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Music I Like – Epically Atmospheric

Some people listen to music for the beats, others for the melody. Some people like to sing along. Apparently, I go for atmosphere. Here are some bands I really like – mostly metal – that take atmosphere to epic levels.

Ultar

Usually I listen to a track by the band while I type up their blurb. But every time put on Ultar, I forget to stop listening and move on to the next band. And every time I do, my husband walks by my office and says, “Ooh, who’s this?” Often bands write atmospheric passages that abruptly shift to more traditional black metal. Ultar does both beautifully, but the real magic on Pantheon MMXIX (that’s Pantheon 2019, BTW) is in how you almost don’t notice the transitions.

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Vous Autres

One problem with writing about music is that the same descriptors work for a great many bands that don’t actually sound the same. Words like majestic, beautiful, mystical or intense apply as much to other bands in this post as they do to Vous Autres. But Champ du Sang is the only album that drew my 10-year-old into my office with her biggest anime smile. “Pretty!” she declared with two thumbs up.

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Droneflower

A dream-folk singer-songwriter and heavy metal shredder? As my teen would say, “I ship it!” And what a beautiful ‘ship it makes in Droneflower, the collaboration between Marissa Nadler and Stephen Brodsky. Not nearly as heavy as other albums on this list, Droneflower nevertheless transports you just as effectively to a dark and mysterious place buffeted by chill winds.

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Nightgrave

There is an atmosphere of majestic beauty and also danger in both post-rock and in black metal, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by hearing them combined in Nightgrave. With “atmospheric” right there in the title of their album IX: True Death Atmospherics, it’s not like they’re trying to surprise anyone. Not to mention that I was already following the band’s page on Bandcamp when they released it. But you never really expect to be caught up in an album like this. I think I could live here, if it weren’t the soundtrack for the end of all things.

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Wear Your Wounds

I don’t really listen to Converge, so I had no particular interest in this side project by Jacob Bannon. Wear Your Wounds popped up in a blog post somewhere, and I idly listened to an embed, and I really liked it. I probably should have put it in my Dark Moods post, but it’s too late for that, so I’m going to file it under atmospheric. Any way, I love the how the dark atmosphere, dragged down by intentionally sluggish pacing, acts like an anchor to the seriously old school trad metal guitar that sometimes borders on classical. It feels like the guitar solos on the title track Rust on the Gates of Heaven are soaring above the song, straining against that rhythm anchor.

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Airport Hotel of Sorts

When I planned my last trip to China, I was a little worried about having enough time to change planes in Shanghai on the way home. But I shrugged it off, thinking that if I missed the daily flight between Pudong and Vancouver, I would just get a day to visit Shanghai.

Leaving Qingdao

On the day my daughter and I were to fly home, our flight from Qingdao to Shanghai was going to be delayed several hours. The airline graciously booked us on another flight on another airline that was scheduled to leave 30 minutes earlier. (Good thing we got to the airport early!)

That flight left late because it was held up by all the people from our flight rushing to board at the last minute, and we arrived in Shanghai at the originally scheduled time. We speed-walked for 20 minutes to get to baggage claim, then fidgeted through security (why did we have to go through security to leave the terminal? I’ll never know). Then we speed walked for what had to have been two miles to get to the international terminal. We finally arrived at the check-in counter almost exactly two hours before our scheduled departure. Where we stood in a line that never moved.

Stuck in Pudong

I was used to the patient air of resignation that accompanied long lines in Asia (I’d experienced it at this very airport before), and this didn’t feel like it. In an hour, maybe six people moved through the check-in counter. Some of them did a good bit of yelling in Chinese. Finally the line started moving, but by the time we reached the counter, I kind of already knew we weren’t going to make our flight.

That was fortunate, because the woman at the counter never even acknowledged us. She ignored my questions, and refused to make eye contact as she unhurriedly went about some inscrutable business. Then she walked away. A few minutes later, the person at the next station noticed us and came over to help. She explained that the flight was overbooked and we would be scheduled on the next day’s flight, exactly 24 hours later.

Then she counted out $450 worth of RMB, stuffed it in an envelope. She handed it to me with the name of a hotel whose shuttle we were supposed to catch outside. By the time we got outside, that shuttle had left, and we had to go back in, stand in line, and request a new one. We were booked into another hotel. This time we got the shuttle, and it dropped us off in the hotel. It was a nice enough hotel, except for the sign on the wall forbidding smoking and prostitution. (Yeah, I really should have taken a picture of that – oh wait, I did.)

But as you can see from the view out our window, it was roughly in the middle of nowhere. Not near enough to the airport to take the train into town; not near enough to Shanghai to even find a cab, let alone pay for the drive into the city.

A Day in Shanghai

So my daughter watched cartoons all afternoon. We ate a tasty but overpriced dinner in the restaurant downstairs. I stayed up most of the night watching the door that didn’t seem to close properly. The next morning we had breakfast in the same downstairs restaurant. We caught the next shuttle back to the airport, where we immediately checked in.. Once we secured our spot on the plane, we had six hours to kill in Pudong’s international terminal.

And that is how our unplanned night in Shanghai didn’t turn into a chance to see Shanghai after all. For our next trip to China, we’re flying through Beijing.

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Carmina Burana at Pacific Northwest Ballet

PNB dancers and the Pacific Lutheran University Choral Union in Kent Stowell’s Carmina Burana. Photo © Angela Sterling c/o PNB.

Pacific Northwest Ballet is starting the season with a powerful pair of 20th century ballets: George Balanchine’s Agon and Kent Stowell’s Carmina Burana. In many ways, Agon is the better ballet, but Carmina Burana is the audience favorite. It’s only natural – Carmina Burana is an irresistible combination of passion and spectacle.

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Agon at Pacific Northwest Ballet

PNB dancers in Agon. Photo © Angela Sterling c/o PNB.

Pacific Northwest Ballet is starting their 2019/2020 season with a powerful pair of 20th century ballets: George Balanchine’s Agon and Kent Stowell’s Carmina Burana. Paired with crowd-pleaser Carmina Burana, Agon tends to be a bit overlooked. But as any reader of fiction knows, it’s never a good idea to overlook the quiet ones.  

Pure Dance

As I mentioned before Agon is a dancers’ dance. It’s contemporary ballet stripped down to the essentials. There is no sense of narrative or even character. The dancers wear black leotards with white tights or white ones with black pants. There are no sets and even the lighting is straightforward.

With nothing else going on, you are forced to concentrate on the movement, which does not lend itself to interpretation. Agon is really about geometry – dancers move through lines and angles ending in interesting shapes at pauses in the music. It’s like the world’s most beautiful math class. Agon gives us surprise and asymmetry rather where classical ballet offers harmonious balance and satisfied expectations.

Challenging Music

Stravinsky said he was inspired by a 17th century manual of French court dances when he wrote the music for Agon. I will have to take his word for it, because I can’t find the sonic connection. The program booklet describes the score as a

…fiendishly – and to him [Balanchine], delectably – difficult score

-Jeanie Thomas, PNB program

I’m not sure about delectable, but it is certainly difficult for the listener. I’m open-minded – I don’t think music has to be pretty. In fact, I’m listening to the new Blood Red Throne as I write this. Even so, I would have to say the music of Agon is rather more grating than challenging.

I would never listen to this without the accompanying ballet. But that’s okay, because the two were (literally) made for each other, and the score would be pointless without the ballet. When people first start watching ballet, they often expect each physical movement to tightly bound to each musical note, as if the dance were the literal physical translation of the music into movement. As much as it is physically possible to do so, Agon actually does this. It’s like the section of Fantasia where the oboe is a squiggly, pink line.

Intellectual Humor

So, yeah, Agon is a ballet more for the head than the heart. But surprisingly, it also has a lot of humor. Scattered throughout all the dramatic and elegant shapes are movements that are just – silly. Granted, the opening night audience was pretty high-energy (Artistic Director Peter Boal even commented “We got the party crowd tonight” when he came out on stage to address the audience) but chuckles rippled through the audience several times during Agon. Sometimes they were in response to funny movements like prissy little hand waves while walking en pointe. But sometimes the laughter expressed sheer delight and surprise, like when Lesley Rausch moved from a classic ended up in this iconic pose in a movement so quick audiences could hardly see how she got there.

Lesley Rausch and Seth Orza in Agon (choreographed by George Balanchine © The George Balanchine Trust). Photo © Angela Sterling c/o PNB.

Agon may be a heady ballet, but it has a little heart, too.

Details

Music: Igor Stravinsky
Choreography: George Balanchine © The George Balanchine Trust
Staging: Francia Russell
Lighting Design: Randall G. Chiarelli
Running Time: 30 minutes

Premiere: December 1, 1957; New York City Ballet
Pacific Northwest Ballet Premiere: March 30, 1993

Remaining Performances

October 3, 4 & 5 at 7:30 PM

October 6 at 1:00 PM

Tickets start at $37, and are available through the PNB Box Office at 206.441.2424, in person at 301 Mercer Street, or online.

Cast I Saw

1st Pas de Trois
Benjamin Griffiths
Elle Macy*
Margaret Mullin

2nd Pas de Trois
Noelani Pantastico
Dylan Wald*
Christopher D’Ariano*

Pas de Deux
Lesley Rausch
Seth Orza

{I attended Carmina Burana/Agon courtesy of Pacific Northwest Ballet. The tickets were theirs; the opinions are mine.}

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Power Couple: Agon and Carmina Burana at Pacific Northwest Ballet

PNB dancers and the Pacific Lutheran University Choral Union in Kent Stowell’s Carmina Burana. Photo © Angela Sterling c/o PNB.

Pacific Northwest Ballet is starting their 2019/2020 season (their 47th, for anyone keeping track) with a powerful pair of 20th century ballets: George Balanchine’s Agon and Kent Stowell’s Carmina Burana. Both ballets had their PNB premiere in 1993 (the same year I started attending regularly) but otherwise, they could hardly be more different.

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