diogenesagogo wrote:
the drive for any artist stems from internal motives & no amount of wishing to produce it intellectually will work.
The way you put it is interesting and, as I say, I see where you’re coming from. You remind me of something Diamanda Galás once said in one of her lucid moments about the difference between
needing to speak and
wanting to speak. But it was a distinction which I gave up on, partly because Galás herself has become such a poor example of it, stifling her texts in vocal and musical pyrotechnics until they don’t communicate anything much at all, at least to me. I contrast PJ with her, and with another artist I love, Kate Bush, in whose work, however Gothic it may have got at times, never betrayed any sense of discontent with the world. With Polly you certainly got that discontent, that disturbance, wherever it may have come from, and I’m impressed by the fact that she’s never given that up. Of course it no longer comes from inside her: she’s a mature, solvent, healthy individual, with a personal life under control (whatever it actually is), and surrounded by love and public adulation. To try to wring some discontent out of
that would, as you say, just produce parody, and I think there were indeed a couple of songs from the
Uh Huh Her era which edged in the self-pastiche direction. Instead that endless urge towards discontent, towards the troubled and jagged edges of human experience, leads her elsewhere. And – as you also say – this is only one phase. She could quite easily only be half-way through a fifty-year career. She talked back in 2007 about ‘being on a lifelong journey to explore what it means to be human through music’. All we can be confident of is, I suspect, that she’ll do something we don’t expect.
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... Reeling ... classical influences
Scandalously I’ve never actually seen Reeling! PJ did name-check Arvo Part at one stage, didn’t she? I wonder whether it isn’t easier to maintain at least the impression of being in touch with something dark and deep inside you within the classical idiom: you have a bigger and more flexible musical palette to work with, and can do things like score operas with outlandish and hysterical plots which positively compel you in the direction of extremity, without anyone batting an eyelid.
And Arvo Part raises a lot of interesting and contradictory questions. He fled twelve-tone composing because he felt it was cold, intellectual and out of touch with the human roots of music; but he eventually fled towards Eastern and Western chant, which is the most unemotional form of music you can imagine. So – if I was being mischievous – I’d say that that lovely, serene piece you linked to is the absolute polar opposite of the restless discontent of early Polly.
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a thoughtful appreciation
And for yours. I almost certainly do too
much thinking about this, actually, but it's agreeable to have some distraction from the world at the moment!