“I am truly a child of rock and roll.” This is not the kind of statement one expects from a composer who also professes an affinity with the classical tradition, but for Julia Wolfe, one third of the New York based composer collective/arts organisation Bang on a Can, this is not a contradiction but an inherent part of her way of doing things. Working in the so-called post-minimalist vein, Wolfe and her fellow Bang on a Can founders Michael Gordon and David Lang have been colliding modern compositional practices with the explosive power of amplified music since their first activities in the late 1980s. Now, with a regular summer festival, annual “marathon” concerts, a fund for commissioning new works and a touring new music ensemble in the form of the Bang on a Can All Stars, in addition to their acclaimed output as individual composers, the group enjoys a deserved place at the forefront of contemporary music-making.
Wolfe met Lang and Gordon in the early 1980s, and the pair encouraged her to attend graduate school at Yale as they had done. Friction between rock and contemporary classical music was a part of the New York milieu the group sprung up in, a tension that they harnessed from the start. “Amplified sound in a sense brings you closer to sound, magnifies it,” says Wolfe. “The immediacy of the sound, energy, and rhythm of pop music have always inspired me.” Likewise Gordon, now Wolfe’s husband, had a background playing in post-punk bands and was a follower of iconoclasts like Glenn Branca, a composer who fused noisy art rock with avant garde composition. He remembers watching performances of Branca’s “guitar symphonies” at the art music venue The Kitchen in SoHo, Manhattan: “That was the beginning of a life-long membership in the Glenn Branca fan club.” Aghast at the lack of opportunities to get their own music played, as well as the fractious nature of the local music scene – split between academic composers uptown and fringe experimentalists downtown – the three composers began putting on their own concerts, advertised as “a bunch of composers banging on cans”. In 1987, the group organised its first “marathon” – a 12-hour concert in SoHo’s Exit Art venue that brought together works by composers in a wide range of conflicting schools. Music by die-hard serialists like Milton Babbitt was programmed next to works by Reich, and decades-old pieces by Stravinsky followed contemporary sounds by John Zorn and Pauline Oliveros. With the success of the event, Bang on a Can’s reputation grew – John Cage was an early supporter, as was Philip Glass – and the marathon became a yearly event that could last up to 24 hours. By the 2000s, Bang on a Can were releasing music through their own label Cantaloupe Music, and helping to bring ambitious projects like Anthony Braxton’s piece for 100 tubas to fruition.
More recent projects include Field Recordings, a project encompassing work by a range of contemporary composers as well as the Bang on a Can founders themselves, the only brief being that the contributors take a pre-existing recording as the baseline for their pieces. With contributors as varied as “power ambient” noisemaker Ben Frost and contemporary classical artist Nico Muhly, it’s a good indicator of Bang on a Can’s cross-genre attitude. In Reeling, Wolfe’s contribution to the project, she takes a recording, one that “stood out for its purity and joy”, of a French Canadian performer of mouth music – a kind of folk dance style made using vocal syllables, making for a highly rhythmic, kinetic piece. Gordon’s contribution Gene Takes a Drink, meanwhile, was inspired by a film made by longtime collaborator Bill Morrison featuring his cat with a camera attached to its collar. Gordon has previously worked with Morrison on projects with a distinct focus on place; a recent piece El Sol Caliente (2015) relates to Miami Beach where the composer grew up. Last year, in a piece called Anonymous Man, Gordon turned once again to giving voice to a locale: “Something I’m very excited about is voices. Anonymous Man is the story of the street I’ve lived on for the past 36 years, Desbrosses Street, and two men who have lived outside at varying times during those years. It’s a memoir about my block and it chronicles my interactions with these two homeless men as well as going back to the time when my neighborhood, now fully residential, was an industrial warehouse district.”