Description
To walk with Klaus Huber along the path of creation for more than two decades is a singular experience. It's always in the present tense, because his friend's human imprint is indelible, and his music is one of those whose line and density transcend time. The political and musical projects carried out in their time with talent and each in their own style by the great musical figures of the twentieth century, including Luigi Nono, Pierre Boulez, Iannis Xenakis, Klaus Huber and others, reveal by contrast an abysmal contemporary void. Maintaining a confusion between entertainment and culture, subject to the diktats of the quantifiable, the marketable and the "accessible", our leaders now navigate by relying on a deregulated sextant: vagueness, ignorance, mediocrity and the secondary triumph. In this chaos, Klaus Huber's mission to give music the ability to shake people's consciences has taken on an imperative, not to say quasi-revolutionary, character. However, let there be no misapprehension: Klaus Huber's revolution is not that of those critics whose appetite for tabula rasa is merely the mirror image of their fascination for a conservatism even more outrageous than the one they claim to oppose. History is full of these false noses. His is in a completely different vein. It is personal, authentic and uncompromising, astronomical in the sense of a backward-looking movement, and a demanding but also benevolent introspection. His weapon? Music, which demands of both performer and listener a disposition that transcends and emancipates us in the sharing of an active spiritual communion of listening. Like the vigorous flame of utopia preserved from the mortifying Soviet glacis by the poet Ossip Mandelstam, a literary source, among others, where Klaus Huber drank, the flame in the form of a legacy that Klaus transmits to us, at a time when we are celebrating the centenary of his birth, radiates our chaotic and suffering contemporary horizon with its invigorating and regenerating fires. - Jean-Luc Menet