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Peter are you in the studio? What are you doing Peter? Well, actually | |
Okay, here's the theme | |
[No speech for 13s.] | |
Hello there, dr. Cronkite. Oh | |
I was calling for dr. Cronkite No, no. No, I'm a regular patient of his but | |
Listen, I have to get off the phone cuz I'm doing a radio program right now. I didn't realize it would take so long get through | |
Okay, the name's Peter Schickele, oh | |
Well, it's Schickele Mix and it's a program dedicated to the proposition that all musics are created equal | |
Or as Duke Ellington put it if it sounds good. It is good. Well, it's on right now Yeah, okay. Look, I hope you enjoy it. But would you please have dr. Cronkite call me as soon as possible? | |
It's a rather serious medical matter. He has the number. Yeah. Okay. Thanks | |
Sorry about that folks | |
Well, there's good news and bad news The good news is that our bills are paid by the Corporation for public broadcasting and by this hail-and-hardey radio station | |
From which what I bring forth here wends its way to the rest of the world. Thanks to PRI | |
Public Radio International and the bad news is that I'm suffering from a rather severe medical problem | |
I won't bore you with the details, but but my doctor may be calling back before the hours out In fact, I hope he does and so I'll just apologize now in advance in case he happens to call while the microphone's on | |
As a rule, I don't like to mix my private life with the radio program Or as my friend the geologist David Love would put it I don't like to have my private life and the radio program become intertwingled But in this case, I really need to talk to my doctor as soon as possible. So and and Hey, you know what's ironic about this is that today's show is called under the weather | |
We're going to be talking about illness the whole time | |
So it's gonna be hard for me to keep my mind off. Well, anyway There's nothing more boring than someone who keeps talking about his health problems, is there? | |
although | |
Actually when you're in pain, it's hard to concentrate on anything else you know and and after you get past the age of 60 health problems become a bigger and bigger part of your life and | |
Excuse me. Hello. Dr. Cronkite. Oh, hello, sir. Okay health. No. No, you're right. You're right. It is boring | |
I'll get on to the music. All right. Thank you, sir | |
Well, the station manager seems to think that I've already gotten a little tedious on the subject of my own health and it's true I I know a guy who every time you see him and say how are you? You know, he starts telling you about his latest health problems. It is pretty tiresome | |
But the thing is, you know, he's in his what mid-30s. We're clearly talking about a Hypochondriac here or at least a guy who doesn't have anything else in his life to talk about When you get to be older than 60, which I am health problems are very real | |
They affect all the most basic pleasures eating sleeping | |
making | |
Hello | |
Hello. Yes, sir. I will. Well, no, I wouldn't worry about that. The whole show is about sickness | |
But some of it is quite light-hearted and and I don't think the ratings will take the nosedive they did during the death show No, no, and you were right about that, sir | |
I have completely discarded the idea of doing a program about music associated with medical insurance | |
Okay, I will | |
Well, that may be the first time the phone and the irrelevancy alarm have ever sounded at the same time I guess I get the message | |
Of course sickness can range from the very organic to the highly metaphoric When a lover says here | |
Let me find the CD booklet here when a lover says if the pain that precedes death is equal to mine Every mortal would regret having been born and suffer, but I do not believe that death when it strikes and cuts Through life's thread causes pain that equals that in my breast | |
Now his agony may be very real but going to the doctor won't help Especially back then when this was written, which was long before Prozac | |
Now that happens to be the text of the piece you were about to hear | |
Our first suite has three numbers and lasts about eight minutes | |
I call this the lovesick homesick seasick song cycle | |
[No speech for 146s.] | |
Oh Kentucky | |
You are the dearest land outside of heaven to me | |
I miss you | |
Redwood trees | |
When I die | |
I want to rest upon | |
A graceful mountain so high | |
For that is | |
Where God will look for me | |
Kentucky | |
I miss the old folks singing | |
In the silvery moonlight | |
Kentucky | |
I miss the hound dogs chasing cows | |
I know that | |
My mother, dad and sweetheart | |
Are waiting for me | |
Kentucky | |
I will be coming soon | |
Kentucky | |
I gather you, good morning Sir, good morning | |
I hope you're all quite well | |
Quite well, and you sir? I am in reasonable health | |
And happy to meet you all once more | |
You do us proud, sir | |
[No speech for 12s.] | |
I am the captain of the men of war | |
And a rightful captain too | |
You're very, very good | |
And be it understood | |
I command a rightful crew | |
You're very, very good | |
And be it understood | |
We command a rightful crew | |
Though related to our pier I can hand, beat and steer | |
Our ship, her sail, the hergy | |
I have never known to quail | |
In the fury of a gale | |
And I never, never sink at sea What, never? No, never | |
What, never? | |
Well, hardly ever | |
Is hardly ever sink at sea | |
We give three cheers and one cheer more | |
For the hardy captain of the men of war We give three cheers and one cheer more | |
For the captains of the men of war | |
I do my best to satisfy you all | |
With human rights content | |
You're exceedingly polite | |
And I think you do need right | |
To return the compliment | |
You're exceedingly polite | |
And it is your right | |
To return the compliment | |
I never, never use | |
Whatever the emergency Of which I may occasionally say | |
I never use a big, big D What, never? No, never | |
What, never? | |
Well, hardly ever | |
Is hardly ever such a big, big D We give three cheers and one cheer more | |
For the hardy captain of the men of war We give three cheers and one cheer more | |
For the captains of the men of war | |
The lovesick, homesick, seasick song cycle. | |
We began with the first half of Sequel Dolore | |
by Morenzio. | |
The Ensemble Clément-Jeannequin sang that almost sinfully sensuous late 16th century piece in which the composer expresses the lover's agony through the use of unsettlingly chromatic harmony. | |
Chromatic means, well, the more technical term would be creepy-crawly harmony. Then the Everly Brothers sang Kentucky with an air of quiet melancholy. | |
It couldn't be more different from the Morenzio. | |
Simple melody, plain harmonies, but it's just as appropriate to the sentiment of the words as the earlier music is. | |
The feeling of sitting alone after supper wishing you were back where you came from, | |
that sort of bittersweet half-trance, is captured just as precisely as is the tortured lovesickness of Morenzio's protagonist. | |
It's interesting that both songs allude to death. The third number was from Gilbert & Sullivan's HMS Pinafore, | |
Jeffrey Skitch as Captain Corcoran with the Doily Cart Opera Company Chorus and the New Symphony Orchestra of London under Isidore Godfrey OBE. | |
The OBE means that he's also a member of the Oxford Baton Ensemble, | |
the world's only all-conductor orchestra, and it's certainly the quietest orchestra in the world. | |
If you don't sit in one of the first few rows at their concerts, you can't even hear the swishing-through-the-air sound, you know. Anyway, that's a sprightly little number. Of course, it's not about seasickness. | |
It just mentions seasickness. | |
Although, you know, it might have sounded just as cheery even if it were about seasickness, | |
because of another affliction, that peculiarly British facial dysfunction known in medical circles as the stiff upper lip. | |
And you know, in the long run, the stiff upper lip may be more debilitating than the stiff lower back. I must say, I've been pretty lucky with my back. | |
My problems are more with my insides and my extremities. | |
I've started to have some arthritis... | |
No, no, no, no, I am not going to do this. | |
Go ahead, beat me, flog me, nod your head sympathetically. | |
You won't get anything out of me but my name, which is Peter Schickele, and that of the program, which is Schickele Mix | |
from PRI, Public Radio International. | |
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You're listening to Schickele Mix on 93.9 WNYC. Today's show is called Under the Weather, and as a matter of fact, I'm waiting for my doctor to call, but I'm not going to talk about my problems. I know how boring that is. I'll just sit here and suffer in silence. | |
Or at least sit here and suffer. Now, before we visit the terminal illness ward, I'd like to explore sickness as a metaphor a little further. | |
There's often a sexual connotation to metaphorical sickness, as illustrated by the first and last numbers of this next suite. The first piece is called The Sick Moon. | |
You nocturnally mortally ill moon, There upon the sky's black couch, Your look so feverishly distended, Spell binds me like a strange melody. Of unquenchable love sickness you are dying, Of yearning deeply smothered, You nocturnal mortally ill moon, There upon the sky's black couch. | |
The lover who in sensual rapture heedlessly steals to his beloved Is made merry by the play of your beams, Your pale blood born in agony, | |
You nocturnal mortally ill moon. | |
Strong stuff. | |
The second song is from a culture in which singing is as natural as breathing. The commentator in the liner notes on this one says, This song shows you how we sing in our religion, in our way of life. Whatever you are doing, going to the market, making food, washing clothes, or shelling peas, you sing. It's not like singing is only for the times you do a big ceremony and the other days you're off. | |
It's every day, every moment. The text of the song is, St. James' horse is tied to the post. I'm not asking for anybody to set him loose for me. He may have worms, you might see he has sores on his back. | |
St. James, oh, set him loose for me. Now back to the commentator. This song speaks in metaphors. | |
It's saying that St. James' horse, the person who is a spirit medium for St. James, has a problem. The image of being tied to a post represents the problem. St. James is saying, I'm not asking anybody to help my medium. | |
Even if you see her in a terrible state, I'm not asking anybody to help because I will help her. The third and last song in the suite is in English, and we're going to hear three very different musical approaches in the three numbers in this suite. | |
The music of the first is feverish, almost drunken, reflecting the hyper-intense imagery of the poem. The second is straightforward and matter-of-fact, perhaps reflecting the everyday belief in healing magic of its singer. | |
And the third is almost jaunty, yet removed. | |
What is the attitude of the singer towards the man to whom she's singing? | |
She's so cool it's hard to tell. | |
In any case, the moon, the horse, and the candle. | |
Song cycle lasts about seven minutes. I'll see you then. | |
I'll see you then, sick moon, Dein Blick so fehlend übergroß, | |
Warnt mich wie fliehende Melodie. | |
An unstillbarem Liebesleid stirbst, Du, mein Sehnsucht, tiefer sticht, Du, mächtig Todeskranker Mond, Tod auf des himmelschwarzen Fluss. | |
Den Liebsten, der im Sinnenrausch | |
Gedankenlos zum Liebsten geht, Verlustig deinem Strahlenspiel, Dein bleiches, qualgeborenes Blut, | |
Du, mächtig Todeskranker Mond. | |
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99.9 Fahrenheit degrees, Stable now with rising possibilities, | |
It could be normal, but it isn't quite, Could make you want to stay awake at night, You seem to me like a man | |
On the verge of burning, | |
99.9 Fahrenheit degrees, | |
Pale as a candle and your face is hot, And if I touch you I might get what you've got, You seem to me like a man On the verge of burning, | |
99.9 Fahrenheit degrees, | |
Something cold against the skin is what you could be, | |
99.9 Fahrenheit degrees, | |
You seem to me like a man | |
On the verge of burning, | |
99.9 Fahrenheit degrees, | |
Something cold against the skin is what you could be, | |
99.9 Fahrenheit degrees, | |
[No speech for 23s.] | |
The Moon, the Horse, and the Candle | |
The Sick Moon, from Arnold Schoenberg's Piero Lunare, was performed by Janda Gaitani and the Contemporary Chamber Ensemble under Arthur Weisberg. | |
Next came a Haitian song called Song for St. James, sung by Michelin Forestal. | |
That's off a Smithsonian Folkways album called Rhythms of Rapture, Sacred Musics of Haitian Voodoo. | |
And then finally, and I do mean finally, as in a very fine song, 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees by Suzanne Vega. Man, I wish my doctor would call. But he hasn't, so let's move on. | |
Okay, now we get down to the nitty-gritty. | |
Our next suite deals with actual mortal illness. | |
No metaphors, no beating about the bush, little hope of recovery. Once again, three very different musical approaches. | |
The first piece is an excerpt from an opera. We're in the sumptuous home of a courtesan. She's been conversing with various guests at her party, and we will join them at the moment an orchestra starts playing in the adjoining ballroom. | |
The courtesan says, Would you like to dance now? | |
Everybody, oh, what a pleasant thought. We all accept. | |
She says, Let's go then. | |
The guests move towards the center door, but she turns suddenly pale. Oh, everybody says, What's the matter? | |
She says, Nothing, nothing. | |
She takes a few steps. | |
Why do you linger? She says, Let's go. But then she's obliged to sit down. | |
Oh, heavens. And everybody says, Again. | |
And the man says, Are you ill? Everybody says, Heavens, what's the matter? | |
She says, I'm trembling. | |
She says, You go along. | |
I'll join you in a moment, if you say so. They all go into the other room except the man. | |
And she looks in the mirror and she says, How pale I am. | |
You here? | |
He says, Do you still feel upset? I'm better now. He says, The way you're going on, you'll kill yourself. | |
You should take more care of your health. | |
She says, How can I? | |
He says, Oh, if only I had the right. | |
I'd be the most watchful guardian of your dear life. | |
She says, What a thing to say. | |
Who cares what happens to me? He says, For no one in the world loves you. | |
No one? | |
Except for me. | |
She laughs. That's true. That's a grand passion. | |
He says, You laugh, but all the same, you have a heart. | |
A heart? Yes, perhaps. | |
Why do you ask? | |
He says, Yet if you had, you wouldn't make fun of me. She says, Are you really serious? He says, I wouldn't deceive you. | |
Then how long have you loved me? | |
He says, For more than a year. | |
They do get together, of course, at least for a while. But by the end of the opera, she has died at the age of 23 of tuberculosis. | |
This excerpt, far from endeavoring to express the heroine's sickness, the dance music coming from the other room, serves as an ironic and wholly inappropriate backdrop for her distress. Well, not wholly inappropriate. | |
It corresponds to her desire to continue her glittering lifestyle no matter what. But certainly the gaiety of the music is intended to highlight, by contrast, the frailty of her health and also the tragedy of her impending demise. | |
The second piece in this suite is a suicide note, and the music is as forlorn as are the words. | |
In the third and last number, the music is repetitive, almost trance-like, creating a background that is, it seems to me, sad yet somewhat reassuring, that is, reassuring without being falsely optimistic. The critical condition suite is about 11 minutes long. | |
[No speech for 26s.] | |
O friti! O gete questo! | |
Un trembito che trovo! | |
Ora, là, passate! Trovo quanch'io sarò! | |
Ma verrà bene! | |
Oh, qual pallor! Voi qui? | |
Cessa te l'ansia che vi turmo! | |
Sto meglio! | |
Anco talquisa, ucciderete! | |
Averve dopo, cura dell'esser vostro! E la potrei? | |
Se mia foste, custode venirei per i vostri suabiti! Che dite? | |
Ha forse alcuno cura di me? | |
Perché nessuno al mondo ama! | |
Nessuno? | |
Tranne soli io! E' vero, si, grande amor dimenticato via! Cridete? E in voi va ancora? | |
Sì, forse, e a chi lo richiedete? | |
Ah, se ciò fosse, non potreste allora cioliar! | |
Dite davvero? | |
Io non m'inganno! | |
Da molto viste mia foste? | |
Ah, sì, da un anno! | |
Mio caro Filthy, mia moglie, tutti quell'uomo che ho raggiunto questo | |
Penso che ho vissuto troppo a lungo | |
Con tutta la mia promessa incompleta | |
Ma c'è un vento su tutto questo | |
I know you'll probably say | |
Spoilers, the melodrama | |
I don't know how he chose | |
The pills or the stupid revolver | |
I'm out of luck I'm not that strong My hands, your neck | |
I might have wrong | |
Don't try to find me | |
I'm not worth anything anymore | |
I am not leaving you | |
With all of your problems The biggest one is me | |
Life is dark and cold as the sea | |
Embrace me in my anguish Put seaweed in my hair | |
And vow that you won't cry Because I've gone | |
I can't go on | |
I must close now | |
[No speech for 107s.] | |
At Hanukkah, the following winter, as blood counts dwindled and surgery loomed closer, I invited a family of six at the last minute for potato latkes. | |
Relishing the anxiety of not being able to grate enough potatoes in time, | |
I magically produced the golden latkes. | |
A good stand-in for the blood platelets I was unable to maintain. | |
This week, when a friend was sick and dying, and my own fear filled me with helplessness, at seven in the morning I prepared a pot of chicken soup to deliver, believing that it contained | |
the healing rituals passed on by my mother and grandmother, the joy of feeding so genetically a part of me, | |
more potent than any stress management activity. | |
[No speech for 20s.] | |
I have an ongoing fantasy that someday the New England Journal of Medicine will publish an article about phase three testing, showing promising results, both antiviral and immune-boosting, from warm chocolate chip cookies, fresh out of the oven, chocolate melting on the tongue like holy wafers, outperforming AZT and pantamidine, | |
brimming with non-toxicity and sweetness and joy, | |
and irrefutable clinical evidence that these cookies can immobilize the virus | |
and restore the T-cell counts to normal levels. | |
The Critical Conditions Suite | |
We began with part of the first scene of Verdi's La Traviata. | |
Eliana Kotrebas was Violetta and Placido Domingo was Alfredo. Carlos Kleiber conducted the Bavarian State Orchestra and Opera Choir. We continued with Dear Sweet Filthy World from Elvis Costello's album The Juliet Letters. | |
He was accompanied by the Brodsky Quartet. And we ended with Positive Women, Susan, from a CD called Heartbeats, New Songs from Minnesota for the AIDS Quilt Songbook. | |
The text was by Susan Gladstone and the music by Janneke van der Velde. | |
Carolyn Geltzer narrated and Janice Hunton conducted violinist Georgia Flizanes and the Minnesota Center for Arts Education Women's Choir. My name is Peter Schickele and the program is Schickele Mix from PRI, Public Radio International. You're listening to Schickele Mix on WNYC. | |
We're talking about music associated with sickness, and I'm glad to report that we will now leave the bleakness of that last suite, no matter how touching and how true to life it might have been, and turn to a pair of medical stories with happy endings. | |
We're going to hear two pieces about surgical operations. That's right. You heard me. Surgical operations. Hey, there is almost nothing that is beyond the scope of Schickele Mix. | |
And I'm certainly not going to let the fact that I don't have a degree in medicine or the fact that my own doctor won't even return my calls prevent me from setting myself up as an expert on the music of surgery. | |
The next suite has two pieces, and you wouldn't know that the first had anything to do with an operation from the music alone, but I'm including it because I thought you might be interested in the story behind it. | |
People who know I've written film scores sometimes ask me how it gets decided which scenes will have music and how much discussion there is about the nature of the music, since music is so hard to describe. | |
Naturally, the director and the composer talk about which scenes should have music, but they don't always agree. | |
In 1971, I wrote the music for Silent Running. | |
No, it's not a submarine movie. That's Run Silent Run Deep. | |
This is a rather unusual conservationist sci-fi film with Bruce Dern and three very charming little robots named Huey, Dewey, and Louie. | |
There's a quite touching scene in which Bruce Dern, the only remaining astronaut on the ship, has to operate on Huey, and I thought it should have music, and the director, Douglas Trumbull, didn't. By the way, I should say right here that I am not a composer who thinks that there should always be more music. | |
In fact, I think most American movies have too much music. | |
But I did think that the operation scene was ripe for scoring. | |
Very subdued, not dramatic. | |
And Trumbull said, OK, I still don't think the scene needs music, but go ahead and write it and we'll see. | |
After we recorded it and saw it with a picture, he liked how it worked and kept it. I don't mean to be bragging here. I wrote other things that didn't work and were thrown out. | |
But the point is, with movie music, the only thing that matters is how it works with the movie. It can be the greatest piece of music since Beethoven's Ninth Symphony or the Pachelbel Canon, but if it doesn't feel right with the picture, out it goes. | |
Conversely, some thin, sparse thing that would bore you out of your mind in the concert hall might make a scene in a film have just the right temperature. | |
So anyway, that's the first piece in the suitelet. | |
The second piece is self-explanatory. | |
In fact, it's one of the most self-explanatory pieces of adult program music that I've ever heard. It might be worth mentioning, however, that the work was written in the first half of the 18th century, long before the development of anesthesia. We'll switch to a military mode for this title and call the suitelet Operation, Operation. | |
The second one's in quotation marks, right? | |
I'll see you in eight and a half minutes. | |
[No speech for 163s.] | |
Apparatus | |
[No speech for 21s.] | |
Apparatus descends | |
with reflections of a serious nature, tying down the arms and legs. | |
The incision is made. | |
The forceps are inserted. | |
The stone is removed. | |
Even his voice falters. | |
The blood flows out. | |
The binding cords are loosened. | |
The patient is put to bed. | |
Convalescence | |
[No speech for 141s.] | |
Not often we have an all-LP suite these days. Operation Operation began with Tending to Huey from the movie Silent Running. | |
Made by yet another serious composer who sold his soul for a fist full of dollars to the | |
Hollywood moguls, Peter Schickele, who was also conducting the studio orchestra that included, as a matter of fact, Leonard Slatkin's mother on cello. It's interesting looking at these credits. | |
Steve Boczko was one of the writers on that flick, and a young Ron Rifkin was one of the | |
other astronauts. | |
Okay, and then we heard one of the most unusual pieces I know, Le Tableau de l'Operation de la Taille by Marin Marais, the French viol player and composer of the late 17th and early | |
18th centuries. | |
This is a piece about a gallbladder operation, which presumably the composer went through. | |
And as I mentioned before, he had to be tied down, partly because there was no anesthesia | |
in those days. | |
And those phrases read by the narrator are in the score. The narrator, by the way, was Russell Borud, and we heard Nancy Froseth on viola da gamba, and it's a little confusing, but I guess on harpsichord was BWM Ben. | |
That's on a sound environment LP. | |
By the way, when I was talking about Steve Boczko and Ron Rifkin, I didn't meet them. | |
The composer is often the last person to be brought in on a film, and the... Okay, excuse | |
me. Hello? | |
Dr. Cronkite, I'm glad you finally called. | |
Well, I've got a very serious condition here, and I'd like to know if it's possible to operate on my lower lip without it's affecting my speech or singing, because that's how I make much of my living. | |
Well, it's a canker sore, actually. Yeah, but Dr. Cronkite, I've had this thing for days. | |
I'm not sure how much longer I can bear up. Well, not all the time, but it hurts a lot when I eat candy bars, especially if they have a lot of nuts, you know, like a payday or a goo-goo cluster. | |
Okay. I'll be there tomorrow. | |
First thing. | |
In the meantime, is there any, like, anesthetic? | |
Yeah. Okay. | |
Wait a minute. Take one every 15 minutes, right? | |
Very dry. | |
Gin or vodka. | |
Doesn't matter. | |
Okay. | |
Thanks, Dr. Cronkite. | |
Sorry, folks, but I don't want to let it get to the point where I have to give up the entrees | |
I love ordering, you know, baklava and cotton candy and meringue glacé, and, well, it is time to go. We'll go out with Richard Strauss. This is members of the Orpheus Chamber Orchestra playing the first movement of the composer's | |
Sonatine No. 1 for 16 wind instruments, subtitled, From an Invalid's Workshop. | |
[No speech for 23s.] | |
And that's Schickele Mix for this week. | |
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Hey, I'm feeling better already. | |
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program with album numbers and everything. | |
Just refer to the program number. | |
This is program number 155. | |
And this is Peter Schickele saying goodbye and reminding you that it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that certain je ne sais quoi. | |
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