Father had a kind of natural interest in sounds of every kind, everywhere, known or unknown, measured "as such" or not, and this led him into positions or situations…that made some of the townspeople call him a crank whenever he appeared in public with some of his contraptions.
The aesthetic program of this work is that of the searching questions of "What?" and "Why?" which the spirit of man asks of life. This is particularly the sense of the Prelude. The three succeeding movements are the diverse answers in which existence replies.
Watchman, tell us of the night, What the signs of promise are; Traveler, o'er yon mountain's height, See that Glory-beaming star! Watchman, aught of joy or hope? Traveler, yes; it brings the day, Promised day of Israel. Dost thou see its beauteous ray?
a comedy in which an exciting, easy and worldly progress through life is contrasted with the trials of the Pilgrims in their journey through swamps and rough country. The occasional slow episodes Pilgrim's hymns are constantly crowded out and overwhelmed by the former. The dream, or fantasy, ends with an interruption of reality the Fourth of July in Concord brass bands, drum corps, etc.
This symphony...consists of four movements a prelude, a majestic fugue, a third movement in comedy vein, and a finale of transcendental spiritual content. (Ives later inverted the order of the second and third movements, placing the fugue after the comedy.) The aesthetic program of the work is...the searching questions of What? And Why? which the spirit of man asks of life. This is particularly the sense of the Prelude. The three succeeding movements are the diverse answers in which existence replies...The fugue…is an expression of the reaction of life into formalism and ritualism. The succeeding movement...is not a scherzo...It is a comedy in the sense that Hawthorne's Celestial Railroad is comedy...
The last movement (which seems to me the best, compared with the other movements, or for that matter with any other thing I've done)...covers a good many years...In a way (it) is an apotheosis of the preceding content, in terms that have something to do with the reality of existence and its religious experience.
Watchman, tell us of the night, What the signs of promise are: Traveler, o'er yon mountain's height, See that Glory-beaming star! Watchman, aught of joy or hope? Traveler, yes, it brings the day, Promised day of Israel. Do'st thou see its beauteous ray? Oh see!
Indeed this work of Hawthorne's may be considered as a sort of incidental program in which an exciting, easy, and worldly progress through life is contrasted with the trials of the Pilgrims in their journey through the swamp. The occasional slow episodes (of the symphony movement)—Pilgrim's hymns—are constantly crowded out and overwhelmed by the former. The dream, or fantasy, ends with an interruption of reality the Fourth of July in Concord brass bands, drum corps, etc...
In closing...it may be suggested that in any music based to some extend on more than one or two rhythmic, melodic, harmonic schemes, the hearer has a rather active part to play. Conductors, players, and composers, as a rule, do the best they can and for that reason get more out of music and, incidentally, more out of life though, perhaps, not more in their pockets. Many hearers do the same, but there is a type of auditor who will not meet the performers halfway by projecting himself, as it were, into the premises as best he can and who will furnish nothing more than a ticket and a receptive inertia which may be induced by the predilections or static ear habits...Some hearers of the latter type seem to require...something...which may be called a kind of ear-easing and under a limited prescription; if they get it, they put the music down as beautiful; if they don't get it, they put it down and out to them it is bad, ugly or "awful from beginning to end." It may or may not be all of this, but whatever it is will not be for all the reason given by the man who doesn't listen to what he hears...What music is and is to be may lie somewhere in the belief of an unknown philosopher of a half century ago, who said:How can there be bad music? All music is from heaven. If there is anything bad in it, I put it there by my implications and limitations. Nature builds the mountains and meadows and man puts in the fences and labels.He may have been nearer right than we think.
How can there be bad music? All music is from heaven. If there is anything bad in it, I put it there by my implications and limitations. Nature builds the mountains and meadows and man puts in the fences and labels.