“The rhythm of words takes away from my sense of rhythm,” Meredith Monk explained after a riveting performance of her piece Things Heaven and Hell by the Young People’s Chorus of New York City. The third part of Ms. Monk’s 1992 work Three Heavens and Hells, this piece was one of only a handful to incorporate real words in the entirety of the four-and-a-half hour Meredith Monk & Friends celebration at Carnegie’s Zankel Hall last weekend. Ms. Monk continued, in her on-stage interview with host John Schaefer, by stating that the exception made for Things Heaven and Hell materialized when she read a poem about three types of heavens and hells (which are really all the same) by the then-preteen Tennessee Reed, which “seemed very Buddhist for an eleven-year-old”. The young girl’s poem was unraveled and spun into rhythmically demanding and difficult repetitions that blurred the line between words and non- words by the immensely talented young women of the Chorus, who were led in wanderings both musical and physical by their artistic director Francisco J. Núñez. As they rippled across the stage like dominoes, a visual personification of their rippling voices, the repeated words and sounds (such as “thing-zuh”) incited a sonic and conceptual reevaluation of these words and sounds in the ears of the listeners.
Over the span of fifty years, Meredith Monk has chipped away at the concepts of music, rhythm, language, architecture, and communication through her music. In the same interview with Mr. Schaefer, she explained that “each piece I make is a world” and that she is fascinated by the voice’s possibility as an instrument—and, more recently, instruments’ possibilities as voices. Both voices and instruments were explored by the Bang on a Can All-Stars during their performance of two Bang on a Can co-founders’ arrangements of three different Monk pieces. Throughout Julia Wolfe’s arrangement of Memory Song (from 1984’s The Games) as well as David Lang’s arrangements of totentanz (from Impermanence of 2004-2006) and the 1986 Double Fiesta, Katie Geissinger’s chirping and cawing mingled alongside Ms. Monk and Theo Bleckmann’s nonsensical repetition of nouns (“chairs”, “trees”, “football”); the flat yodeling and rapid gibberish of the three vocalists subsequently coalesced with Vicky Chow’s serene, motoric piano patterns and Robert Black’s bumbling bass pizzicato, all of which were punctuated by the occasional bark or howl. In typical Monkian fashion, the tone and gestures of the unintelligible burbling managed to convey much more meaning than the non-connective nouns, resulting in a wondrous wordless communication across the vocalists and instrumentalists.