“You have never done anything in your life but listen to this music as
if that is all there is or ever will be.”
I distrust hippies. Not as much as punks used to – I distrust them even
more, and most of their music is a degenerate two chord thrash that pretends to
a brute intelligence while betraying lack of imagination. But hippies are only
ever two puffs of a joint away from revealing some seriously chauvinistic
attitudes, and they all went on to cut their hair and get jobs in silicon
valley. Cheers.
Hang on, this was meant to be an article about In C by Terry Riley.Where was I?
Yes, so, before there was Pink Floyd or The Doors, there was Terry
Riley. The quotation at the top of the page was from The San Francisco
Chronicle. And while it might sound like a typical acid head explaining why The
Beatles’ White Album is so cool, it was written about In C, in 1964. Riley was
just early enough to avoid getting sucked into the whole mess of hippy culture,
but late enough to be part of the scene that was inspired by world music and
repetition.
In C was released in 1968, and was the first work that really made
minimalism a popular genre. Since Riley would later get more and more into
Indian music, it chimed with the general vibe of the time: since the score is
made up of a series of musical phrases, and performers are invited to play ‘em
how they feel ‘em, it can take on all sorts of different styles. The version I
played on the radio show is African in tone: this Sunday’s version is rumoured
to be more eastern.
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