To Sir James MacMillan, CBE, Pontificator and Fabricator
MacMillan is an Ayrshire born composer. There are times I don’t believe he exists so extreme and hair-brained are his published pronouncements on Scotland’s culture. Alas, the evidence is overwhelming – he really does exist. I have some of his music on CDs.
MacMillan’s regular leaden fulminations are risible; there is an acrid whiff of kow-towing to the elite. For example, in an article penned for the Spectator – that Scotland loving rag – he chooses to let the creative community in Scotland know they are duffers, second-rate losers. It’s an extraordinary outburst. And he hasn’t stop ranting since.
He delights in the category of ‘leading Catholic composer’ bestowed upon him by the Catholic church. Therein lies his strength and his catastrophic weakness. He is at home with ritual, unquestioning loyalty, supplication. MacMillan’s rushes to be painted among the saints on the apse.
Almost from the day he came to public notice with his London Proms premiere of “The Confession of Isobel Gowdie“, MacMillan has chosen to identify with the establishment of church and state. He collaborates with the Catholic church both in musical projects and in politics. I would describe him as a liturgical composer.
Luckily for him, the Scottish government chooses to exercise diplomatic decorum over his barroom bollocks. Fools who think democracy the preserve of the privileged and the wealthy repeat his fabrications with glee.
MacMillan is outraged that the people of Scotland, many English, do not conform to his idea of a strict two-party democracy, Labour and Tory, these days perceived as one party, the Business Party.
He is furious we voted for a third party, one dedicated to the interests of Scotland. This he condemns as a one-party state, one in which there is a voting system that guarantees those with the fewest popular votes will still gain a seat in parliament, and the presiding party is likely to be a minority government.
MacMillan the Frustrated Priest
MacMillan joins that happy clappy band of condescending colonials, their contempt equivalent to the treatment of that “little naked Indian fakir, Gandhi” by Churchill himself. By his disdain MacMillan makes himself opponent of elementary civil rights.
A far as one can tell MacMillan thinks the Nazi party run Scotland. This is not an unusual attitude from an obsessional lay Dominican of the Catholic Church, (as is his wife) the same church that invented the Inquisition, a brutal, fundamentalist inner group that, to most people’s surprise, still exists. It torments unorthodox South American priests these days because they’re easy targets, individuals not under the gaze of the western press. It’s a sect commissioned to go out and preach rather than stay cloistered in monasteries. It sounds like MacMillan.
I am unsure to which task MacMillan gives priority, composing or converting, because the tenets of Catholicism infects, (my choice of verb, he’d say infuses) all his music. To hear him speak politics is to hear him waffle, hesitate, unable to make his thoughts coherent. To hear his compositions is to listen to the Catholic Mass in Latin.
Catholicism Good, Civil Rights Bad
To be a good Catholic, indeed, to remain a Catholic, you must ignore the edicts of the Pope, so anti-life and anti-happiness is the church’s demands on strict adherence to Catholic law. In fact, you also have to stomach the permanent destruction of trust caused by rapacious paedophile priests, the protection of those criminals by cardinals, and the well-recorded money laundering of the Vatican bank.
None of those ‘indiscretions’ appear in MacMillan’s compositions sacrées, and nothing of the Catholic church’s attitude to abortion, a creed that condemns a victim of rape and syphilis to give birth. You won’t find MacMillan speaking out against those crimes in the Spectator magazine or elsewhere.
Achieving a balance
MacMillan claims “culture and education are being weaponised [sic] by political voices.” What political voices? Does he refer to over 300 years of inculcation by our colonial neighbour?
He dislikes us questioning whether the works of Shakespeare and Dickens are the be-and-end-all of literature, and he finds it intolerable that we discover some of our own of the highest standard but ignored. Damn it all, to MacMillan’s disgust Scots even win English prizes – Booker, Turner, and are given CBEs. Maybe he should return his bauble.
Evidence? What evidence? I have hearsay.
Without a shred of evidence MacMillan asserts, “Teachers were complaining that they were being railroaded into abandoning Shakespeare and Dickens in favour of ‘dire’ modern Scottish works.” Teachers banned Rowling’s tombstone books because they are poorly written. (And full of violence.)
Who is judging Scottish works “dire”? What works are they talking about? What criteria do they draw upon to dismiss the works? Are our writers, painters, poets only to be recognised and studied if approved by London’s glitterati? MacMillan is saying some teachers judge Scotland’s “artists” [he means artistes] second-rate set against an English equivalent. I hear that colonial bell clanging loudly.
MacMillan conjures comparisons from thin air:
“Boosterism is widespread: Scottish works are treated as simultaneously sublime and neglected. J.D. Fergusson is greater than Matisse; Hamish MacCunn is greater than Mahler; Alasdair Gray is greater than James Joyce.”
Hamish MacCunn is probably on par with the English Eric Coates. Both wrote overly jaunty, patriotic works in praise of their nation. They were of their time. No experienced painter or art historian would raise JD Fergusson to the ranks of Matisse, he was too influenced by his friends to be truly original. But there is justified argument in stating the Glasgow Boys created images easily as good if not ahead of Parisian contemporaries.
I am challenging his banal political outlook not his music, though I could take a swipe at its echoes of Bruckneresque flows and ebbs. I’ve worked with composers on many projects. But I’ve never worked with a composer whose parallel job is to vilify an elected administration of his own nation with falsehood and fabrication.
What the hell has Scotland done to deserve a composer who berates his own people, and holds deranged notions of enemies within our borders?
MacMillan must shudder asked to conduct the Royal Scottish National Orchestra. If he had his way he would pare it down to the ‘Royal Orchestra’ and domicile it in London.
In a nutshell, Macmillan exemplifies Scotland’s cultural cringe.
(After publishing this essay MacMillan blocked access to his Twitter site.)