Fate Knocking at the Gates

In 1802, with his hearing worsening to the point of deafness, Ludwig Van Beethoven was at a cross roads. The decision could have quite possibly cost Beethoven his life: go deaf and lose the gift of music or go on and beat against the tides of  imminent silence. Going deaf must have been like losing his oars in the sea of Beethoven's genius.  In 1802 he wrote a famous letter to his brothers announcing his plans to commit suicide - fate was certainly knocking at his gates - as the famous intro to his fifth symphony connotes, but as hard on his luck as he was,he decided to forgo his plans of suicide, and went on to live out some of his most productive years - his middle years - when most of Beethoven's most famous pieces were written.  No one ever read that fateful letter until after his death close to 30 years later; and between 1802 and 1815, sans oars, Beethoven's genius was at it's apex.  Last night I had the magical experience of witnessing the Polish conductor Marek Janowski conduct Beethoven's largely underrated Symphony No. 4, Piano Concerto No. 3 with the virtuosic Juho Phjohen at the piano, and finally the Leonore Oveture No. 3.  All pieces were performed stunningly by the San Francisco Symphony with a vibrant, emotive exuberance rare in most orchestras.  Hearing the San Francisco Symphony perform Beethoven's Leonore Overture No. 3  - which was intended as an opera set in a dungeon of all places - was truly soul awakening. This performance runs for two more nights, tonight Jan. 22 and Sunday Jan. 23 - find tickets here.

The Great Search for Lady Day

With the all out indifference of New York City suffocating, I found myself barricaded  inside, listening to Billie Holiday's rendition of the jazz standard 'Solitude' over and over again. "In my solitude.....you haunt me." Her voice in the song sounds as if she's grasping at a wall, pleading. Who was haunting Billie Holiday?  The specter on the other side of the wall?   When I was a kid my mother gave me a Billie Holiday record as a gift. When I heard Billie's voice  for the first time, it was one of those mystical moments where I felt alive in a beautiful universe of nothingness and just as long as this woman was singing, oblivion was mine for the taking. I entered parallel dimensions.  Billie Holiday was haunting me - certainly.  Just a few days ago, after a long nocturnal blizzard blanketed much of New England, I decided to search for Billie Holiday. On a hot summer day in 1959 Billie was laid to rest in Saint Raymond's Cemetery in the Bronx. She was 44.  I took a train uptown.  I spent close to two hours in a frozen, snowed over cemetery looking for her grave stone.  I was waist deep in snow, trudging about, losing my breath, and at the moment I decide to take a break to rethink my strategy I find her final resting place.  Billie Holiday was buried next to her mother, which I found fascinating and touching.   Earlier that day I had bought Billie a little seahorse and left it for her as a gift  (sailors used give each other seahorses for good luck before embarking on long odysseys).  So there I was - I had found Billie Holiday.

Text and photograph by Oliver Maxwell Kupper

Night Two: Rock n’ Roll Circus at Lincoln Center

Currently in New York for the Rock n' Roll Circus at Lincoln Center.  Monday was the first night of this spectacular two day event that includes music, food, ponies and tattoos.  It is quite a circus.  Tonight, the weirdness ensues, with these Pas Un Autre highlights to look forward to:   lo-fi wunderkind Ariel Pink headlines and the amazing Minka Sicklinger is tattooing a specific set of uniquely designed flash for $30.  Just like the good old days. www.rocknrollcircusparty.com

Coney Island in Blue

Adarsha Benjamin 'Electric Tickle Machine in Cony Island' © 2010

Today is the first day of the Rock n' Roll Circus at Lincoln Center. Exhibiting in the VIP lounge are new polaroid photographs by Adarsha Benjamin, who is also organizing the event which includes two full days of music.  See previous post for more info.