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Havana
When you go to Cuba to learn about classical music there, you're not
exactly doing something trendy. Baseball, yes, that's a subject everyone's discussing, and
pop music, too -- Cuban rhythms are popular word-wide now, and Cuban singers are making
fortunes. But classical music? Well, there are things happening, as I described in the Journal yesterday. The Milwaukee Symphony is
planning a Cuban visit, as is a youth orchestra from New England, and the American
Composers Orchestra recently held a pioneering festival of Cuban classical music in New
York, involving both exiles and composers from the island. It was, in fact, that festival,
and the composers I met there, that prompted my own trip.
As I bounced around Havana
for a week, I saw crumbling buildings; battered old cars, Russian and American, belching
fumes; and bathrooms where you fill a bucket from a trickling faucet to flush. People,
even so, are warm enough to pull coins from their pockets when they see a foreigner with
no money for a pay phone. But how can classical music -- which is capital-intensive,
requiring everything from harpsichords to oboe reeds -- thrive in a place with so many
shortages?
One answer is that Cuba is a
land of contradictions. Slogans deride the U.S. while movie houses play "The Lion
King," "Amadeus" and "The First Wives Club." And in that spirit,
classical music manages to be both lively and threadbare. I found out about concerts only
through word of mouth, but they were packed. One such performance, by a youth orchestra in
a shining modern theater, was conducted by Guido López-Gavilán, an official of the Cuban
union of writers and artists and the composer of a flowing, elegiac saxophone concerto I
heard on tape in New York. A Vivaldi concerto played by just a few strings was really
fine, as were Mr. López-Gaviláns own compositions, featuring violin improvisations
that made the crowd roar. But Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue" had technical
problems, starting with the famous clarinet glissando, played by someone who
understandably, perhaps, might never have heard one before. Still, the music was alive and
songful, and Mr. López-Gaviláns son Aldo was drop-dead stunning as the piano
soloist. You'd have sworn that classical music was alive and well.
But earlier I'd visited Cuba's leading music school, the Instituto
Superior de Arte, which sprawls with a kind of tattered luxury on a campus that, before
the revolution, used to be a country club. There I watched a lively small conducting
class, strongly taught by Jorge López Marín, another composer I'd met in New York. The
students, none too advanced, were deeply into Brahms and Beethoven, but where will they
conduct? The school, incredibly, has no orchestra of its own, because, I was told,
students with professional ambitions don't choose to study orchestral instruments that
can't be used in pop.
At home, Mr. López Marín
has faded posters from concerts he conducted in the '80s in the Soviet bloc., But now, he
says, he's lucky to conduct four times a year in Cuba. Yes, the country has four
professional orchestras, along with an opera company that rarely performs. But these
groups aren't in strong condition; they're depleted, everybody says, because the best
musicians take jobs abroad, in Spain, perhaps, or Latin America. Even the conductor of
Havana's National Symphony, Leo Brouwer (also a composer and guitarist, and arguably
Cuba's most famous classical musician), lives in Spain.
Apart from the National
Symphony, Havana has just three professional classical ensembles, and one of them,
Camarata Romeu, an all-female string ensemble, is strikingly distinctive -- its musicians
dress in stylish outfits and play from memory with arresting warmth and spirit, if not the
smoothest sonic gloss. But when I watched the group rehearse, I couldn't help but notice
that its concertmistress had a broken bow, which she'd patched with tape. "Did you
see that?" the Camarata's conductor, Zenaida Romeu, asked me afterward, explaining
what I'd already guessed, that instrument repair -- along with instruments themselves,
music paper, and information about music in the outside world -- is hard to come by. The
Camarata tours, but it lost two members when it played in Mexico, and two more when it
visited New York. Would it be allowed to tour again? "Shhh!" she said, lowering
her voice and almost whispering: "I hope so."
But not everybody speaks in
whispers, and for sheer moxie the prize goes to Juan Blanco, who's 80 years old, has been
married eight times and runs Cuba's electronic music studio. Mr. Blanco was a Communist
before the revolution, and feels free to cheerfully denounce the years of what he calls
"the Russian occupation," when, he said, dogmatic Cubans opposed electronic
music because their Soviet comrades believed it wasn't socialist, Even so, he told me, he
was asked in 1970 to create an electronic work for public performance on a big Havana
street. He used a recording of Lenin's voice, which at times he speeded up, once more
angering the dogmatists. "They said I made Lenin sing like a woman!" But still
the piece was played, and years later, Mr. Blanco had the last laugh. "After glasnost
[came to Russia], I noticed that Lenin was not what I thought. So I took his name out of
the title, like Beethoven taking off the dedication of his Third Symphony to
Napoleon!"
I also heard a mouthful from
Juan Piñera ,a soulful composer I'd met in New York, and two friends of his, Raysa White,
a poet who produces segments on the arts for Cuban television, and Rosario Cárdenas, a
choreographer whose company has danced in Australia and Mexico. All three agreed that in
the '70s, at the height of Russian influence, the arts in Cuba were politicized. But that
is not true now, they told me. And when I asked them who decides which artists get
government support, they said that they themselves do, along with other artists like them,
serving on peer-review panels much like those at our own National Endowment for the Arts.
"So there's no
political requirement?" I asked. "No!" replied all three, even before I'd
finished my question, Mr. Piñera, speaking only for himself, did note that "in
totalitarian systems" (and here he raised a wry finger to stress that this
theoretical observation would apply to tyrannies of the right or of the left), "you
become marginalized, or else they buy you." He's 50, wears his long hair in a
ponytail. and clearly hasn't been bought, though his life on the edges -- teaching private
students and writing music for theater and dance -doesn't seem entirely marginal. He even
wrote in opera that was seen as an anti-Castro allegory, and incredibly, perhaps, it was
produced. "My censorship," said Mr. Piñera, "was that I wasn't paid."
More painfully, he talked about an uncle, a famous writer whose books were suppressed in
1968, though now they're rehabilitated. "I hope to have a long life," he said,
with his always sad and playful smile, "and someday laugh at all of this."
It's hard for any outsider to assess these contradictions. But
throughout my weeklong trip, I saw signs of
change, and especially of emerging entrepreneurship .The Camarata Romeu, for instance --
like the Schola Cantorum Coralina, a classical I vocal group conducted by another
energetic woman, Alina Arraca --was founded privately, with money from a foundation
established by a Cuban pop singer. Outside classical music, there are even more
entrepreneurs. Havana, Ms. Cárdenas told me, has 35 independent dance companies painters
sell their art in private storefronts; and there are little food stands on every busy
street. But as one woman I met (a corporate-event planner, a consummately capitalist
occupation) said, struggling to find the right English word, "It's early here."
Cuba is not a free country,
as we'd understand that in America. But my trip to study classical
music brought me into contact with people who talk more openly than I'd expected. I'd say
things are changing -- and what will happen when a new day dawns is anybody's guess.
Wall Street Journal, May 28, 1999
Read my review of the American
Composers Orchestra's Cuban festival
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