Charles Ives - Majority

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The Masses! The Masses! The Masses have toiled
Behold the works of the World!
The Masses are thinking
Whence comes the thought of the World!
The Masses are singing
Whence comes the Art of the World!
The Masses are yearning
Whence comes the hope of the World
The Masses are dreaming
Whence comes the visions of God!
God's in His Heaven
All will be well with the World!
 
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Arguably the first modernist composer, Charles Ives (1874-1954) was a solitary figure who composed in obscurity for most of his life. The son of a U.S. Army bandleader, Ives enjoyed a wildly successful career as an insurance executive. In his spare time, he composed music in a wide variety of genres that combined popular song, church hymns, military marches, and European art music in ways that used tone clusters, polytonality, and other techniques decades before they were adopted by European composers.