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Mark-Anthony Turnage’s Blood on the Floor at the Festival of Contemporary Music at Tanglewood

Mark-Anthony Turnage. Photo Philip Gatward.
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Mark-Anthony Turnage. Photo Philip Gatward.
Mark-Anthony Turnage. Photo Philip Gatward.

Tanglewood Music Center Chamber Orchestra
July 31, 2006
8:30 PM, Seiji Ozawa Hall

Mark-Anthony Turnage – Blood on the Floor

Stefan Asbury, conductor, Peter Erskine, percussion, Martin Robertson, saxophone, John Parricelli, guitar

The Festival of Contemporary Music at Tanglewood closed on Monday, July 31 with Mark-Anthony Turnage’s Blood on the Floor, a long, ambitious piece for chamber orchestra with expanded winds and percussion, and a jazz quartet consisting of soprano saxophone, solo electric guitar and bass, and percussion. Now a mature ten years old, the suite has enjoyed fairly frequent performances in Britain and the U. S. over the years, not only because of the composer’s reputation, but clearly also because of its accessibility and quality. Both a recording and a DVD are easily available. Yes, Blood on the Floor is an essay in fusion, but in it Mr. Turnage avoids any trace of the clichés which often afflict such music and make it such an exercise in self-consciousness. He spares us any importunity to admire his cool. The piece as a whole is carried by the composer’s gift for elegiac melody, the sincerity of the emotions expressed through them, and the imaginative sonorities which pervade the orchestration. All these values came across brilliantly under Stefan Asbury’s direction, and, as always, the young players of the TMC Orchestra amazed the audience with their musicianship.

Already in the first bars Turnage establishes us in a world filled with sounds unlike anything one has heard in classical music, although they are founded on classical orchestration practices, constantly fascinating and pleasurable. When he moves in a more lyrical direction often the electronic guitar or soprano saxophone take the lead, as in the fourth movement, “Junior Addict,” “Sweet and Decay,” or the sixth, “Elegy for Andy,” a touching lament for his brother, who died of a drug overdose, but, soon enough, the listener forgets to take stock of what musical territory he happens to be in and becomes immersed in Turnage’s eloquent music—a summa of the musical culture of the late twentieth century, when drugs and music cohabited in a characteristic relationship—somehow manifesting itself like a memory when approached through this piece, however much both music and drugs may still  be with us today. Nonetheless the loose suite structure of the nine movements is most identifiably classical, however ambiguous individual passages may strike the listener.

It is this experience of a time when different musical cultures met in a social milieu pervaded by drugs, their excitement and their degradation, and the despair that rose from it, that holds the nine movements together at a profound level rather than the expectations conditioned by Baroque orchestral suites. It is also, for Mr. Turnage at any rate, an artistically conscious world, evident in the cultivation and polish of his music, and in his openness to the other arts. Two movements are inspired by paintings: the first (written originally as an independent piece in 1993) was developed from Francis Bacon’s late (1986) painting Blood on the Floor, and the last, “Dispelling the Fears,” was inspired by a work of his friend, the Australian painter Heather Betts. Readers of Langston Hughes will recognize his poem in the title and mood of the second movement, “Junior Addict,” which so movingly expresses the misery of a boy oppressed by social inequality and heroin:

Quick, sunrise, come-
Before the mushroom bomb
Pollutes his stinking air
With better death
Than is his living here,
With viler drugs
Than bring today’s release
In poison from the fallout
Of our peace.

This brings our journey into the underworld back to the 1960’s. Still the most telling association of Turnage’s work comes from within the world of music, his fascination with Miles Davis, which not only appears in his score, but in the unwritten riffs intended for his lead guitarist, who in the original performance was Davis’ own John Scofield.

The audience received Blood on the Floor with ovations. As Turnage, who was present to receive them, mellows with the years, this surging confluence of anger, urban angst, and elegy continues to hold us.

See now our review of Turnage’s opera Anna Nicole, performed by the New York City Opera at BAM, September 24, 2013.

 

About Michael Miller

Michael Miller, Editor and Publisher of New York Arts and The Berkshire Review, an International Journal for the Arts, was trained as a classicist and art historian at Harvard and Oxford, worked in the art world for many years as a curator and dealer, and contributed reviews and articles to Bostonia, Master Drawings, Drawing, Threshold, and North American Opera Journal, as well as numerous articles for scholarly and popular periodicals. He has taught courses in classics, the English language, and art history at Oberlin, Rutgers, New York University, the New School, and Williams. Currently, when he is not at work on The Berkshire Review and New York Arts, he writes fiction, pursues photography, and publishes scholarly work. In 2011 he contributed an introductory essay to Leonard Freed: The Italians / exh. cat. Io Amo L’Italia, exhibition at Le Stelline, Milan, and wrote the revised the section on American opera houses in The Grove Dictionary of American Music. He is currently at work on a libretto for a new opera by Lewis Spratlan, Midi, an adaptation of Euripides’ Medea set in the French West Indies, ca. 1930.

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