Let's get all geeky! Soho the Dog, slated to be added to my blog
kennel the next time I update my Blogger template (tentatively
scheduled for December, 2025) riffs at length on the influence of
R&B, soul, and gospel on white pop music. Soho's specific
illustration of this influence is a single chord progression.
My mouth is watering. Did someone just mention chord progressions?
Read
the whole thing. I'm interested in a somewhat tangential point
made near the end. He's talking about the plagal cadence, also called
the "amen cadence" or IV-I or subdominant-tonic cadence, particularly
when it acts as a foundation for an entire harmonic language. In other
words, when the plagal determines what chords and chord progressions
get emphasized and form the defining harmonic boundaries that help give
a piece of music its distinctive feel (as opposed to the plagal's main
competitor, the authentic cadence, AKA V-I or dominant-tonic):
You know who else used to stack his harmonies heavily
towards the
plagal, the flat side of the circle of fifths? Edward Elgar. And for
precisely the same reason that Brian Wilson does—to
give the music a sense of melancholy grandeur, a sense that bright,
sturdy perfect [sic; more precisely, he means "authentic"] cadences
would flood with too much sonic light. Now I
know that Brian Wilson wasn't consciously trying to imitate Sir Edward.
But they both heard the bittersweet longing within the plagal cadence,
and chose their vocabularies accordingly. Tracing influences is
fascinating, but for me, just as fulfilling is the realization that
even total musical strangers are sometimes, in the same way, chasing
the same star.
This relates to an opinion I've been forming for a long time: whole
eras of western musical progress can be characterized by either plagal
or authentic cadences. In fact, I'll suggest this hypothesis: the
plagal is the default sensibility, since it was operative throughout
music up to the end of the renaissance, and vied with the authentic
cadence in the Baroque, and became truly operative only during the
period of Viennese classicism. It's inherent instability (artistically
speaking; harmonically it's
too stable) caused it to be
abandoned gradually throughout the romantic period, after which the
natural order of plagal supremacy was restored.
As you can infer, I'm biased toward the plagal. Indeed, I blame Haydn
for following the authentic cadence to its illogical conclusion, and it
is this belief that makes me hate his music far beyond any other. But
here's the problem that lurks within the plagal: the flat side of the
circle of fifths may produce melancholy and warmth, but it is also a
region of safety. There, harmonies blend more easily. It is the
rightful place of cowards, among whom I would name Elgar (and Ives and
many others).
The worst examples of this cowardice is found in the (very) mediocre
choral music I sometimes receive in the mail for free from publishers.
They are composed for unsophisticated performers, and tend to be
harmonically tame in the extreme. The one flamboyance allowed is an
occasional lowered seventh in the melody in phrases where it ascends to
the tonic. This eliminates the dominant chord as a possibility, and
give the piece a faux-modal vibe. I see this compositional tic in
these pieces over and over and
over and over. Or more
honestly, I don't see it anymore, because I stopped wasting my time on
the junk publishers send me for free.
I hate the cloying candy of Haydn-influenced music, but I despise
cowardly composing. One of my compositional aims has been to find ways
to bring the brightness of sharp accidentals to plagal-based music.
It's not easy; many combinations of these two traits are unnatural.
One very successful example comes from the late romantic period:
Wagner (who, in the context of this discussion, must be regarded as a
hero) worked a IV chord with a suspended sharp 4th resolving downward
to the 3rd over and over in
Tristan. This suspension deserves
all the attention that has been wasted on the so-called Tristan chord
down through the years. When, as a teenager, I discovered this
suspension, I used it like a lab monkey hitting the pellet release in a
cocaine-addiction study.
Dang, this post is long.
What's sad is that this idea of mine is still only half-baked, and
geeky
ne plus ultraissimo. Yet I spend a fair amount of my
life thinking about it, and stuff like it. The great steel cage match
between the plagal and the authentic is
important to me.
Blogging is supposed to be the great enabler of esoteric discussion,
but I'm not kidding myself: at this point in this post, I have about
one reader left. Hi, mom.
Labels: MusicTheory