Source: LA Times.
Until this week, Georges Aperghis was a Greek composer never on Monday. At least never on the Monday Evening Concerts, which devoted its last concert of the season to him. Born in Athens in 1945 and living in France since 1963, Aperghis has all the qualities of an aging European avant-gardist increasingly irrelevant to a fashionable world in which people dance to a backbeat, demand that movies have plots and base businesses on the proposition that cellphones have reduced attention spans to something that would embarrass a goldfish. Aperghis, on the other hand, writes convoluted, incomprehensible music. He talks of questioning meaning and of twisted tracks. “Stories emerge,” is how his official biography describes his non-narrative music, “but are suddenly refuted.”