MUSIC AS AN EVENT

In the last, tortured century, music and art dared as they never had before, exaggerating in ingenious or proud attempts, with scarce results in terms of communication, rarely being moved or ironic. In the midst of all this haven’t we perhaps lost along the way the necessity that music is something that the whole person can meet? Something that can be met, at least to some extent, by all people, not just by that fake type of public made up of experts in the field?
Men and women in the West have been torn apart over the last ten decades by a serious fracture, the one made explicit by the contradiction which Schönberg pointed out between beauty and truth, particularly in certain steps along his creative path.
Schönberg could find no possible coincidence between those two words, but many other great composers have not just desired the coincidence between beauty and truth but have also experienced and expressed it.
Like for all important matters, in this case too I think that the serious, authentic facing of the question (rather than the answer, necessarily) can only come from a real personal experience.
I am ever more convinced that contributing something interesting in musical art, like in everything, doesn’t come from intentions, proposals, but from the experience of falling in love, of fascination with what reality is able to offer me, and at the same time from the involving experience (for me, and I hope, for those who listen) that the various aspects of reality, like text and music, are able to make happen. That’s it: music as an event, something that happens.