Saturday, August 22, 2009
KARLHEINZ STOCKHAUSEN b AUG 22 1928
di & i lived in tri-plex in sarasota. it was owned by a fellow named pavchinski, a polish jew who'd actually been in the nazi camps in his youth. he never told me that but he did have numbers tattooed on his forearm. he was an odd bird, never looked you in the eye & seemed to be constantly in motion even while standing there talking to you. at first, the other parts of the tri-plex were rented by other new college students. then, pavchinski built some lean-to's out back & rented those to some truly disgusting bikers. the lean-to's didn't have running water. those folks didn't seem to need it. eventually, the biker's took over the tri-plex & the other small row of apartments pavchinski owed directly across from our bedroom window. di & i were the last of the new college students to get the hell out. it's not entirely clear to me why we waited so long. these folks had guns(& used them)& fought violently amongst themselves. they were not good neighbors.
anyway, before the bikers came, i remember pavchinski stopping by to pick up the rent check. i had a piece by stockhausen on the stereo. i noticed pavchinski seemed visibly disturbed by the music. as he stood there, waiting for me to locate the check, he began to twitch & spasm. it struck me that this music was somehow touching repressed memories, opening up old wounds, flashing him back to ugly & awful times. his shifting eyes seemed to be vibrating in his head. he snatched the check from me & nearly fell getting to the front door. "you like the music?," i asked to his back. he froze & spun around. i was shocked by his eyes, which were full of rage & murder. "music? music?," he spit out, "that's not music, that's noise!"
"He is known for his ground-breaking work in electronic music, aleatory (controlled chance) in serial composition, and musical spatialization."
stockhausen is still an active & major composer.