275 million years, were to evolution.  Can you say "dead end"?



    Trilobite impressed on me just how strange these animals must have been.  And of course I have a strong affinity for "strange".  Pictures of trilobite fossils show bizarre, segmented, armored, tentacled little creepy crawlies perfect to be cast in a horror movie or as some threatening species on an alien planet where astronauts accidentally crash their spaceship.

    I wanted one of my own.  Leslie picked up on a few hints that I dropped.  She's very good that way.  For my recent birthday she presented me with a genuine trilobite fossil.  Here it is.  (Click any of the pictures for enlargements.)


    My little guy came with this scant information:
    • Fossil Trilobite Phacops speculator
    • Age: Devonian Period
    • Classification: Phacops speculator
    • Location: Anti-Atlas Mountains Alnif, Morocco
    • Origin: Hammar L'aghdad Limestone
    "Anti-Atlas" mountains?  Are there Pro-Atlas mountains somewhere?   And where is Alnif?  Here are more pictures of fossils from Alnif.

    You'll notice that this particular Pracops speculator is curled up in a ball.  Trilobitologists say it is "enrolled" - although they never talk about trilobite schools.  It's likely that trilobites which were afraid something was about to kill them curled up to protect their soft undersides.  Getting encased in muck was probably a pretty traumatic experience.

    Whoever chipped away the limestone in which this particular critter was discovered left a little base for it to stand up upon.  It's like a small statue.  A trilobite bust.

    I have no clue about the phrase "Hammar L'aghdad Limestone".  The Internet is no help.

    So when was the Devonian Period?  Well, roughly it was 416 to 359.2 million years ago.  That's how long it has been since my Pracops speculator curled up in a ball and died.   That long ago Morocco could have been almost anywhere.  And the Anti-Atlas mountains didn't even exist yet.


    I now present The Mixed Meters Method for Conceptualizing How Long Ago My Trilobite Lived.

    STEP ONE: Imagine all the things which have happened since the year one, 2010 years ago, from Jesus to Justin Bieber.  Think carefully about the changes in religion, technology, society, language and government since then.  Think of all the people who have lived and died.  Think of all the arthropods which have lived and died.  Remember that there have been 734,406 days since the beginning of year one, days just like today.  A lot has happened since the year one.


    STEP TWO: Count to 500.  For each number from one to five hundred, repeat STEP ONE.  This may take you a while.  If each number between one and five hundred represents two millennia, which you considered in step one, then when you get to 500 you have thought about one million years.


    STEP THREE:  Repeat steps one and two each day for one entire year.



    Have you done all that?  Once you successfully complete steps one, two and three you have conceptualized 365 million years.  That long ago would put you back near the end of the Devonian period  when my trilobite lived.

    For a guy celebrating his birthday, the last birthday before the first digit of his age number increments yet again, this little fossil was a really good gift.  Envisioning how extremely old it is makes me feel quite young by comparison.

    Thanks, Leslie.  Love you.



    I took the first three pictures with Leslie's fancy schmancy camera.  The last two were taken with the point and shoot in my pocket.  They're not as good but I always say "you can never have too many pictures of your own personal trilobite."



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    Tuesday, August 31, 2010

    Stories of Almost Everyone

    My friend John Steinmetz sent me an excerpt from the book Mirrors, Stories of Almost Everyone by Eduardo Galeano.  The excerpt is about a famous piece of classical music (the one I have resolved never, ever to listen to again.)
    THE NINTH

    Deafness kept Beethoven from ever hearing a note of his Ninth Symphony, and death kept him from learning of his masterpiece's adventures and misadventures.

    Bismarck proclaimed the Ninth an inspiration for the German race, Bakunin heard it as the music of anarchy, Engels declared it would become the hymn of humanity, and Lenin thought it more revolutionary than "The Internationale."

    Von Karajan conducted it for the Nazis, and years later he used it to consecrate the unity of free Europe.

    The Ninth accompanied Japanese kamikazes who died for their emperor, as well as the soldiers who gave their lives fighting against all empires.

    It was sung by those resisting the German blitzkrieg, and hummed by Hitler himself, who in a rare attack of modesty said that Beethoven was the true führer.

    Paul Robeson sang it against racism, and the racists of South Africa used it as the soundtrack for apartheid propaganda.

    To the strains of the Ninth, the Berlin Wall went up in 1961.

    To the strains of the ninth, the Berlin Wall came down in 1989.
    John knew I would be fascinated by this because it deals with the common Mixed Meters trope that musical meaning is mutable according to who is listening.   And of course it mentions Adolf Hitler, which I have been doing a lot lately.


    After reading about Galeano I ordered a "like new" copy of this book from an Amazon associate seller.  The price was 39 cents.  Yes, you read that correctly.  Thirty-nine U.S. pennies for a $26.95 list price hardcover book originally published in 2009.  Shipping charges were more than ten times the price of the book: $3.99.


    In capitalistic America such a low price for nearly 400 pages of printed matter can only mean a huge lack of demand.   Could this be because Galeano says things Americans don't care to hear?  Or maybe someone is giving copies away because they think Americans ought to hear those things.  After all, the vilified Venezuelan president Hugo Chavez presented another of Galeano's books to Barack Obama, the increasingly vilified American president.

    Mirrors consists of nearly six hundred short historical tales similar to the sample above.  I thought to myself "It's a novel in the form of a page-a-day calendar."

    In reality it's a history book.  It's the story of human culture told in sequential "sound bites".   Each bite is short enough for even the tiniest attention span.  It would be perfect for multi-tasking, channel-switching, constantly on-the-go media consumers.  Except for one problem - it's a book.


    Galeano makes his attitudes perfectly clear.  He is against sexism, racism, facism, colonialism, corporatism, imperialism and exploitation.  He counters pro-western, pro-northern, pro-European bias.  He lampoons the silly and he bemoans the greedy, the evil and the immoral.  He talks about the crazies, the revolutionaries, the successes, the failures and the famous.  Almost everyone.

    Galeano obviously has strong opinions. His little tales will make you think.  Like the Beethoven symphony, what he tells is often open to interpretation.  If you think about the stories too hard they could be profoundly depressing.  You could even end up regretting being human.

    But in spite of that, the book is a really easy read.  It would make a good blog.




    Listen to an interview with Eduardo Galeano on the NPR radio show Latino USA.  He says "I am just a person fascinated by reality and the magic hidden inside reality."

    Other Mixed Meters posts mentioning Beethoven's Ninth: Everybody Loves Beethoven Probably and In Which Music Moves Slowwwly.

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    Sunday, August 15, 2010

    A Modest Proposal for Replacing Placido Domingo at LA Opera

    In a November 2008 press release Placido Domingo, Los Angeles Opera's leader, optimistically announced  
    Ring Festival LA will be a defining moment in the cultural history of Los Angeles.
    A year later, in another press release, RFLA's Leader Barry Sanders predicted 
    Ring Festival LA will be the most significant arts festival since the 1984 Olympic Arts Festival.
    At RFLA's website, Sanders, apparently with a straight face, referred to the festival as
    the most interdisciplinary, cross-cultural, collaborative artistic and cultural event to occur anywhere.
    By the time Ring Festival LA ended, about six weeks ago, anyone could see that it had not lived up to this hype.  Not even close.  I suppose we have to cut Placido and Barry some slack.  I'm sure they had the best of intentions.

    Oscar Wilde said
    It is always with the best intentions that the worst work is done.
    Here's the RFLA street flag on Riverside Drive together with an ad for another Los Angeles event, ExxxoticaExpo.  (Click the picture to enlarge.)


    Of course festivals and hype are the stock and trade of Richard Wagner whose music inspired Ring Festival LA.  Wagner's own festival, Bayreuth, has repeatedly presented the exact same ten operas for well over a century.  Such a festival exudes the feeling of a religious ceremony.  "John Marcher" (an anonymous San Francisco blogger and opera fan) recently mentioned that he was looking forward to his first visit to Bayreuth.  He called it his "Bayreuth baptism".

    Of course festivals and hype are the stock and trade of Los Angeles which always has a lot of arts festivals.  Here's a list.  There are even more film festivals in LA including many ethnic ones: African-American, British, Iranian, Chinese, Chicano, Italian, Croatian, Danish, Filipino,  etc. etc.  On the radar screen of all local fesivals, Ring Festival LA was barely a blip.

    And of all the festivals which Los Angeles has ever seen come and go, only one ever reached the level of "a defining moment in the cultural history of Los Angeles".  That was the wildly successful 1984 Olympic Arts Festival.  It had a huge budget, adjusted for inflation, worth $24 million today.  After barely a decade, the positive effects disappeared, swallowed by an era of recession and riots.

    The Olympic Festival, and the equally successful 1987 Los Angeles Festival, were led by Robert J. Fitzpatrick, then President of CalArts.  With money to spend and the support of city leaders, the festivals included the widest possible variety of dance, opera, jazz, music, theater, art, and film - from all over the world and from right here in Los Angeles.

    One uniquely Los Angeles component of the festival was a Freeway Mural Project - in which sections of local freeways were turned into art galleries visible to people as they drove past.  Some of those murals are still slightly visible through a 25-year patina of gang graffiti.  (Again, click to enlarge.)


    Eventually Fitzpatrick got a job offer he couldn't refuse - to become head of Euro Disneyland.  It would turn out to be a bad career move for him.  As a result a new head of the Los Angeles Festival was needed for the next event scheduled for 1989.   In a 1987 LA Times article Fitzpatrick touches on who his replacement should be:
    Conversation skips to Festival 1989, which he hopes will focus on Latino and Asian culture. He suggests picking as his successor "someone who has the ability to stage a festival, to get a fresher perspective."
    The person chosen was theater director Peter Sellers.  For that festival - postponed a year until 1990 - Sellars took the idea of "Latino and Asian culture" and ran with it.  The 1990 Festival became a Pacific Rim festival.  This is from a 1989 LA Times article:
    Declaring flatly that there would be "no European works at all" at the 1990 Los Angeles Festival, Peter Sellars said Tuesday that he hoped the three-week September event would prove to traditional arts patrons that the kind of work "previously considered the margin was, in fact, the center."
    "I would like the festival to do for this city things that none of the (existing) institutions in this city can do," he said. "Collective power is what I hope the L.A. Festival will be about."

    All this is my way of introducing a fascinating review of the 1990 Los Angeles Festival.  Since these festivals were all pre-Internet, there is not much information about any of them online.  This particular piece, entitled HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT: Los Angeles Festival 1990, was posted by the author Don Shewey to his own website.  Here are some quotes - but if you're really interested in this pinnacle of a local arts festival I suggest you read the entire article.
    "I was all ready to bring a bolt of my Mozart opera productions and whatnot," Sellars has said. Then he took a good look at Los Angeles, noticed that the population was dominated by Asian and Latin American people whose cultural traditions had nothing to do with Mozart or Europe, and changed his mind.
    Shewey discusses the spiritual aspect of many of the performances he witnessed.  Remember that this was the controversial era of Jesse Helms, Robert Maplethorpe and Andre Serrano's Piss Christ.

    That's right, it was a religious festival, a celebration of spirituality. Of course, selling the Los Angeles Festival that way would probably have caused no less of an uproar than if it had been billed as a celebration of babykilling. That's why you never heard the words "religious" and "spirituality" officially attached to the festival -- in the cultural climate we live in, those words are taboo, especially within the arts community, which feels itself to be under attack by the religious Right.
    And later:
    And yes, the Los Angeles Festival was a political festival as well -- another no-no and another attribute that somehow Peter Sellars found it convenient (and probably wise) not to trumpet too loudly in the press. In fact, you could say that the festival took place at the intersection of religion and politics. I was going to say that the Asians supplied the religion for the most part and the Latin Americans the politics, but I realize those are cultural cliches -- the spiritual Orient and the fiery Latin rebel. The fact is that the intersection of religion and politics takes place at the center of virtually all Pacific cultures (Korean, Mexican, Polynesian Chilean, Filipino, etc.). That's exactly what makes those cultures profoundly alien to American mainstream culture, which is so eager to avoid religion and politics that it will climb mountains of junk and swim through oceans of trivia to get away from them.

    The Los Angeles Festival was ingeniously designed as a corrective to this American attitude. Ingenious because it sold itself neither as exotica (an array of dazzling freak shows) nor as medication (a bitter potion to choke down because it's good for you). In fact, it sold itself pretty much the same way its two predecessors did, as a celebration of world culture, without the slightest hint of apology for the omission of international superstars along the lines of Peter Brook, the Royal Shakespeare Company, Pina Bausch or Ariane Mnouchkine.
    One of the international superstars of the 1984 festival which Shewey doesn't list was the Royal Opera of Covent Garden which brought works by Mozart, Puccini and Britten to LA.  Placido Domingo sang the lead in Turandot.  Those performances inspired the elite of Los Angeles to form their own opera company.  Apparently they were embarrassed to admit to their equally over-rich friends from other cities that Los Angeles had no opera company to call its own.  Such, I suppose, are the tribulations of too much money.


    Placido Domingo was artistic advisor and board member for LA Opera from the very beginning.  Later he became General Director.  He has guided the company in one way or another for over 25 years.  And today, of course, Los Angeles does have an opera company that our elite can boast about to their friends.  It has proved its technical, musical and artistic prowess by producing a complete Ring cycle.

    But it is also now burdened by a huge deficit and a huge debt, the result of a perfect storm of over-reaching, bad management decisions and a collapsing economy.  It certainly failed to define anything about the cultural history of Los Angeles, except possibly that it's out of touch.  It even failed to satisfy traditional Wagner fans.  It made barely a dent on the consciousness of Angelenos via marketing and community outreach. 

    With the Ring in its rear view mirror Los Angeles Opera could decide to now set itself the goal of really creating a defining moment in Los Angeles culture.  The first thing it would need to do is thank Placido for his services and send him packing.  His contract has only one more year to run.  At least Placido has not left LA Opera in as bad a situation as his other opera company in Washington D.C.

    Any new leader must be intimately familiar both with the traditional European art form called opera and also with the incredibly multi-cultural place called Los Angeles.  Only half in jest, I'd like to suggest that Peter Sellars be considered for the post.  He's uniquely qualified, never dull, always thought provoking and lives right here already.  He even won something called the Erasmus Prize for contributions to European culture.

    Peter probably can't raise money the way Domingo's star power can nor is his track record as an administrator particularly stellar.  But others can count beans and stand as figureheads.  Sellars is an idea man.  I guarantee any ideas Sellars comes up with will be better for LA than trying to create Bayreuth on the PacificLA Opera needs a good idea or two to explain why the rest of the community should care about it. 

    The company needs to preserve those aspects of opera that keep the current fans buying tickets while convincing even a sliver of the rest of the population to give it a chance.  The good news is that opera shares many things with popular storytelling - movies, television, novels and opera are all filled with love, romance, intrigue and death.  People like that.  The bad news is explaining why opera seems so foreign, so formal, so habitual, so burdened by tradition, so old fashioned.   

    Opera is never going to shed its European heritage completely, nor should it.  But if it really wants to be some sort of defining force in Los Angeles, a metropolitan area of 15 million people from all over the world, the European model needs to change.  That a local organization like LA Opera can spend so much time, resources and energy recreating old world models is the real reason why all of us, not just the wealthy elite, should feel embarassed about opera in Los Angeles.  Recreating what goes on in Europe is what makes Los Angeles a profoundly provincial place.  Of course the opera's board of directors may be quite happy living in the provinces.

    Los Angeles is a big city and our own opera company is now officially world-class.  Now someone needs to ask "what is an opera company for?"  I think it's time to start imaging how to make better use of it.  You won't be too surprised to learn that I've got some other ideas about how to do that.  If I can get my energy and indignation levels back up, it's pretty certain that I'll share those ideas here.





    Los Angeles is an intensely multi-ethnic place.  Last January LA's mayor - speaking at the opening of LA Arts Month - said that 46% of Angelenos are foreign born and 67% are people of color.  He also said they speak 224 languages and represent 37 national groups which are the largest outside their home countries.
    We come from every part of the world.  And we come with our culture.  We come with our music.  We come with our traditions, our food, and we bring all of those here to this great city.  And I think that's where the spirit of LA arts scene lies.  It's where the soul of the city (is).  It's what makes us different - with all respect to the ex-New Yorkers here.
    You can watch him ramble here.



    Surprisingly, Los Angeles County already has an opera company with a much better idea of how to exist in modern California society than LA Opera.  It's in Long Beach.

    Here's a short history of LA Opera.

    Here's a fascinating article by Ivan Katz called How Do You Lose $5,960,000 on an Opera?  Here's a quote:
    $30,000,000 should buy you more than a Wagner comic book larger than life. Hell, $30,000,000 ought to buy you three first-class new Ring productions.




    Peter Sellars once said:

    There are a lot of parallels between Jimmy Swaggart and (Richard) Wagner -- both were cult figures who cloaked themselves in public religiosity and promoted themselves shamelessly.
    Of course he said that back when people would have understood what an incredible hypocrite Jimmy Swaggart actually was.  I suppose you can't be a hypocrite without lots of hype.



    Here's a 1990 article from a Seattle newspaper about the Olympic and Los Angeles festivals.


    Read about the current state of the freeway murals here.

    Peter Sellars' picture, taken in 1991, came from here. (Check out the pictures of composers.)
    Placido's picture came from here.

    Read the MM post Placido Domingo: High Culture Meets Pop Culture






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    Saturday, July 24, 2010

    The Master and Margarita

    Recently, Leslie's old copy of The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov surfaced from some boxes of books in the garage. I decided to re-read it. My first reading was decades ago but my memories of the book are decidedly positive. So far, this reading has not changed my opinion of it.  It's a great book.  Here's a picture of the author who died in 1940.


    One passage of The Master and Margarita struck me as a remarkably trenchant portrayal of the life of a struggling creative artist who wants nothing more than to communicate through his art. 

    This comes from Chapter 13: Enter the Hero.  The Hero, who is appearing in the book for the first time at this point, is the "The Master" of the book's title.  Here he is called "the visitor".  He is an inmate in a psychiatric ward where many of the Devil's victims are sent.  The visitor is secretly visiting the cell of another inmate, a poet, Ivan Nikolayich Poniryov, known as Bezdomny.
    After this reprimand the visitor inquired, "What's your job?"
    "I'm a poet," admitted Ivan with a slight unwillingness.
    This annoyed the man.
    "Just my bad luck!" he exclaimed, but immediately regretted it, apologized and asked, "What's your name?"
    "Bezdomny,"
    "Oh," said the man frowning.
    "What, don't you like my poetry?" asked Ivan with curiosity.
    "No, I don't"
    "Have you read any of it?"
    "I've never read any of your poetry!" said the visitor irritably.
    "Then how can you say that?"
    "Why shouldn't I?" retorted the visitor.  "I've read plenty of other poetry.  I don't suppose by some miracle that yours is any better, but I'm ready to take it on trust.  Is your poetry good?"
    "Stupendous!" said Ivan boldly.
    "Don't write any more!" said the visitor imploringly.
    "I promise not to!" said Ivan solemnly.

    Yes, there's a black cat who can shoot a gun.  The text of this translation of The Master and Margarita is available online here.





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    Sunday, July 18, 2010

    Hitlerdammerung

    Recently I wrote about Composers of the Nazi Era by Michael Kater the third book in a fascinating trilogy about Nazis and music.   I've also finished reading another third book in another fascinating trilogy.  This one, published last year, is called The Third Reich at War by Richard J. Evans.


    The first two books of Evans' trilogy are called The Coming of the Third Reich (ending with Hitler becoming chancellor) and The Third Reich in Power (ending just before the outbreak of war).  Evans deals with a comprehensive list of political, economic, cultural and social issues on both homefront and warfront.  Together the three books tell how and why the Nazis rose to power, how they prepared German society for war and then how they set out to conquer Europe or die trying.  The subject is vast and complex, but the writing is clear and well organized.

    I started this trilogy back in the days of George II, the U.S. President known for WMDs in Iraq, "faith based" intelligence, and Guantanamo Bay.  For his efforts Bush was regularly compared with Adolf Hitler.  "Could that be true?" I wondered.   

    The Coming of the Third Reich, which only dealt with Hitler's rise to power, made it clear how patently absurd a Bush/Hitler comparison was -- on any level.  Since then, the details I've learned about Nazi history, filled as it is with vicious, immoral, absurd and obscene behavior, have made me more proud to be an American citizen (and, coincidentally, less tolerant of Ring Festival L.A.)


    This is a picture of dead bodies collected after the firebombing of DresdenThe Third Reich at War is filled with death.  People die on nearly every page.  On many pages hundreds die, or thousands, or even tens of thousands.  Much of the slaughter was directly from combat or mass extermination.  Countless military prisoners on forced death marches and slave laborers in work camps died from starvation, disease and exposure.

    At certain points in the book Evans reveals the number of calories provided daily by German food rationing.  On page 43 he reports:
    The rations allotted to Poles in Warsaw were down to 669 calories a day by 1941, in comparison to 2,613 for the Germans (and a mere 184 for the Jews.)
    Just imagine doing backbreaking work on 184 calories per day.  No doubt Jews who complained were told that they were lucky to get that much.

    Beyond mere death, The Third Reich at War contains countless stories of brutal, vicious savagery.   In the preface Evans describes his subject matter as "shocking and depressing almost beyond belief."  While one might sympathize with an historian, it is impossible for us to comprehend how people actually endured such conditions - sometimes for years on end.

    Beyond the stories of politicians, generals and armies, Evans also draws on memoirs, diaries and letters of average people caught up in events.  These perspectives give the book some of its most vivid and personal moments.  In the following excerpt (page 217), he quotes a German Lieutenant-Colonel who investigates a cheering crowd of people in Lithuania where women are holding up their children to get a better view of what is going on.
    On the concrete forecourt of the petrol station a blond man of medium height, aged about twenty-five, stood leaning on a wooden club, resting.  The club was as thick as his arm and came up to his chest.  At his feet lay about fifteen to twenty dead and dying people.  Water flowed continuously from a hose washing blood away into the drainage gully.  Just a few steps behind this man some twenty men, guarded by armed civilians, stood waiting for their cruel execution in silent submission.  In response to a cursory wave the next man stepped forward silently and was then beaten to death with the wood club in the most bestial manner, each blow accompanied by enthusiastic shouts from the audience.


    The complete tale of the Nazis has an aura of inevitability about it.  Today, of course, we know how the war turned out.  But as early as 1941, even before Pearl Harbor, Nazi military planners realized that Russia and England (with U.S. help) could produce enough military equipment to win the war.  At some point even Adolf Hitler must have realized that Germany would inevitably lose.  What did he decide to do when faced with this situation?  Rather than concede defeat, he decided to take Germany down in flames.

    Since I was reading all this during Ring Festival L.A. I laughed with the realization that the story of Adolf Hitler's destruction might make a good opera.  But such an opera already exists.  It is Gotterdammerung, the conclusion of The Ring of the Nibelungs, by Richard Wagner, Hitler's musical muse.  Instead of "Twilight of the Gods" this real-life story becomes "Twilight of Hitler".

    Yes, Hitler actually got to perform his part from a Wagnerian plot and recreate a bit of German mythology at the same time, spilling real blood and burning real cities.  Hitler's military code name was "Wolf" - the Wagner family called him "Uncle Wolf".  The god Wotan uses the name Wolf in Die Walkure while slumming with mortals.  Wotan eventually goes down in flames as Valhalla falls in ruins.  Hitler's body is cremated outside his bunker in a bombed out Berlin.

    I wonder if the Ring has ever been produced that way - with swastika-wearing Valkyries riding motorcycles and Wotan with a little toothbrush mustache in a snappy military outfit.     Over the last year or so I've gathered that Wagner's fans don't much like being reminded of Hitler's fondness for Wagner - so I'm guessing such a production has yet to be mounted.


    "The Stab in the Back" is an interesting point of correlation between Nazi history, German mythology and Wagner's Ring.  Hitler and indeed any German who had endured the loss of World War I understood the phrase "the Stab in the Back" - blaming loss of the war not on military defeats but on internal sabotage, especially by Jews and socialists.   There was no truth to it but it served as a rationale for violent suppression of internal dissent and resistance.  Here is a 1919 political cartoon showing the Stab in the back.


    Evans writes how the Stab in the Back motivated Hitler near the end of the war (on page 687)
    [Field Marshall] Model's murderous actions paralleled those of Hitler himself and reflected a similar mentality.  The more desperate the military situation became, the more vital it seemed to such men to eliminate anyone who might threaten the regime from within.  Obsessed to the end with the imaginary precedent of 1918, Hitler did not want another 'stab in the back'.
    The Stab in the Back would have been a familiar concept to all Germans from centuries of folklore.  It can be found in the Niebelunglied, a 12th century epic, where the hero Siegfried, whose body is impervious except for one spot on his back, is killed by Hagen who has tricked Siegfried's wife Kriemhild into revealing the location of that spot.

    Wagner's Stab in the Back happens in Act 3 of Gotterdammerung when Siegfried is murdered by Hagen.   Siegfried, Brunhilde's lover, is given a magic potion to make him forget about her and then, disguised as Gunther, seduces her for him as a favor.  When Brunhilde discovers she's been duped she accuses him but he swears that it didn't happen.  Later, given the antidote to the potion, he admits to the seduction and is killed for lying about it.  Or something like that.  (I don't think this aspect of the plot is reflected in Third Reich history.  Maybe someone will suggest a connection.)

    This picture shows the moment of the Stab in the Back from the Metropolitan Opera production (watch this bit on YouTube).


    William L. Shirer, in his 1959 The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, writes specifically about how The Ring of the Nibelungs and especially Gotterdammerung is reflected in the course of Nazi history (page 102):
    It is the stupendous Nibelungen Ring, a series of four operas which was inspired by the great German epic myth, Nibelungenlied, and on which the composer worked for the better part of twenty-five years, that gave Germany and especially the Third Reich so much of its primitive mythos.  Often a people's myths are the highest and truest expression of its spirit and culture, and nowhere is this more true than in Germany.  ...  Siegfried and Kriemhild, Brunhild and Hagen -- these are the ancient heroes and heroines with whom so many modern Germans liked to identify themselves.  With them, and with the world of the barbaric, pagan Nibelungs -- an irrational, heroic, mystic world, beset by treachery, overwhelmed by violence, drowned in blood, and culminating in the Goetterdaemmerung, the twilight of the gods, as Valhalla, set on fire by Wotan after all his vicissitudes, goes up in flames in an orgy of self-willed annihilation which has always fascinated the German mind and answered some terrible longing in the German soul. ...  It is not at all surprising that Hitler tried to emulate Wotan when in 1945 he willed the destruction of Germany so that it might go down in flames with him


    I'm not sure how historian Richard Evans would react to journalist Shirer's notion of the mythic precedents for Nazi behavior.  In The Third Reich at War Evans does tell us about Hitler's relationship to Wagner during the war years.  After discussing Hitler's love of Anton Bruckner's music, he writes (page 579):
    Despite all this, there was ultimately, in Hitler's view, still no substitute for Wagner.  In 1940, on his way back from his brief visit to Paris, he called in at Bayreuth to attend a performance of Twilight of the Gods.  It was to be his last.  Immersed in the conduct of the war, and increasingly reluctant to appear in public, he went to no more live musical performances after this.  Yet he never lost his belief in the power of music.
    In 1943 Hitler must have decided that Gotterdammerung was too close to real life because he canceled performances at Bayreuth.  After the loss at Stalingrad, the bloody turning point of the war in which as many as two million people died, he stopped listening to Wagner entirely.

    In 1945, for the last concert by the Berlin Philharmonic before evacuating the city, they performed the final immolation scene - that's where Brunhilde, riding her horse, carries the ring onto the funeral pyre and perishes in the flames.  With the city soon to be overrun by Soviets, do you think anyone could miss the connection between opera and real life?

    In private, Hitler, under intense pressure from the war, started listening to more escapist fare.  His favorite operetta was The Merry Widow by Franz Lehar, a work filled with lovers who attend parties.   The sheer power of this light-hearted music apparently overcame Hitler's essential anti-Semitism since he must have known that the libretto was written by two Jews and that Lehar himself was married to one.  Recently the record collection from Hitler's Berlin bunker has surfaced.  Remarkably, it contains recordings of performances by Jewish musicians such as Artur Schnabel and Bronislaw Huberman. 

    It's amazing that the Fuhrer himself could not avoid personally enjoying certain Jewish music.    His rise to power had been based on the premise that anything Jewish was bad.  He had commanded all traces of Jewishness in Germany to be wiped away.  Anti-semitism was the one essential, non-negotiable Nazi dogma.  But if those Mozart librettos which were created by a Jew had to be rewritten, why not Lehar's?   One can only wonder how Hitler rationalized such contradictions to himself.

    Chances are that he tried not to think about any of this.  Guilt was not something anyone accuses Hitler of being riddled with.  We'll never know how well he succeeded in avoiding these subjects.  Probably quite well.  I suspect he could enjoy The Merry Widow without ever once being bothered by the fact that it was a partly Jewish creation.  Faced with loss of the war, a few Jews probably didn't seem relevant.  And he was The Fuhrer - no one would dare criticize him for his listening choices.  He never had to make the excuse "But I can separate the Jew from the music."

    Just as Hitler could ignore a Jewish librettist or pianist, today's Wagner fans can enjoy The Ring of the Nibelungs without ever once being bothered by an anti-Semitic composer.  The quality common to the most zealous, most impassioned fans of opera is an ability to be completely absorbed in the music.  Rochus Misch, a survivor of Hitler's bunker, described how Hitler listened to music during his last days:
    He just sat there, completely sunk in the music. The Fuhrer needed distraction.
    In this year of 2010, the year of the Los Angeles Ring cycle and County-sanctioned Ring Festival LA, our musical and political leaders have shown real talent for avoiding the subject of Hitler's connection to Wagner.  Faced with a smattering of dissent, they chose to argue that Wagner's personal anti-Semitism is no longer relevant.

    L.A. Opera offered the reward of an evening of musical escapism at the opera for those who wanted it, an evening of separating the anti-Semite from the music.  Decades earlier, at the opposite end of the spectrum, Hitler used music the same way when he needed to cope with bad news from the front, except that he spent his evenings separating the Semite from the music




    How about a cartoon where Bugs Bunny meets both Goring and Hitler.  The music, by Carl Stalling, has a few good Wagner references. It's called Herr Meets Hare - you can watch it here, but here are some stills.



    The painting of the horny, hairy Nazi arm holding a score marked Nibelungenring is by Arthur Szyk from United States Holocaust Memorial Museum website.   Thanks to my buddy Kubilay Uner for the George Grosz drawing called "Memory of Wagner".

    What would Hitler be listening to if he were still alive?

    Here's a Timewatch episode (in 5 parts) about Hitler's last days and what most likely happened to his body.



    This post is a loose sequel to Suppose Wagner Had Been a Nazi

    Other Mixed Meters posts which flog a dead composer or a dead dictator or a local opera company:




    Friday, July 09, 2010

    Suppose Wagner Had Been a Nazi

    (This is a sequel to my previous post Suppose Wagner Had Been a Jew)

    When Richard Wagner and his Ring of the Nibelungs is discussed these days (as it has been repeatedly in Los Angeles because of L.A. Opera's production and county-wide Ring Festival) there is an elephant in the room.   Wagner fans do not want to talk about that elephant.  The elephant is Adolf Hitler.


    Hitler, who was inspired to dictatorship by Wagner's opera Rienzi, who failed in his attempt to write a Wagnerian opera, who carried Wagner scores in his backpack during World War I, who began Nazi rallies with Wagner's music, who ordered his officers to attend Wagner operas, who sent wounded soldiers to the Bayreuth Festival for spiritual recovery, who was a groupie of Wagner's family and used that connection as a legitimization of his own right to power over Germany,  said:

    Whoever wants to understand National Socialist Germany must know Wagner.
    Conversely, whoever wants to understand Wagner must confront Hitler's negative influence over the composer's legacy.  This legacy takes two forms: musical and political.  Wagner wrote both operas and essays.

    Even today Hitler exerts real and pernicious influence over our views about Wagner.  At least it should.  Some people try to forget that these two guys are linked together in hell for all eternity.

    We must never forget that the destruction which Hitler brought to Europe, and to the Jews, stains Wagner's memory and artistic creations.  Hitler used Wagner in a way which no other composer has ever been used.  In this respect Wagner is unique.  When Wagner is performed or discussed, Hitler must be mentioned. 

    Here's a picture of Adolf dedicating a German national monument to Wagner on March 6, 1934 in Leipzig. The little kid in uniform is a nice touch.  Hermann Goebbels, on the right, looks bored.  Not all Nazis liked Wagner but all Nazis did what Hitler told them to do.  He told them to listen to Wagner.


    At the mention of Hitler, fans of Wagner's music bristle and quickly respond with stock, pre-scripted disclaimers intended to absolve Wagner.

    They say "Wagner died before Hitler was born."  True enough.  Today we need to remember not only the effect Wagner had on Hitler, but also how Hitler influenced the general perception of Wagner, as a person, as a writer, as a musician.  To make the point yet again: the important issue is remembering how Hitler used Wagner to further hatred and destruction.

    They say "Some of Wagner's best friends were Jewish." Equally accurate.  Of course Wagner tried to convert those Jewish friends to Christianity.  That was not friendly.  Later, Nazis used Wagner's vile essay about Jewishness In Music as a study text for school children.  Nothing that the Nazis did to the Jews was friendly.

    They say "There are no specific references to Jews or anti-Semitism in Wagner's operas."  I tend to agree.  Others have pointed out anti-Semitism in the operas.  In his writings -- the second pillar of Wagner's patrimony -- there is a great deal of anti-Semitism which should make us sensitive to even the most obscure anti-Semitic reference in the operas.  And with certain audiences, such as those during Wagner's or Hitler's lifetimes when anti-Semitism was rife, even an obscure reference would have been enough to make a strong anti-Semitic point.

    They say "Lots of other famous artists were anti-Semitic."  Again, this is correct.  Those other artists did not repeatedly author essays of political hatred to accompany their art and did not inspire insane military dictators.  Wagner is an exclusive case in that he was influential both as composer and as political commentator.  It is improper to excuse Wagner because of our feelings about other artists.

    They say "Wagner is not responsible for the Jewish Holocaust."   Of course Wagner was not directly responsible for the Holocaust.  Even Hitler never issued a written order to kill all the Jews.  However, Wagner was one of many foot soldiers in the long crusade of hostility which ended with an entire supposedly civilized European nation simply winking as their government murdered millions of innocent people.  All German anti-Semites who lived before 1945 bear some responsibility for the Holocaust, if only indirectly.  Wagner, through his written suggestions that the Jews should be gotten rid of, deserves a larger share than many others.

    They say "The Nazis chose only those ideas of Wagner with which they agreed and ignored the rest."  And I say "How is that different from what you do?"  We all interpret Wagner's writings and music so that they best support our personal opinions and aesthetics.  The Nazis did it and now both supporters and detractors of Wagner do it. 

    They say "We love Wagner's music so much that we don't care about all the bad stuff."  And I say "That could be a problem for you."  Ignoring the facts is not a good life strategy.

    They say "You can't tell me what not to listen to."  You're right, I can't.  And I won't because censorship is bad.  What I am telling you is that there are lots of required program notes to read before you decide to listen to Wagner.  One important topic in those notes is how and why the Nazis censored music.

    They say "We can separate the man from the music."  To which I respond "Living with your head in the sand is a bad way to listen to music."

    They say "Wagner's music is about universal themes of love and redemption."   If you say so.  I doubt it matters.  In any case Wagner does not hold a monopoly over that subject.  You might try searching out some other artworks on the same theme.  Maybe attend a movie.   Movies love love and redemption.

    Here's a picture of Hitler kissing Winifred Wagner's hand at Bayreuth.  Were they lovers or redeemers?


    They say "Wagner would have not supported National Socialism."

    Over 35 years passed between Wagner's death and the creation of the Nazi party so of course there's no way Wagner could have formally supported it. But I suspect Wagner would have joined the party if it had been around early enough.   Wagner liked attention.  The Nazis, especially the most important Nazi, Hitler, paid lots of attention to Wagner.

    Some in Wagner's family actively supported Hitler.  This is most especially true of his daughter-in-law Winifred, who might have slept with Hitler, and his son-in-law Houston Stewart Chamberlain, who joined the party and wrote extensively in support of it.  Hitler visited Chamberlain on his deathbed. Maybe he attended Chamberlain's funeral - I've read both.   Wagner's grandson Wolfgang, who went on to run Bayreuth, was a Nazi officer.

    To be fair, Wagner's granddaughter Friedelind (in the hat) supported the Allies during World War II by helping create a psychological profile of Hitler.  And Wagner's great-grandson Gottfried has been excommunicated from the family for suggesting that they come clean about their connections to Hitler.  I suspect lots of juicy details are still secret.


    Let's do an easy thought experiment about the importance of Richard Wagner's failure to support National Socialism.  Ask yourself: how would history have changed if Wagner had in fact joined the Nazi party?

    This thought experiment involves the use of alternative history, similar to what I did in my last post Suppose Wagner Had Been a Jew.  Alternative History means positing a slight revamping of actual events and then asking how history would have been changed because of it. 

    The alterations I'm suggesting are small.   We must only move the founding of the Nazi party several decades earlier so Richard Wagner can formally join during his last years.   The party would likely remain a fringe crackpot group until after World War I when the loss of the war, political strife and economic disaster allowed them to seize control of Germany.  As a Nazi member Wagner, both famous and controversial, would have given the party much higher standing.

    Meanwhile, the philosophical bases of Nazism were already in place during Wagner's life and some were well known to him.  For example, Arthur de Gobineau wrote about racial theory and strongly influenced the Nazis.   Gobineau met with Wagner.  As the Rush Limbaugh of his time Wagner wrote a positive essay about Gobineau.  Wagner's future son-in-law, Houston Stewart Chamberlain, whose writings would also strongly affect Nazi attitudes, attended Bayreuth the year before Wagner died.  It is not unreasonable to assume that he met Wagner and that they talked politics.

    But who would have been a plausible founder of the Nazi party?   Many people around Wagner could have done the job.  Even his wife Cosima.  She was quite the anti-Semite.  There were many German politicians who we could pick. 

    I have a different suggestion based less rigidly on history.  My candidate is more volkish than any politician.  I think that the original founder of the National Socialist party in the early 1880s should have been Hitler's father Alois.  He wasn't really a politician but, judging by his picture, he certainly looks like a demagogue.  So much so that Adolf Hitler might have gotten his oratorical style via heredity.   Once Alois passes on, Adolf would rise to become "leader" in place of his father - like another Kim Jong-Il.

     (Here's a picture of Alois Hitler, fun guy.)


    Once Adolf Hitler himself assumes leadership of the Nazis it doesn't matter much whether the party has already existed forty years or one year.   Either way Hitler would still claim that the best way to understand his politics is to understand Wagner.  His statement was true then and it's true today.

    So save yourself the trouble of denying that Richard Wagner would have supported National Socialism.  It's a moot question.  It doesn't matter whether Wagner would have joined the Nazis and worn a red swastika on his arm.  Things would turn out very badly either way.

    Today in 2010 Los Angeles, now that cheering for the Ring has stopped and Placido Domingo has flown to his next gig, and even in the future after the Opera's deficit is paid off, the responsibility to remember the victims of Wagner's greatest fan will remain.  It is too soon to forget so great an evil.  Remembering Nazi history should remain an essential duty for anyone who chooses to listen to Wagner.

    Adoring Wagner does not allow you to ignore Hitler. 



    Here's an interesting essay about Wagner's role in late 19th-century German anti-semitism.

    The pictures of the Wagner monument dedication and of Wini with Wolf came from YadVashem.org photo archive

    Wagner with an Asterisk: a Mixed Meters post suggesting a simple method Los Angeles Opera could have used to make the Wagner-Hitler connection obvious to everyone.

    Hitler was mostly called just "Der Führer", the leader.  Here's a list of Kim Jong-il's titles.  Very amusing.

    The picture of the elephant wearing a swastika comes from here. It may not be a Nazi elephant, only an Aryan one.

    Before the LA Opera Ring performances, Rabbi Harold Shulweis wrote this article suggesting that Wagner's music be heard and Wagner's writings be read

    Here's a fun comment by Elise, a fan of Wagner.


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