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My Lithuanian Experience

The five days I just spent in Lithuania—a country I had never visited before—have been full of fascinating experiences and encounters. As I fly back home, I write down some of the many reflections from these days, trying to bring some order to my own thoughts.

The first one is about the doctoral defense for which I had been invited. A three-day process that reaffirmed, once again, just how incredibly diverse doctoral defenses can be—both in form and substance. Amid the global push for homogenization, this variety is something truly worth preserving. I enjoyed every moment of this defense: from the anticipation surrounding a recital that even surprised those who had closely followed Neringa Valuntonytė’s doctoral journey—the bold protagonist of this research—to an entire day devoted to writing down a detailed report on the concert and its relation to the thesis as a whole. It all culminated in a third day featuring an extensive defense, where each participant in the ritual—including the two thesis supervisors—took the stage to deliver a speech from a lectern. Some of these addresses were especially insightful and moving, particularly those by the two distinguished co-supervisors, Lina Navickaitė and Ewa Kupiec. Then came the final speech by Neringa herself—a superb display of emotional depth, spontaneous delivery, and impeccable timing. I already knew and appreciated Neringa, but her performance during the defense was truly masterful.

That final act crowned a doctoral thesis that is, in itself, a milestone. It ingeniously develops and applies the concept of the ‘musical persona’ popularized by Philip Auslander, proposing a model in which performers shape their identity on stage through multiple possible artistic selves—completely overturning the classical music paradigm, where musicians are expected to adhere to a written score in service of the supposed ‘will of the composer’ (a topic that could easily fill an entire dissertation on its own), while still striving to maintain personal sensitivity and the kind of spontaneity that only true musicality can bring (and anyone who has read Malditas palabras knows exactly where I stand on this). Neringa’s dissertation dismantles this duality from its very foundations, masterfully intertwining theoretical reflection with performative practice. Rarely have I seen a thesis where the written component speaks so directly to what happens on stage, and where every aspect of the performance is inseparable from the research that supports it. And this isn’t just about reading: her work involved hands-on stage training with theater performers, stage directors, and even a business professional specializing in personal branding. The impact of this process is undeniable. It has shaped Neringa into an artist with a bright future ahead—something that becomes immediately evident the moment she steps on stage.

For those curious to explore her research in detail, access is still somewhat limited at this time. There’s virtually nothing online at the moment. A substantial summary of the written component has been published in Catalan, translated by Laia Martín, in Querol magazine (Issue 36, 2024), and hopefully, an English version will be available soon. Even more than that, I hope the full thesis will eventually be accessible—perhaps with some adjustments to reflect the fact that, as was evident during the defense, Neringa has already moved into a new phase of her artistic journey, expanding significantly on the theoretical foundation she laid out. Whether in book form or through further publications, this work deserves to be widely recognized. I certainly leave Lithuania with the firm conviction that what has been achieved here goes far beyond my expectations. And, of course, I look forward to seeing Neringa perform again soon—because we are talking about a truly remarkable artist, whose originality and mastery of both the keyboard and the stage are nothing short of astonishing.

Then there’s the Lithuanian Academy of Music and Theatre’s doctoral program. I must say, they treated me with exceptional generosity—something I appreciate not only on a personal level but also as a reflection of their commitment to fostering meaningful academic exchanges. This is becoming increasingly rare: too many universities have cut back on international invitations for doctoral committees, opting instead for the easy—but deeply impoverishing—solution of online defenses, which inevitably turn the process into a mere formality rather than a genuine intellectual exchange. In this case, the in-person experience made all the difference. It allowed me, for instance, to finally meet Ewa Kupiec in person—after having admired her impressive discography for years—and to discover not only what an extraordinary musician she is but also how much we share in common. I already can’t wait for our paths to cross again somewhere in the world.

But this university went even further. For Neringa’s doctorate, they specifically hired Ewa Kupiec—one of Europe’s most established pianists, whose main academic post is in Hannover—solely to teach her, for four years. That says a lot about how seriously this institution takes its doctoral program. And it aligns perfectly with the fact that every year, they offer fully funded doctoral positions for the full four-year term. Truly commendable. I’m well aware that much of this is due to the vision and perseverance of Lina Navickaitė, a leading researcher in the field, whose efforts have played a crucial role in shaping this international academic environment. Add to this the impeccable administrative work of Božena Čiurlionienė (a huge thank you, Božena!), because let’s be honest—when the administrative side runs smoothly, everything is possible, and when it doesn’t, everything turns into a nightmare. With all of this in place, I have no doubt that Vilnius has everything it takes to become a major hub for artistic research on the global stage.

Five days aren’t enough to truly grasp the complexity of a culture, the essence of a city, or the defining characteristics of a way of life. But I have formed a first impression, and it resonates perfectly with what I’ve observed in academia. Lithuania has its own language, a long history, and, since the fall of the Soviet Union, a solid democracy and hard-won independence that are a source of rightful pride. Just as I felt when I visited neighboring Latvia—equally fascinating, yet so different in many ways—here too, you sense the advantages of being an independent nation, small enough to maintain a distinct identity, but large enough to govern itself, make its own decisions, and engage fully in international institutions, whose significance is deeply felt here. You can perceive the strength of a language and a culture that people actively defend and cultivate, while also experiencing their remarkable ease in switching to fluent English—a linguistic versatility that made me feel welcome at all times. And this isn’t just among the younger generations. I have no idea where some of the elderly women selling flowers on the street or working in small-town cafés learned to speak such excellent English, especially in a country that doesn’t see much tourism. But when you dig into the history of this place, you start to understand.

I’m not just talking about the desire to move beyond Soviet imperialism—now tragically revived in Russia’s military actions—but about a long-standing tradition of empathy toward displaced populations, toward those who arrived here by chance and ultimately stayed. Vilnius: City of Strangers, as Laimonas Briedis aptly titled his book, captures this well. Over centuries, Lithuanians, Poles, Russians, Germans, Ukrainians, and Jewish communities from all backgrounds shaped this city into a cultural crossroads. And that legacy is still visible today. Lithuania’s most famous landmark, Trakai Castle—built when Trakai was the medieval capital—was originally intended as a home for the Karaim people, a Turkic-speaking Jewish community from Crimea. Trakai has been home to Lithuanians, Tatars, Russians, Poles, yet it remains deeply associated with Karaim culture, language, and cuisine.

Seeing how warmly this diversity is embraced here moves me deeply. The openness to others, the empathy for displaced populations, the mutual enrichment that comes from encounters that transform us all. Am I romanticizing this? Undoubtedly. Reality is never as idyllic. But I’d prefer to simplify it this way rather than in that other direction, too common today, where the ‘other’ is cast as a threat, and suspicion of those who come from elsewhere has become the norm. It’s the idea of the other as an enemy, the constant suspicion towards those who ‘come from outside,’ and the fear (always perceived by those who are already in a position of strength) of losing ‘purity’ or ‘identity’—as if human beings were not a single species, inherently mixed and nomadic from the very beginning.

You experience that welcoming Lithuania—with its unique yet blended culture—in the warmth of its people, the constant respect, the closeness in interactions, and the laughter that defies the stereotype of the cold North. Cold was indeed there—temperatures never rose above 0°C. But even with that, I was fortunate, and perhaps this contributed to the deep sense of kindness I brought back home. The Saturday afternoon I spent in Trakai, enjoying a breathtaking sunset, could not have been a better way to close this trip.

And on top of that, I spent the core of the visit listening to the album that I had been most anticipating this year, Alice Sara Ott’s Field Nocturnes, which was released that very day. But that definitely deserves another post. For now, I’ll savor the memory and let these thoughts quietly seep into my daily life from here on out.

Congreso “Indisciplines” 2019: unas reflexiones en caliente

Indisciplines” ha acabado hace menos de una hora. Tres días muy intensos dedicados a la investigación artística, en la Universidad de Barcelona y en la Escola Superior de Música de Catalunya, que me dejan muchas reflexiones. Algunas son de ámbito más privado. Otras tiene sentido compartirlas por aquí. Así que, antes de que la adrenalina vaya bajando, me pongo a escribir, agradecido a Jeffrey Swartz y a todas las demás personas que han hecho posible este encuentro. Reflexiones sueltas, sin tanta conexión una con otra.

Cuando te enfrentas a lo que se está haciendo en los ámbitos de las artes visuales, la primera sensación que tengo es que en el mundo musical llevamos dos siglos de retraso. Luego me lo pienso mejor y no, no es tanto. Un siglo y medio solamente. Mejor ser preciso, incluso cuando sabes que estás generalizando injustamente. Injustamente porque es cierto que hay gente (poca, ¿eh?) que intenta salir de su nicho.

Me gusta ver cuántas veces se han mencionado, durante estos tres días, marcos teóricos y posicionamientos feministas muy militantes: propuestas incómodas que asumen que estamos en guerra contra el patriarcado y el machismo dominante.

Cuán estimulante es encontrarnos con quien hace cosas mejores que las tuyas. Lo he pensado mucho, especialmente ante la gente del laboratorio de flamenco del Institut del Teatre que ha cerrado el segundo día (Juan Carlos Lérida y Salvador S. Sánchéz, ¡qué grandes sois, por favor!).

Me encanta lo que hace Martí Ruiz Carulla con el legado de los hermanos Baschet. Y no sólo porque son fascinantes las realidades sonoras y las experiencias que acaban existiendo gracias a él, sino porque lo suyo no es divulgación: es política. Es política a través de prácticas performativas accesibles a cualquier persona, incluidos colectivos con diversidad funcional y/o edades de lo más diverso, y es política a la hora de destapar las resistencias de las instituciones a cualquier replanteamiento de jerarquías ya establecidas.

No se me van de la cabeza las “muchas formas de abrir un cuadrado” de Ione Sagasti. Quiero verlo en persona, algún día, El Cuadrado. Y que me ayude a saber qué hacer con los tantos diferentes cuadrados que nos rodean y que tantas veces no sabemos cómo interpretar.

Nunca antes, en un congreso, me había parecido importante el CÓMO se presenta lo que se presenta. No sé si es un signo de los tiempos, si es parte de mi transformación personal o si esto ha sido especialmente evidente en este “Indisciplines 2019” porque había tanta presencia de personas procedentes del mundo de las Bellas Artes y el Diseño. Probablemente un poco de todo esto. La cuestión es que éste es uno de los aspectos que más me ha impactado. No hablo sólo de las cosas más obvias, como la importancia del tono de voz (y hemos tenido de todo, en este sentido, desde lo más atractivo a lo más soporífero) o la dificultad de encontrar un equilibrio entre castellano, catalán e inglés ante la crónica debilidad del conocimiento de este último idioma en España y la legítima voluntad de buscar alternativas al pensamiento dominante. Hablo también de cuán importante y complejo es ofrecer a un auditorio tan variado los elementos adecuados para involucrar a todo el mundo y hacer comprender las especificidades de nuestra investigación. Pero por encima de todo pienso aquí en algo tan tangible como el uso del soporte visual mientras hablamos. ¿Realmente necesitamos el Power Point? ¿No se nos ocurre como alternativa nada mejor que ese sucedáneo que es Prezi? (Y lo digo yo, que uso Power Point constantemente). Porque aquí hemos tenido al menos dos casos interesantísimos, en este sentido. Àger Pérez Casanovas y Meritxell Caralt, en los 10 primeros minutos de su presentación, han creado uno de los momentos más fascinantes (en mi opinión y en la de otras personas) de todo el congreso, y lo han hecho SIN imágenes, poniendo una base musical en directo a un posicionamiento filosófico que, presentado de esa manera, se convertía en algo totalmente diferente de lo que habría sido si sólo hubiéramos escuchado una voz. Y Paula Bruna convirtió su paseo por las múltiples propuestas de su proyecto “El Plantoceno” en una experiencia formidable gracias a una estrategia de presentación metodológicamente interesantísima, capaz de saltarse el monopolio Microsoft sin recurrir a ningún software alternativo, sino con una simple cámara portátil que proyectaba lo que sucedía en su mesa. Algo así como una versión webcam hipermejorada del antiguo proyector de transparencias. El caso es que lo que veíamos, en ese proceso tan mediado por la tecnología pero tan casero a la vez, eran esencialmente sus manos disponiendo unos papeles impresos: papeles que perfectamente habrían podido ser las diapositivas de un Power Point, y que sin embargo se convertían de ese modo en algo vivo, frágil y fascinante. Un espectáculo en sí mismo. Aunque el proyecto de Paula Bruna (que es la imagen de este post, cómo no) es maravilloso en CUALQUIER sentido. Investigación artística de un alcance estratosférico. El día que acabe su tesis doctoral, voy a disfrutar de lo lindo en ver cómo escribe acerca de lo que hace.

En este congreso ha habido poca, poquísima participación del alumnado y del profesorado de la ESMUC. Bien por quienes fueron. Pero… ¿y el resto? Ya sabemos que es complicado compatibilizar estos congresos con otras actividades. Sin embargo, creo francamente que si la ESMUC quiere poder presumir de centro activamente vocado en la investigación artística tenemos que pasar a la acción, siendo concientes de cuánto nos queda por hacer. Ojalá este congreso sea un punto de inflexión. Hay mucho que ajustar en el compromiso de esta escuela con la investigación artística, y muchos intereses en contra, pero tenemos en este momento una dirección comprometida con ello, y esto es bueno. Tendremos que estar -todo el mundo, y me incluyo- a la altura de las circunstancias

En música hemos crecido creyendo que al gran debate sobre el sentido de lo que hacíamos vertía en torno a la decimonónica dicotomía entre el “arte por el arte” y el “arte para la vida”. Pero estos días se ha citado una y otra vez otra forma muy perversa (e indudablemente muy actual) de romper este panorama diádico: el “arte por el currículum”, generado por las presiones de la academia por acreditaciones, oposiciones, financiación de proyectos etc.

No sorprende, a estas alturas, pero no puedo evitar de que me choque, una y otra vez, la asimetría entre lo interesante que puede ser una introducción hablada y lo decepcionante la posterior puesta en práctica. Es ya un clásico, en el ámbito de la investigación artística. Deberíamos hacérnoslo mirar, realmente.

La voluntad de que la investigación artística contribuya a cambiar el mundo ha aparecido por doquier, desde la conferencia inaugural hasta la conclusiva, pasando por docenas de presentaciones sobre los temas más diversos. Ha aparecido por doquier… menos en todo lo que ha tenido que ver con la música clásica (la “clásica” en su más amplio sentido, desde la más antigua a la contemporánea). Esto es muy serio y necesita una reflexión urgente a gran escala.

Último punto, muy relacionado, eso sí, con el anterior. Las resistencias endogámicas al cambio las ves en la música, las ves en el teatro, las ves en las bellas artes y las ves en cualquier otro ámbito. Pero la música tiene un problema añadido, cuando hablamos de investigación artística. Un doble problema, de hecho. En la gente de Bellas Artes ves que la estructura universitaria está ya en sus mentes, porque en España llevan décadas en la universidad, con lo bueno y lo malo que conlleva. Mi percepción es que ahí ya no necesitas reflexionar tanto acerca de lo que ES y lo que NO ES “investigación” (tal vez tuve suerte, de todos modos, porque una última conversación, tras acabar el congreso, me demostró que las resistencias a los nuevos paradigmas hacen estragos también ahí). Y sin duda en el mundo del teatro, la danza y las artes escénicas en general, aunque el marco universitario llegue ahora también en su caso, sí los años 60 pasaron por esos mundos. Y los 70, y los 80. Nadie se imaginaría pensando el teatro o la danza como si NO hubieran existido Grotowski, The Living Theatre o Pina Bausch. La música clásica, en cambio, está pensando la interpretación exactamente como si estuviéramos en los años 50, con muy pocas afortunadas excepciones. Y esto crea un panorama de total desconcierto ante los retos de la investigación artística. En este congreso se ha visto perfectamente. Tengo mucha suerte en tener tanto contacto con algunas de las personas que ven claro este problema, y están intentando construir caminos de futuro, en Aveiro y también en la Esmuc. Pero no estoy seguro de que seamos conscientes de cuánto nos queda.

Ahora a descansar. O a tocar, en mi caso. Tocar diferente: diferente, entre otras cosas, de cómo habría tocado si no hubiera pasado estos tres días en este congreso. Literalmente.

Sowing

This is a very, very special photo for me. Emilia Fadini and Laia Martín, one next to another. You can not see me, because I was 600 km away, but at the same time I’m there, 100%. From Emilia Fadini, today still very bright at 89 years old, a thousand things emerged in my life. In those distant years 80, my passion for questioning about the music I did found in her and her courses a path that led from then, solidly, to look at the treaties (even more than the instruments) the answers to the questions that arose when observing the scores. Thanks to her I discovered the clavichord, I heard for the first time the names of Santa María, Diruta, and many others whose existence I know that many of my readers have discovered in my books, and I began to live in first person an intimate way of sharing music whose values had nothing to do with the ones that were being proposed to me, in those same years, in the conservatory classes.

This week, at 20th FIMTE – International Festival of Spanish Keyboard Music, so brilliantly organised by Luisa Morales, Emilia has shared the FIMTE Symposium with Laia Martin, who from that lineage is, in many ways, the continuation. Without me being seen, in this picture I am in the middle. As the current teacher of one and the old student of another, seeing them together gives me a wonderful feeling. Without what I saw in those Emilia classes, I doubt that Laia would even know who I am, nor would I be orienting her doctoral thesis at the University of Aveiro, nor would she, most likely, have been in Mojácar this week. And that is the meaning of that peculiar sowing that is teaching. Teaching and also writing, which allows you to share with many people what you consider important even away from your physical presence, in a process that often ends in a future whose trajectories move far, out of sight. But when these trajectories intersect, as has happened these days in the FIMTE, even without having been there, happiness is very deep.

Oblivious to the 9th

I have just emerged from the performance of Beethoven’s 9th by the OBC, the Barcelona Symphony and Catalonia National Orchestra, which programmed this week’s event to include a bold staging design in the hands of a company with a strange name, one I’d heard in glowing reports from other shows: the Agrupación Señor Serrano.

They probably are great at doing other things, but I found this 9th horrendous, to put it frankly. The orchestra fulfilled its role. The choir (the splendid Orfeó Català) was magnificent. Perhaps some of the soloists could have been better. But it is impossible to view a production of this kind as anything but a whole, and there was no way to make sense of that whole.

You know I don’t like to speak ill of what I haven’t liked, so in such cases I usually keep my mouth shut and let it go (yes, well, there are also times when I don’t respond because I haven’t got time, so don’t go thinking that if I haven’t written about a concert or a CD you’ve given me that it must be because I don’t like it!). In this case, though, I think voicing some thoughts is warranted.

The principal idea, which the project had already announced in writing, was not bad: read this very “European” work as a reflection on Europe. The idea of a garden as a metaphor for the common European project, collectively watered and tended (1st movement); the struggles and clouds that darken it (2nd movement); the nostalgia and consideration of the many things we’ve botched (3rd movement); and a road full of hope towards the future, one built on affection, caring, and hugs (4th movement). Fantastic up to this point.

But hang on: in this all you actually see is plenty of goodwill. The reality, minute by minute, bar after bar, is that there was no relation with the music’s unravelling. No dramatic crescendo (precisely in this work!), no relation between what we hear and what we see (an old and common problem in many operatic staging ideas too). Spectacular—in its absurdity— was the entrance of the theme of the fourth movement, following the recitative: an entrance that went completely unnoticed, lacking even a brushstroke in the staging direction. But this was the tip of the iceberg. In neither the entrance of the “Turkish” variation or the a cappella variation was there any attempt at all to capitalise on these moments by having them coincide with something. Huh?! As if there, in the music, nothing significant happens!

Then there’s the ideological drift. Europe is going bad because we have “let the weeds grow” and haven’t known how to put up the right “fences”. But exactly this, mind (and take note: as if weeds growing in a garden can be avoided by fencing; little do I know about gardening but I think I grasp this much)! Yep, boldly essentialist and ethnicist, straight up. So, there it is, something that can even be seen as a revealing metaphor of the kind of Europe that some really desire: a fenced-off garden, managed from above, and in which we are the plants at the mercy of our lords and masters.

And not one nod to the internal problems, to the hierarchies between states, to what happened in Greece, to the inability to manage Mediterranean conflicts. Not one wink! A few well-known faces (Merkel, Lagarde, y other local figures), all in a directionless succession in which you could find Napoleon, Hitler, Casals, Freud, or Delacroix’s La liberté guidant le peuple. One brief flash, indeed, of Putin, and in another a keyboard with Cyrillic letters. ¿What’s this about? Are we to blame Europe’s problems, then, on the Russians? Well I never would have guessed!

And so, the biggest booing I have ever heard at Barcelona’s L’Auditori. I imagine that what may have most upset many spectators will have been all the explicit phallic images and the salaciousness of the couple scenes in the final minutes. This struck me as nothing more than gratuitous. But for one reason or another, I know this entire spectacle, in all its parts, just did not make sense. I prefer not to know how much public money was spent on it.

The difficulty is that, given its fatuity, the only sensible response was to boo it, which is what many of us did (though clearly wanting to distinguish the music from the staging, because the former was worthy in all ways), and this booing lumps you in with those who would have joined in the catcalls out of distaste for anything that doesn’t conform to the “usual”. But honestly, this is NOT the reason here. And it makes me doubly uneasy because the one time money is invested in something different, programming such a horror show instead of something truly valid and sound makes it more difficult next time the chance arises to be daring.

What a great shame! Truly. And a magnificent reminder that we have to be very, very dexterous when we try something different. People who know me also know how open I am to innovation, and in recent times I actively engage in this as a creative artist. But not anything goes, because there are many different ways to get across ideas within music, especially when words and staging can be used. Yet so often it is banality that rules, and this makes life so much more difficult for those of us who have things to say that do not fit in traditional channels.

Finally, our PhD call!

Finally, the call for our doctoral programme at the University of Aveiro was published! Applications until August 3.

On October 11, we will start classes. Any brave in the room willing to challenge? #Doctorate #Aveiro #SóloParaValientes

https://www.ua.pt/research/PageEdict.aspx?g=9&a=0
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