I will refer all like-minded people to Andrew Porter, the music critic for New Yorker magazine in the 1980s, who was usually seen at a new music concert near the back of the hall, head buried in the score with small penlight for illumination. A SCORE!!! He actually could read music -- Carter, Babbit, Boulez -- no problem. He was also a librettist and since leaving is hopefully doing an opera. The current critic, Paul Griffiths, is a seminal figure in 20th century music "explanation," having written 2 very valuable books on 20th century composers. Now this Cadence-reading irate dude was very upset that I did not know who Howard Mandel was/is/will be. Johhny Mandel, of course. Hy Mandel, a baritone player and contractor years ago in NYC, but Howard? How would I know? The fact that there is no common trade paper that is worth reading might have something to do with it, but I suggest that the level of communication between "them and us" has fallen to dangerously low levels -- nonexistent is more like it.
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