tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248503935075362425.post5490467359093403840..comments2024-03-26T07:58:59.761+00:00Comments on I'll think of something later: Ballad without wordsDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14506881804082382739noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248503935075362425.post-33612091904137925142011-11-11T21:20:56.764+00:002011-11-11T21:20:56.764+00:00I spoke too soon above. Delighted you like it. Res...I spoke too soon above. Delighted you like it. Responses at the concert were very mixed (but then he cut it so badly it made no sense - the one you've watched is absolutely complete). <br /><br />Like you, I came from a more literary/dramatic angle and love music that tells a story - the Darmstadt bloodlessness never get to me...<br /><br />Sorry, but I must confess (heresy!) that The Red Shoes is a film I can't stand - though I came to it late. I do love the Olympia act of Powell and Pressburger's Tales of Hoffmann, and some of their other films - Colonel Blimp is a masterpiece - but not that one.Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14506881804082382739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248503935075362425.post-43100109289161309072011-11-11T21:13:59.993+00:002011-11-11T21:13:59.993+00:00Yet another treasure trove from you, here!
Even t...Yet another treasure trove from you, here!<br /><br />Even though I’ve long known it’s so, I’m repeatedly taken aback by how bloody fairy tales can be. Hats off to Dvorak for tucking in as much lovely melody in this piece as he did. I do find the idea of telling a story in music only quite appealing. I suppose this is bound to be the case when an early childhood listening experience was Prokofiev’s Peter and the Wolf (though, in that case, Eleanor Roosevelt read the story—still, I was entranced by the idea that each character had a musical theme—and instrument(s)!). When in high school, I tried to pass it on a bit. While babysitting for a large brood across the street in our neighborhood, I sat two of the children down and played “The Red Shoes,” pointing out the story as I went along (who knows if I got it right, but I decided what was what based on what I remembered from the film, which I loved). Years later, while one of the two didn’t remember a thing about it, the other remembered it with fond delight.Susan Scheidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09250142489341777926noreply@blogger.com