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Eine grosse Nachtmusik

This is for NickM. If this doesn’t have the effect on you that you allowed as how Clint (in “Unforgiven”) should have on every right-thinking boy or girl of most genders, then you got a problem.

For here, HERE is Punch on steroids!

And it perfectly illustrates why great music played greatly doesn’t necessarily require 9000% gain on your amplifier.

I’m dog food. :>)))

By the way: the first hushed section comes to an end at 4:39 and the main theme recommences at once. I wouldn’t do it that way. I would kill all sound at the end of the quiet section–DEEP BREATH–then hit the main theme again. Doesn’t have to be either as harsh or as loud as it was at first, but there should be no elision between the sections. IMO, of course. RAB may differ. *g* (I also think the tempo speeds up ever so slightly, when it shouldn’t.)

I can’t resist adding this, from one of the commenters:

Actually I’m far more awestruck by the introduction. For me, it is like listening to the creation of the universe. I hear the collisions of atoms, stars, galaxies, big bangs followed by majestic nebulae and interstellar particles gracefully expanding. Don’t ever skip the incredible beginning.

3 Comments

  1. NickM says:

    Thanks Julie. I dunno about the USA but that over here that is invariably used as a sound-track to good old steam engines and Fred Dibnah stuff. I can’t get that out of my head because the Industrial Revolution is the reason I can buy a pineapple without seeing the bank manager. I fear for it. The Greens hate it, Prince Charles hates it (nobody who falls off their polo pony and is asked for a urine sample in hospital – I assume to rule out kidney damage, fair enough – but Chuckles required “The Holder of the Royal Piss-Pot in Ordinary”. (At least it wasn’t the “Groom of the Stool”) tells me we are too industrialized and materialistic – this from a man who has a Palace in central London, another Palace in the sticks and owns Devon! It’s easy to deride labour saving gadgets when you have hordes of peasants. What shifts things is the idea that it ain’t wealth but imagination that makes the diff. I could have three hundred concubines like the potentates of old and folk to lift and carry and wash-up. They didn’t have this 300 quid Lenovo though. They couldn’t watch Chelsea beat Reading 7-5 after going 4 down and Theo getting a hat-trick.

    The Industrial Revolution changed everything. Literally just down the road from where I grew up (more accurately three miles – but it is a nice walk) is Mr George Stephenson’s house. There the World took off. People bitched and moaned as ever over going at the unprecedented speed of 25mph! And his loco, the Rocket, did accidentally kill an MP who was wandering on the line. A Good Thing.

    So for me that music is the Industrial Revolution. Or entering the era of not eating dung (have you been eating dung again Baldrick?). Of Neil and Buzz and Mike going on a trip, of Lockheed and Boeing, of Airbus and Embraer. Of Apple and Microsoft. Samsung and LG. Sony and Hitachi.

    That is when it started and that is why I love it. Because music kinda connects with stuff. And to me that piece of Prokofiev connects with the point the World took off.

  2. RAB says:

    “Be not afeard. The Isle is full of noises,
    Sounds. and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
    Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
    Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices,
    That, if I then had wak’d after long sleep,
    Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming,
    The clouds methought would open and show riches
    Ready to drop upon me, that when I wak’d,
    I cried to dream again.

    Willy and the Shakers… The Tempest.

  3. Julie near Chicago says:

    Nick,

    Yes, I can absolutely see how it would take you that way. Perfectly illustrates what you’re talking about, doesn’t it. :>)

    —-Actually I don’t recall ever hearing it except on its own, as a symphonic performance. Not even as accompaniment to the ballet.

    For me, from the very first it evoked the primordial…to which I already alluded, and in further discussion of which I will not engage in this Public Venue. *g* (Suffice to say, the initial image I had is still fun to revisit!)

    RAB.

    “Willy and the Shakers”??? Next I suppose we’ll be hearing about “Wifey and the Bathers” or some such! LOL

    “A thousand twanging instruments,” yes for sure…. And that’s a wonderful quote, although to me it’s not quite about the Edge (“sweet airs that … hurt not”).

    I wonder what Sergei P. was like, as a person. You probably know he and Rachmaninoff were (it is said) engaged in a lifelong “measuring” contest…. At some point he attended one of R.’s piano concerts and went so far as to compliment the great one, after the concert, on how well he’d played. To which R. responded, “And I suppose you thought I’d play badly?”

    LOL! That anecdote is purely from memory, and I think it might be in Schoenberg’s book. But that’s the gist of it anyway.

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