There is a huge difference in the artistic product between what
comes easily and what takes the action of work. We can see that in the history
of our civilizations on this planet. Those civilizations where life was easy
simply didn’t evolve; why should they, when the most demanding thing in life is
reaching up to pick a banana? Where as those civilizations that depended on
intelligence and cunning to hunt, build a fire, make tools and clothing simply
to stay alive, and to form architecture, cities, art and music, developed and
flourished. Yet we can’t forget those civilizations that simply faded away
because the harsh conditions, weather, nutrition needs, and other hostile
environments, were just too overwhelming for survival.
This certainly can’t mean that what comes easily in the creative
process is less good than that which requires intense labor; certainly the
music of Mozart came easily to him with no negative affect on greatness, but
one has to wonder at the profound difference in Mozart’s Requiem, written from
his death bed, compared to most of his other works.
Today the question has to be asked if the integrity of the
creative force is diminished in greatness since much of our creativity is
inspired by its potential of economic reward, i.e. will this project bring
income --- will it make money? Is the film soundtrack music of John Williams
any less good than if he had written it simply because of a powerful visceral
need to compose? Does music created specifically for maximum sales have soul?
More poignantly to the personal perspective of an instrumental
musician, is artistic integrity compromised by many symphony orchestras
calculating programs for an entire season by ticket sales? Is it possible
economic necessity is compromising that artistic integrity?
Now comes the really difficult question: Are we
instrumental musicians really creative artists? Painful to contemplate! Is the
music we play in our various gigs true art, are we instrumentalists worthy to
compare ourselves in any way with the likes of Shakespeare, Mahler, Hemingway,
Mozart or even John Williams? Is playing a single line instrument in a symphony
orchestra, a single sonic fiber, perhaps of great beauty, but only one colorful
thread in a rich tapestry of sound, where real individualism and creativity is
frequently discouraged, an art form? Or are we really just a kind of sonic
soldier repeating our sonic tasks. And again I find myself forming
uncomfortable questions that I avoid or am unable to answer.
I remember occasionally hearing great moments of magic from
certain symphony musicians but it seems to me that today, that little bit of
individualism, where we occasionally get to shine, has become a non personal non
spontaneous approach to music making, i.e. the Sonic Soldier Syndrome.
If so, I personally will fight my hardest to not to fall in
that category and hopefully the fight itself might enhance my creative forces
beyond that of the rank and file. Musicians need a soul.
Kyoto, Japan, April 2005
Revised June 19, 2012, Tokyo