"So now, thirty years, forty years later, I mean, I could find a whole orchestra of a thousand to put these things together in New York City alone. In those days, if I could scrape up twenty musicians to do this it was something extraordinary"
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Schuller is quietly bragging, but it’s the kind of brag that lands as a cultural diagnosis. The “orchestra of a thousand” isn’t just a flex about New York’s talent pool; it’s a measurement of how an idea that once felt borderline impossible became infrastructure. He’s pointing to a shift from scarcity to abundance, from a niche experiment to an ecosystem robust enough to be taken for granted.
The subtext is about legitimacy. In “those days,” scraping together “twenty musicians” wasn’t merely a logistical headache; it signaled that the musical world didn’t yet have the personnel, training, or appetite for what he was trying to do. Schuller spent his career arguing for expanded musical borders (Third Stream, the serious conversation between classical and jazz). You can hear the memory of skepticism in the sentence: back then, assembling forces was “extraordinary” because the culture hadn’t caught up to the concept.
He also smuggles in a mild warning. When you can “find” endless musicians, the struggle that once sharpened the mission disappears. The romance of the impossible gives way to professionalization: more players, more competence, but potentially less urgency. His offhand math (“thirty years, forty years later”) underscores that this isn’t a single breakthrough; it’s generational change, the long payoff of advocacy, education, and a city that metabolizes new art forms until they become available on demand.
It’s a reminiscence that doubles as a ledger: progress counted in bodies, and in how hard it used to be to get anyone to believe.
The subtext is about legitimacy. In “those days,” scraping together “twenty musicians” wasn’t merely a logistical headache; it signaled that the musical world didn’t yet have the personnel, training, or appetite for what he was trying to do. Schuller spent his career arguing for expanded musical borders (Third Stream, the serious conversation between classical and jazz). You can hear the memory of skepticism in the sentence: back then, assembling forces was “extraordinary” because the culture hadn’t caught up to the concept.
He also smuggles in a mild warning. When you can “find” endless musicians, the struggle that once sharpened the mission disappears. The romance of the impossible gives way to professionalization: more players, more competence, but potentially less urgency. His offhand math (“thirty years, forty years later”) underscores that this isn’t a single breakthrough; it’s generational change, the long payoff of advocacy, education, and a city that metabolizes new art forms until they become available on demand.
It’s a reminiscence that doubles as a ledger: progress counted in bodies, and in how hard it used to be to get anyone to believe.
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