The Maestro
Translated from the Spanish by Kimberly Borchard
Edward Said was many things for many people, but
in reality, his was a musician's soul, in the deepest sense of the
word.
He wrote about important universal issues such as exile, politics,
integration. However, the most surprising thing for me, as his friend
and great admirer, was the realization that, on many occasions,
he actually formulated ideas and reached conclusions through music;
and, along the same lines, he saw music as a reflection of the ideas
that he had regarding other issues.
This is one of the main reasons why I believe that Said was an
extremely important figure. His journey through this world took
place precisely at a time when the humanity of music, its human
value as well as the value of thought, the transcendence of the
idea written in sounds, were, and regrettably continue to be, concepts
in decline.
His fierce anti-specialization lead him to criticize very strongly,
and in my opinion very fairly, the fact that musical education was
becoming increasingly poor, not only in the United States - which,
after all, had imported the music of the Old Europe - but also in
the very countries which had produced music's greatest figures:
for example, in Germany, which had produced Beethoven, Brahms, Wagner,
Schumann, and many others, or in France, which had produced Debussy
and Ravel. In all these countries, which had been the cradle of
musical creation, musical education was in rapid decline. Furthermore,
he perceived a sign that bothered him exceedingly, a perception
that was to unite us very quickly: even when there was musical education,
it was carried out in a very specialized way. In the best of cases,
young people were offered the opportunity to practice an instrument,
to acquire inevitably necessary knowledge of theory, of musicology,
and of everything that a musician needs professionally. But, at
the same time, there existed a widespread and growing incomprehension
of a simultaneously simple and complex problem: that is, the impossibility
of articulating with words the content of a musical work. After
all, if it were possible to express in words the content of one
of Beethoven's symphonies, we would no longer have a need for that
symphony. But the fact that it is impossible to express in words
the music's content does not mean that there is no content. That
is why I assert that the question is simultaneously simple and complex.
This is a tendency that leads to an impoverished and narrow specialization.
In the case of outstanding talents, this results in mechanization
of the instrument, and in the case of creation, it leads composers
to an incapacity to express that very richness that the human being
discovered the potential to express through sound.
The paradox consists in the fact that music is only sound, but
sound, in itself, is not music. There lies Said's main idea as a
musician who - on a biographical note - was also an excellent pianist.
In recent years, due to his terrible illness, he was unable to maintain
the level of physical energy necessary to play the piano. I remember
many unforgettable times that we spent playing Schubert pieces for
four hands. Two or three years ago, I had a concert at Carnegie
Hall in New York and he was going through a very difficult period
of his illness. The concert was on a Sunday afternoon. Although
he knew that I had arrived that very morning from Chicago, he showed
up very early at rehearsal with a volume of Schubert's pieces for
four hands. He told me: "Today I want us to play at least eight
bars, not for the pleasure of playing, but because I need it to
survive." As it is easy to imagine, at that moment, just in
from the airport and with one hour of rehearsal before the afternoon's
concert, what he was proposing to me was the last thing that could
have interested me. But, as is always the case in life, when you
teach, you learn, and when you give, you receive. And you learn
when you teach because the student asks questions which you no longer
even ask yourself, because they are part of the almost automatic
thought which each one of us develops. And suddenly, the question
addresses something that forces us to rethink it from its origin,
from its very essence. That is why, in the same way, when you give
you receive, because it is when you least expect it. To receive
something, when one expects to receive it, is much less interesting.
Why do I say this? Because I was there, and really, the last thing
I wanted to do was to play Schubert for four hands. Naturally, I
did it, with the greatest pleasure, because my dear friend, whom
I so admired and loved, asked me to do so. But when we played, with
him, those few minutes of a Schubert rondo - an extremely beautiful
piece, which was not, however, the deepest or most transcendent
- I felt musically enriched in a completely unexpected way. That
was Edward Said.
Said was interested in detail. Indeed, he understood perfectly
that musical genius or musical talent requires tremendous attention
to detail. The genius attends to detail as though it were the most
important thing. An in doing so, he does not lose sight of the big
picture; rather, he manages to trace out that big picture. Because
the big picture, in music as in thought, must be the result of the
coordination of small details. For that reason, when he listened
to or spoke of music, he focused his attention on the small details
that many professionals have not even discovered.
He had a refined knowledge of the art of composition and orchestration.
He knew that in the second act of Tristan and Isolde, at a certain
moment the horns withdraw behind the stage and, a couple bars later,
the same musical note re-emerges in the pit orchestra's clarinets.
What a number of singers I have had the honor and pleasure of collaborating
with on that piece, who are unaware of that detail and look behind
them to see where the sound is coming from! They don't know that
the note is no longer coming from behind the stage, but rather from
the pit. He took interest in these things and was concerned with
the detail itself, the value of the whole notwithstanding, because
he understood that this meticulous interest in detail conferred
upon the whole a grandeur that it cannot acquire without this profound
concern for detail.
He also knew how to distinguish clearly between power and force,
which constituted one of the main ideas of his struggle. He knew
quite well that, in music, force is not power, something which many
of the world's political leaders do not perceive. The difference
between power and force is equivalent to the difference between
volume and intensity in music. When one speaks with a musician and
says to him, "You are not playing intensely enough," his
first reaction is to play louder. And it is exactly the opposite:
the lower the volume, the greater the need for intensity, and the
greater the volume, the greater the need for a calm force in the
sound.
These are some examples that illustrate my conviction that his
concept of life and of the world originated and lay in music. Another
example is to be found in his idea of interconnection. In music,
there are no independent elements. How often we think, on a personal,
social, or political level, that there are certain independent things,
and that, upon doing them, they will not influence others or that
this interconnection will remain hidden! This does not occur in
music, because in music everything is interconnected. The character
and intention of the simplest melody change drastically with a complex
harmony. That is learned through music, not through political life.
Thus emerges the impossibility of separating elements, the perception
that everything is connected, the need to always unite logical thought
and intuitive emotion. How often all of us think that we should
consider something objectively! We know all too well, but we forget,
that emotion will not allow us to do so. How often do we succumb
to the temptation of abandoning all logic for the sake of an emotional
need, an emotional whim, for the seduction of emotion? In music,
this is impossible, since music cannot be made exclusively with
reason or with emotion. What is more: if those elements may be separated,
they are no longer music, but a collection of sounds. If the listener,
upon hearing something, can affirm that "it has an impressive
logic, but emotionally it wasn't convincing"; or, in contrast,
"How appealing I found it, what an exciting emotive force it
has, though it wasn't very logical"; for me, this is no longer
music. It wasn't for Said, either.
His concept of inclusion as opposed to exclusion also derived from
music, as well as the integration principle, applicable to all sorts
of problems. The same could be applied to the discussion of his
book Orientalism. It speaks of the idea of Oriental seduction versus
Western production. In music, there is no production without seduction.
There is seduction without production, but not production without
seduction. Productive as a musical idea may be, if it is lacking
the seduction of the necessary sound, it is insufficient. This is
why I say that Edward Said was, for many, a great thinker, a fighter
for the rights of his people, and an incomparable intellectual.
But for me, he was always, really, a musician, in the deepest sense
of the term.
For me, personally, the loss of Edward Said has been a terrible
blow, because it affects me in so many different areas. His friendship
represented an intellectual stimulation such as I have never had
and which I will surely never have again, a deep friendship such
as I have only rarely experienced, the possibility to share so many
serious and banal pleasures and, not so much as gastronomy, smoking
cigars. In so many different ways, since the loss of Said, I feel
much poorer than I would like to feel and imagine.
The Palestinian people lost, with his death, one of their most
lucid advocates, although he was and is very criticized in his own
country. For Israel he was a formidable adversary, although he called
for mutual recognition and acceptance of the other's suffering.
Yet how many Israeli leaders would have wanted to forget the existence
of Edward Said!
Daniel Barenboim
September 2004
This article will appear in the upcoming issue of Critical
Inquiry.
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