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(Dec. 17, 1990) Died:Aaron Copeland
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
Dec. 17, 1990 The Sleep Gap
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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MILESTONES, Page 113
"It Sounded So Glorious to Me"
Aaron Copland: 1900-1990
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<p>By Michael Walsh
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<p> One day in 1924, Aaron Copland was struggling across
Manhattan, trying to reach Aeolian Hall. There Walter Damrosch,
the leader of the New York Symphony, was rehearsing the fledgling
composer's first symphony. The subway was delayed and the
rehearsal had already begun when Copland raced from Times Square
to the hall a couple of blocks away. "I was in such a hurry that
instead of going around the block to the stage entrance, I yanked
open the front door," Copland later recalled. "Suddenly, I got a
blast of my own orchestrations! It was a moment I shall never
forget. It sounded so glorious to me, so much grander than I
could possibly have imagined."
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<p> When Copland died last week at 90, he had been largely
inactive as a composer for two decades. But even in old age, he
never lost an unabashed, even cocky, self-satisfaction in his
formidable powers of invention. As late as 1983, he was still on
the podium, conducting one of his most famous works, Appalachian
Spring, with the same firm, animated gestures that, when
translated into sound, characterized his scores.
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<p> Bright, open and spacious, Copland's works captured the
sweep, sinew and soul of America. His titles alone tell the
story: the exuberant ballet Billy the Kid, the contemplative tone
poem Quiet City, the moving, symphonic Lincoln Portrait and, most
simply and memorably, the noble orchestral anthem Fanfare for the
Common Man, which was recapitulated to such dramatic effect in
his Symphony No. 3. Jerome Kern's remark about the place of
Irving Berlin in American music--that he was American music--is no less true of Copland in the concert realm.
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<p> Born in Brooklyn, N.Y., to immigrant East European Jews,
Copland came of age in Paris. He was the first, and most
illustrious, of the expatriate composers to emerge from the
atelier of Nadia Boulanger, the most influential composition
teacher of the century. He was 20 when he met her, 23 when he
returned home; but in those three years, Copland learned
everything. For all its distinctively American sources and
styles, his music was fundamentally an amalgam of influences
traceable to the Paris years: the rhythmic drive and complexity
of Igor Stravinsky coupled to the clean sonorities and bracing
orchestration of Maurice Ravel.
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<p> Yet all it took was one chord, and the listener knew
instantly that the composer had to be Copland. In the bite and
grit of Rodeo, in the sturdy Shaker tune quoted in Appalachian
Spring, even in the 12-tone experiments of Connotations, the
sounds were unmistakably his.
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<p> Copland's importance extended beyond his purely
compositional achievements. He was a brilliant spokesman for
American music in books and lectures. Together with a remarkable
generational cohort that included Howard Hanson, Roy Harris,
Roger Sessions and Virgil Thomson, he established the validity
of that apparent oxymoron, the serious American composer. He
formed around him a tight circle of like-minded colleagues who
dominated the conservative wing of American music, among them his
close friend and protege, the late Leonard Bernstein, and David
Diamond.
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<p> All of them produced music that is wholly, joyously American
in style and feel, frankly melodic and laced with the tricky
cross-rhythms that mark the master's scores. Yet Copland
tirelessly encouraged young composers to find their own voice, in
no matter what style. Difficult as the lot of the serious
composer is even today, Copland made it immeasurably easier.
</p>
<p> When asked his opinion of Copland's early symphony, Thomson
said, "I wept when I heard it--because I had not written it
myself." For more than six decades, many another American
composer has felt the same way.</p>
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