On a sunny afternoon in September 2017, I pulled up to Dominick Argento's Minneapolis home on tony Mount Curve Avenue. I was scheduled to interview the great composer for the occasion of his 90th birthday.
Fourteen operas. One Pulitzer Prize. One Grammy. One Guggenheim fellowship. Argento is musical royalty, especially here in Minnesota.
I confess, I was a little nervous as I double-checked my voice recorder that day. A recent transplant from Ireland, I had yet to meet the celebrated composer. I heard he could be a little irritable.
Much to my relief, our conversation proved wide-ranging and affable. And poignant, too. At one point, Argento mentioned how much he missed writing music since hearing loss forced him to stop composing in 2014. "I really feel I've gotten to the point where I know how to write," he said. "I feel I'm wasting my days."
Memories of that hour spent with Argento came flooding back when news arrived of the composer's death on Feb. 20.
Then came the inevitable questions a critic fields when a celebrated composer passes: What are his best works? Where does he sit among the pantheon of American classical artists?
Those questions are difficult to answer in the immediate aftermath of Argento's death. While he racked up awards and other accolades, his music certainly fell out of favor in recent decades. It's difficult to find performances of his operas in America these days. Even his magnificent choral works struggle to find exposure outside Minnesota. I suspect it will take decades to form a settled assessment of his musical legacy.
What's immediately clear, though, is that Argento was a musical maverick, a fiercely individual freethinker in the doughty American tradition of Charles Ives or Virgil Thomson. At a moment when many composers favored complexity and dissonance — Argento called it "Schoenberg's little revolution" — the accomplished Minnesotan never wavered in his belief that music was meant for audiences to enjoy. He believed music should make an immediate human connection.