Border News 中朝边防

North Koreans in border regions are doing more military drills than usual (click here for Chinese version), but so too are their counterparts on the Chinese side of the border.  In Hunchun, peasant militias are getting into gear:

via Huanqiu

In Dandong, everyone is making money and trying to get the North Koreans involved.

East Side of Dandong, moving the suburbs progressively along the Yalu -- via Dandong News Web

National news publications, not just the Embassy in Pyongyang, are reporting on the meetings between North Korean officials and Dandong city leaders, facilitated by outgoing Chinese ambassador Liu Xiaoming.  A number of long-studied infrastructure projects in Dandong seem poised for take off.  Dandong citizens review their recent tourist explorations of North Korea here

Even before Americans started walking across the Tumen on January 25 to join the KPA, China was reporting with photos on South Korean efforts to pressure North Korea on the human rights issue by dropping leaflets via balloons over the DMZ. 

Chinese netizens are reading the Chinese version of the DailyNK, and leaving some tough comments on the stories, especially this one that deals with Tim Peters’ recent dramatic demonstrations depicting KPA-PLA joint repression of refugees at the border. 

"朝鲜军人用脚去踹挣扎着的女人。表演." Note that the Chinese caption doesn't indicate PLA, but the netizens caught it anyway. via Daily NK

And, although it’s a bit embarassing for Kim Jong Il, Huanqiu headlines a gallery of a dozen “great secret tunnels of the world” with the North Korean tunnel under the DMZ, an ominous thing to be sure:

via Huanqiu Shibao

The Chinese Century Means Xinhua Critiques of Indian Reservations in USA / 美国也有少数民族矛盾

It’s about time Xinhua sent some reporters to Indian reservations in New Mexico:

Xinhua on assignment "uncovers the life of Indians in the USA" in New Mexico

Since the phrase “interference in our internal affairs” isn’t quite a specific part of the American vocabulary, perhaps we in North America could benefit from greater attention among Chinese to societal “contradictions” in the United States.  From a diplomatic standpoint, welcoming, regularizing, and calling attention to such attention could give us more of that scarce credibility when it came time to criticize China on the Tibet issue.  You might argue this is just part of the “Obama principle,” admitting some (domestic) shortcomings in order to get more of what you want (abroad).

In a recent conversation with Avery Booker at Jing Daily, I speculated that this might be a hidden “emerging trend” in US-China relations: the reciprocation from the East of the missionary impulse, the desire among young Chinese elites to see poverty, political inequality, and urban decay in the United States.  It does make me wonder if any American administration could read up on their Sun Tzu and surprise China by making visas suddenly incredibly easy to get, and give Chinese students some big scholarships if only those students would commit to a year, or two or three, engaged in service projects in blighted places like Over-the-Rhine in Cincinnati, or East Cleveland, or Detroit, or Indian reservations in southwest South Dakota.  Put a Confucius Institute in every ghetto; send master’s students from 民族大学 to the res!

Hey Chinese coming to Vancouver for the Olympics!  Let’s meet up and do some conspiring.

Performance Notes

This has to be done while things are still clarion.  Visuals etched on the cerveau, still.  Light, shadows, whisperings of fabric: breaths combine into the performance.

The purpose of what follows is to capture an auto-critique, to sculpt out something verbal and didactic which lends a shoulder to future performance endeavors.  So if you have the stomach to clench up and feel a kind of resistance to pulse, go ahead and read on, but at the end of the day, as Ice-T once said, “this one’s for me.”

Good programming, like good visual art, is work for the audience.

Programming a recital –deciding on the pieces and their sequence — is the first artistic act.  In the assemblage, the collage, some kind of messages are newly encoded which extend beyond each discrete score.  In other words, it is in the relation of one work to the next that connexion is formed, sparks scattered on the ground, conflict and structure sown.  My pianist, Robert Jorgensen, is a kind of musical savant; I had no idea why I had agreed to his program order, but now having performed it thrice, I became a convert.   I began to consider the benefits of an unconventional program order of apparently conventional elements.  To explain: Standard practice would have suggested that we open our program with Beethoven, move on to Faure, interlude with Nadia Boulanger, and then end with the monumental Brahms Cello Sonata No. 1.    But Robert argued that we start with the French modernism and end with the Beethoven.  Starting a program with French modernism is murder hard, but it immediately confronts the audience with a challenge: you are here to think!  Furchten sie denn!  And having emerged through our thickets of primitivism and chain-mail Brahmsian counterpoint and cross-rhythms, we, an hour later, endow you with Beethoven, with a kind of diatonic paradise.  The world well known to Goethe opens up at the peak of a reverse ascent through centuries.

Turn pages for your pianist.

He plays a solo interlude in the middle of the concert.  Turn his pages; you bond this way.  When the sixteenth notes quit trembling, you look at the back of his hands.  You understand the way he moves.  You listen to him breathe; begin to intuit his gestalt, the musical instinct.  Sit back in the chair.  Don’t just look casual, be casual, like an Austrialian with full square kilometers of time.  Be on the stage, be of the stage, but sense your heart rate at rest.  A kind of home is to be found under the traveler’s firmly immobilized treads.  Finally, you are the only invisible observer, guiltless and at rest.

Everyone wants to be the cellist.

Remember what that cellist told you from New York?  When you played the C major suite in the secular temple in the Western Reserve?  She told you to relish your open C string, to linger there in the depths like a giant carp that has found his way to the bottom of an ocean or a broad stream.  And then she said, “It’s hardly self-indulgent to do so.  You need to remember that everyone out there, in the audience, wishes they could be up here, on stage, making these lovely sounds.  It is thus your responsibility to incarnate the cellist.  Everyone wants to be the cellist.  Or the carp.  So enjoy your low C.”

You are either king of the world or a cornered victim.

Particularly at the outset of a solo concert, this dichotomy is stark.  Joy and self-love has to conquer, or your performance will degenerate into a sea of exponential errors and bad faces.  The cellist Peter Howard described to me his lessons with Casals by way of saying that you have to be absolutely in love with the sounds that are coming out of your instrument.  “You should love your playing so much that the hair stands up on the back of your neck, you know?,”  he said to me one day in St. Paul.  “If you don’t, how do you expect anyone else to love it?”  It takes practice to feel regal, but your music was written for emperors, and for once, no one is looking at their phone while you play.  You must have been bequeathed some right, some dispensation to experience joy, to believe that out of your f-holes is pouring some kind of liquid gold that is entwined with some rare DNA.

A jumpy Arminian violinist, Vartan Manoogian, once advised me that “everything is preparation.”  Sure, but once the preparation is done, then what?  Performance requires the construction of a mentality, sovereignty of one’s mental world.  It requires that the performer espouse an emotional attitude toward himself.  The skills so necessary for effective practice — autocritique, the piercing ear, the anger at one’s self, the ability to stop and go back, stop and go back — can be completely destructive in a performance situation.  Fear is not an option, and going back is impossible.  Capturing lost notes in a performance by going back and starting over would be like trying to capture a lost love affair — which is to say  impossible and potentially embarrassing.

So the solution is to love how you sound, to wrap everyone in it, to somehow relish and delight in the beauty of the music you are creating or embodying.  Aggressive self-love is the only antidote to the contagion of loathsome critique.  Listen to Maxim Shostakovich and his dad: at the very least, have the pride of a soldier.  Never victimize yourself or admit you hated the sound that just came out of your axe.

Manage your inner dialogue.

If you are worth anything as a teacher of cello, as a pedagogue of how to spend one’s time well behind the axe, you talk to yourself.  You critique yourself, you curse.  And in the practice room, if you are unable to attack your own physical set-up verbally, to take apart why a given passage isn’t working, to beat your head against a mirror or a white concrete wall to demand more, you can hardly expect success.   But during a performance, never project external critiques upon yourself.  There is nothing more damaging than a constant stream of mental imaginings of what the audience must be thinking, as if your performance were prompting a kind of virtual — and negative — Twitter feed.  “Oh, that was out of tune,” you imagine them saying.  “God, he really butchered that shift, didn’t he,” they might say just two bars later.  “Isn’t the sound he’s making thin and pushed?,” the Greek chorus of string critics in your head might wish to say.   Which is why you need to find other things to do with your mind during the performance.

Sometimes you are alone, playing purely for yourself.

In performance of music, the artist must be able to burrow down with rapidity into an inner world where the emotional voices don’t leap up for rapid display.  There are things which only you know, fragments of language only you understand.  

[To be continued...]

Adam Cathcart in Lagerquist Concert Hall, Pacific Lutheran University, January 2010