Minimal Music, Maximal Impact
Minimalism hit me in my teens like a bolt of fate. About 1972 (I was 16), Steve Achternacht on radio station WRR-FM in Dallas played Terry Riley’s In C on the air. His janglingly repetitive octave C’s started up (which we learned years later had been Steve Reich’s suggestion to hold the piece together), and I didn’t know how to react. This was crazy. All that pulsating repetition gave me a headache, every time I listened. But I kept listening anyway.
A Minimalist Bibliography
I’ve been wanting to write a book about postminimalism, but editors tell me, “We can’t publish that, because no one knows anything about postminimalism, it’s not important music, it isn’t going to last.” That’s what they told me ten years ago about minimalism, too. The repetitiveness with which editors tell me these things has a certain, well, minimalist quality to it.