Nature of Music Criticism
The musicologist Winton Dean has suggested that music is probably the most difficult of the arts to critcize." Unlike the plastic or literary arts, the 'language' of music does not specifically relate to human sensory experience - Dean's words, "the word 'love' is common coin in life and literature: the note C has nothing to do with breakfast or railway journeys or marital harmony." Like dramatic art, music is recreated at every performance, and criticism may therefore be directed both at the text (musical score) and the performance. More specifically, as music has a temporal dimension that requires repretition or development of its material "problems of balance, contrast, expectation and fulfilment ... are more central to music than to other arts, supported as these are by verbal or representational content." The absence of a clearly evolved or consensual musical aesthetics has also tended to make music critcism a highly subjective issue. "There is no counter-check outside the critic's own personality".
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