The new, artfully punned album from super modern maestro Philip Glass, “Breaking Glass”, is a superb piece of post classical deconstruction. At 32:08 it is indeed a bold, view changing piece of work.
The primary movement revolves around a 300lb salmon tinged glass chandelier being struck as if it were a piñata by a post clothed Dale Chihuly wielding a limited edition Barry Bonds* Louisville Slugger. His nakedness, at first, seems beside the point being a completely aural piece of work, however, once listened to, I believe you will agree with me that the shame and freedom of the nudity comes through quite clearly. There’s a wonderful arpeggio of breaking glass in A minor about 3/4ths of the way through that took me immediately back to a July morning in 1998 when I discovered my car window had been smashed and my stereo stolen. The damage done, a hole left in my car. Freud, once famously said, a car was simply an extension of a man’s soul. Or maybe that was Brian Wilson.
Ultimately, the recording is a deeply personal and oddly collaborative work between these two masters. Both exposing themselves, Dale quite literally, Philip more spiritually, to a harsh and cold world where art is no longer a gentle and loved thing, but like the current cineplex blockbuster, a mindless, violent expression of a shattered world. Powerful stuff.
Post Scriptus ~ Sadly, much like when a film goes straight to DVD, “Breaking Glass”, from what I understand, has gone straight to Out Of Print. Think what it will fetch on eBay!