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Untitled by Mark Rothko. 1948

 

Philip Ball’s recent arti­cle, Who’s afraid of the avant-​​garde, pro­voked much thought. Why do we seem to “get” mod­ern art, but not mod­ern, exper­i­men­tal music? I think the author nears the core of the issue here:

There are cer­tainly par­al­lels in the way we make sense of acoustic and visual infor­ma­tion. Chief among these rules are the “Gestalt prin­ci­ples” iden­ti­fied by a group of German-​​based psy­chol­o­gists in the early 20th cen­tury. These are a series of implicit men­tal rules that help peo­ple to make good guesses at how to inter­pret com­plex sen­sory stim­uli by group­ing them together. We make assump­tions about con­ti­nu­ity, for exam­ple: the aero­plane that flies into a cloud is the same one that flies out the other side. We group objects that look sim­i­lar, or that are close together. Although the Gestalt prin­ci­ples are not fool­proof, they make the world more com­pre­hen­si­ble. Both in sound and in vision, the abil­ity to inter­pret sen­sory data this way must have had evo­lu­tion­ary benefits.

Our brain nat­u­rally orga­nizes often dis­parate things, but can do so much more eas­ily if there are vis­i­ble and aural like­nesses to work with, par­al­lels, con­nec­tions, log­i­cal continuations …

One dif­fer­ence between the avant-​​garde in clas­si­cal music and in visual art, how­ever, is that late 20th-​​century music was apt to defy these organ­is­ing prin­ci­ples, while visual art did not. Although some view­ers may fret that they can­not under­stand what is in front of them, it takes no more cog­ni­tive effort to “see” a paint­ing by Mark Rothko than it does to look at wall­pa­per. The fact we can see the paint­ing at all as a coher­ent object gives our inter­pre­tive mind some­thing to work on, even if we come up with noth­ing more than a vague sense of beauty, seren­ity or absur­dity. Music can defy even this basic sort of cog­ni­tive pars­ing: it can refute our efforts to find coher­ence, rather as if a video artist were to present us with unstruc­tured sta­tic. Even Jackson Pollock’s chaos is con­tained — but sound is at once every­where and con­stantly shifting.

When we lis­ten to music, we assume what comes next and link to it, run with it in our minds. The great­est clas­si­cal music has an order, a logic, a math­e­mat­i­cal logic, in fact, of notes har­mo­niz­ing with each other, tak­ing us deeper into the abstract realms of our brain. Not into chaos. Not into dead ends or blind alleys. Nor do we feel lost and alone, unable to fol­low or lead. Even though the best clas­si­cal music can often sur­prise us, that sur­prise is not the kind that seems divorced from any know­able map. It’s a sur­prise pri­mar­ily of re-​​cognition, of renewal and a return to some­thing we may have for­got­ten about.

With a paint­ing, or a sculp­ture, or a build­ing, the work itself is already orga­nized to some degree. It has a begin­ning and an end. We can see that. Boundaries are vis­i­ble. Even obvi­ous. Though the best visual art breaks beyond its bor­ders, and forces us to pur­sue what is left unsaid, we do not typ­i­cally feel a sense of blind­ness, of chaotic dis­ori­en­ta­tion. Experimental music, on the other hand, can leave us in just such a quandary.

Here’s an inter­est­ing col­lage of recent exper­i­men­tal works in audi­tory sen­sa­tions. Moving beyond the sub­ject of the arti­cle above, it pro­vides a pal­pa­ble stream of dis­ori­en­tat­ing sound, and makes me want to pur­sue some of the works mentioned:

From Ubuweb’s Avant-​​garde, All the Time