Over *****y years ago, I was on a major exploration of all things RVW and the whole English pastoral bit round him — Finzi, Butterworth, Ireland, etc — so , of course, RVW 3rd was an important centrepiece. It was a symphony not a simple, single-minded pastoral serenade but it spoke to me from that pastoral tradition. Then, one morning, on the school/station run (me to the station then on to the school gates) we were in a west London rat run when there was the most eerie ullulation, rising in volume as we got closer. I stopped the car in the middle of the road and went on alone to investigate.
A lorry had turned left over the legs of a cyclist leaving him demented with agony. I freely admit that it was an experience and sound that slightly unhinged me for at least 48 hours. Finally, one evening, in search of comfort, I put on RVW's Pastoral — and I heard, not Matthew Arnold, not Samuel Palmer, not Malvern Hills, but Flanders, Thessaloniki and the all RVW saw with the ambulance unit. Those extra layers have stayed with me and in the music ever since.
A lorry had turned left over the legs of a cyclist leaving him demented with agony. I freely admit that it was an experience and sound that slightly unhinged me for at least 48 hours. Finally, one evening, in search of comfort, I put on RVW's Pastoral — and I heard, not Matthew Arnold, not Samuel Palmer, not Malvern Hills, but Flanders, Thessaloniki and the all RVW saw with the ambulance unit. Those extra layers have stayed with me and in the music ever since.
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