500 British Musicians Make Fuses Whilst Herr Strauss Orchestrates Confusion
Whilst reading about the early, poorly informed reaction in this country to the Alpine Symphony, I came upon this WWI piece, full of the fog of war. With opinion-forming columns like this it's no surprise that the Alpine Symphony was not played in London until 1923.
From the Hull Daily Mail 12.06.1915
Musicians and Munitions
Jobbers on the Stock Market and meat porters in Smithfield Market are not the only people who are lending a hand in the making of munitions. Musicians are also volunteering, and with the closing down of the concert season Sir Joseph Beecham is taking about five hundred of them into one of London’s suburbs next week where their delicate and clever fingers will be trained in the making of fuses and other parts. It is expected that they will readily adapt themselves to their new labour, just as artists and sculptors have distinguished themselves as RAMC dressers at London hospitals. Sir Joseph Beecham is certainly employing himself in a different manner to Herr Richard Strauss who is engaged now in composing an Alpine Symphony. In it the melodies of the European nations are introduced with a good deal of highly-coloured orchestral confusion. But gradually the German folksongs drown out and trample on the others till there is a storm of trumpet and drum, out of which a tremendous noise issues shouting the air of “Deutschland, Deutschland Uber Alles.” You picture triumphant Germany crowing from the top of the Jungfrau as from her very own dunghill and all the other peoples flattening themselves out towards the seas.
Whilst reading about the early, poorly informed reaction in this country to the Alpine Symphony, I came upon this WWI piece, full of the fog of war. With opinion-forming columns like this it's no surprise that the Alpine Symphony was not played in London until 1923.
From the Hull Daily Mail 12.06.1915
Musicians and Munitions
Jobbers on the Stock Market and meat porters in Smithfield Market are not the only people who are lending a hand in the making of munitions. Musicians are also volunteering, and with the closing down of the concert season Sir Joseph Beecham is taking about five hundred of them into one of London’s suburbs next week where their delicate and clever fingers will be trained in the making of fuses and other parts. It is expected that they will readily adapt themselves to their new labour, just as artists and sculptors have distinguished themselves as RAMC dressers at London hospitals. Sir Joseph Beecham is certainly employing himself in a different manner to Herr Richard Strauss who is engaged now in composing an Alpine Symphony. In it the melodies of the European nations are introduced with a good deal of highly-coloured orchestral confusion. But gradually the German folksongs drown out and trample on the others till there is a storm of trumpet and drum, out of which a tremendous noise issues shouting the air of “Deutschland, Deutschland Uber Alles.” You picture triumphant Germany crowing from the top of the Jungfrau as from her very own dunghill and all the other peoples flattening themselves out towards the seas.
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