In
three days time, the 2014 Proms programme will be announced, and the nation’s
cultural commentators will all try to sound surprised. The identity of the
headline performers is the biggest open secret in classical music, and you don’t
have to be at the BBC to have heard the names going round for months. Most
festivals and concert seasons announce their programmes up to a year in advance,
but the BBC likes to pretend that nobody knows about the Proms until ten weeks
before they begin.
The
Proms rightly prides itself as the greatest classical music festival in the
world, but it is plagued with silly traditions, and none are as silly as this –
apart possibly from the Last Night. And like the Last Night, it is a
distinctively British preoccupation that sits uneasily with the international
profile of the festival itself. Musicians from British orchestras tend to
maintain the spirit of the embargo, talking about Proms gigs in at least
slightly coded terms. Players in foreign orchestras, though, don’t bother, and
are usually happy to give you chapter and verse. Even the websites of many foreign
orchestras make the information plain, telling you the dates and times of the
London engagements in their summer tour, just leaving off the venue, presumably
to satisfy contract conditions with the BBC.
The
sheer impracticality of the embargo is what makes it such a farce. Publicity
for yearlong composer anniversaries will carry detailed information about every
event from January until December, apart from an ambiguously worded reference
half way down the list to a “major London summer music festival”. No doubt the
organisers of such anniversary celebrations are grateful for the exposure in
the Proms, but the complications it causes to their publicity cycle can’t
endear the system.
Then
there is the curious sideshow of commentators feigning ignorance. Here
is Petroc Trelawny, writing two days before the Proms launch in 2010 and
claiming to know only two percent of the programme. That’s an unlikely
scenario, and the embargo seems all the more fragile when it relies on such disingenuous
pronouncements.
I’ll
concede that I am in the industry, but I’m not in the know. There isn’t any
other festival or season that fails quite as badly to keep its programming
under wraps. Official season announcements by the Southbank Centre or the
Barbican, say, are always news to me: a genuine surprise rather than a
manufactured one.
Roger
Wright, like every Proms controller before him, has charted a course between
tradition and innovation, subtly reinventing the festival every year, but
without seriously disrupting any of the traditions it clings to. Now he is
moving on to Aldeburgh, leaving these challenges to his successor (who, funnily
enough, has yet to be named). I doubt that however it is will be willing to
tackle issues like the hegemony of season ticket holders in the arena, or the abysmal
acoustic of the Albert Hall, but perhaps the programme embargo could be one
issue for their to-do list. There is nothing wrong with keeping this
information secret and then making it public with pomp and fanfare – but why
not do it in November rather than April?
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