adduce what I consider to be an example of each (and leave it to the reader to decide which, if any, is the
honorable blunder and which the propaganda). The first comes from Pieter C. Van den Toorn’s Music,
Politics, and the Academy, a rebuttal of the so-called New Musicology of the 1980 s.
The question of an engaging context is an aesthetic as well as an historical and analytic-theoretical one. And once
individual works begin to prevail for what they are in and of themselves and not for what they represent, then context
itself, as a reflection of this transcendence, becomes less dependent on matters of historical placement. A great variety of
contexts can suggest themselves as attention is focused on the works, on the nature of both their immediacy and the
relationship that is struck with the contemporary listener.^5
The second is from the most recent narrative history of music published in America as of this writing,
Mark Evan Bonds’s A History of Music in Western Culture.
By the early 16th century, the rondeau, the last of the surviving formes fixes from the medieval era, had largely
disappeared, replaced by more freely structured chansons based on the principle of pervading imitation. What emerged
during the 1520s and 1530s were new approaches to setting vernacular texts: the Parisian chanson in France and the
madrigal in Italy.
During the 1520s, a new genre of song, now known as the Parisian chanson
emerged in the French capital. Among its most notable composers were Claudin de
Sermisy (ca. 1490–1562) and Clément Jannequin (ca. 1485–ca. 1560), whose works
were widely disseminated by the Parisian music publisher Pierre Attaingnant.
Reflecting the influence of the Italian frottola, the Parisian chanson is lighter and
more chordally oriented than earlier chansons.^6
This sort of writing gives everybody an alibi. All the active verbs have ideas or inanimate objects as
subjects, and all human acts are described in the passive voice. Nobody is seen as doing (or deciding)
anything. Even the composers in the second extract are not described in the act, but only as an impersonal
medium or passive vehicle of “emergence.” Because nobody is doing anything, the authors never have to
deal with motives or values, with choices or responsibilities, and that is their alibi. The second extract is
a kind of shorthand historiography that inevitably devolves into inert survey, since it does nothing more
than describe objects, thinking, perhaps, that is how one safeguards “objectivity.” The first extract
commits a far more serious transgression, for it is ideologically committed to its impersonality. Its
elimination of human agency is calculated to protect the autonomy of the work-object and actually prevent
historical thinking, which the author evidently regards as a threat to the universality (in his thinking, the
validity) of the values he upholds. It is an attempt, caught as it were in the act, to enforce what I call the
Great Either/Or, the great bane of contemporary musicology.
The Great Either/Or is the seemingly in escapable debate, familiar to all academically trained
musicologists (who have had to endure it in their fledgling proseminars), epitomized in the question made
famous by Carl Dahlhaus (1928–89), the most prestigious German music scholar of his generation: Is art
history the history of art, or is it the history of art? What a senseless distinction! What seemed to make it
necessary was the pseudo-dialectical “method” that cast all thought in rigidly—and artificially—
binarized terms: “Does music mirror the reality surrounding a composer, OR does it propose an
alternative reality? Does it have common roots with political events and philosophical ideas; OR is music
written simply because music has always been written and not, or only incidentally, because a composer
is seeking to respond with music to the world he lives in?” These questions all come from the second
chapter of Dahlhaus’s Foundations of Music History, the title of which—“The significance of art:
historical or aesthetic?”—is yet another forced dichotomy. The whole chapter, which has achieved in its
way the status of a classic, consists, throughout, of a veritable salad of empty binarisms.^7