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I know! Quite a bit of that applies, mutatis mutandis. I tend to wear socks, however, and tend not to hand out sweeties to children in the park. Otherwise....Originally posted by mercia View Post
The quote on Record Review this morning which spurred this thread was the lovely ambiguous compliment he paid Marie Jaëll - "speak to me of La Jaëll, here is an intelligent, witty woman, she produces her own works for the piano, which are just as bad as those by Liszt"
I've always rather loved Brahms for reputedly falling asleep during Liszt's B minor sonata - being played by Liszt (who was not amused).
And then every time I hear a Brahms piece lately - the op. 111 quintet last weekend, the op 18 sextet on R3 on Thursday morning - I just seem to 'get' what every note means, as if it were coming out of my own head.
Right - time for a late lunch at the Red Hedgehog!
"...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 sometime voices..."
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Well there's one talentless bastard here who's looking forward to hearing if your claim is confirmed!Originally posted by Flosshilde View Post
"...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 sometime voices..."
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The one composer above all with whom I completely identify is undoubtedly Shostakovich. I've said before on here that those pictures of DSCH taken in the 1940s bear a more than a passing resemblance as well. I'm not keen on football, though.
"The sound is the handwriting of the conductor" - Bernard HaitinkComment
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Bela Bartok.Comment
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But was he a closet serial apologist? We should be told!Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View PostComment
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Wife? What wife?Originally posted by jean View PostIt isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.Comment
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ff: I trust you are 'non semper dolens' and more 'indolent' (in the medical sense, you understand)Originally posted by french frank View PostJohn Dowland
Sans beard, of course.
I keep hitting the Escape key, but I'm still here!Comment
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I chose the gloomiest picture I could find to illustrate my choiceOriginally posted by LeMartinPecheur View Postff: I trust you are 'non semper dolens' and more 'indolent' (in the medical sense, you understand) (Oops, wipe that grin off your face … )
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.Comment
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I've always thought I bear a close resemblance in so many ways to that great German, Samuel Scheidt ...
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Hans Pfitzner.Comment
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Prone to self doubt.
Bit of an inferiority complex.
Lost religious faith.
Sometimes depressed.
Not good company.
And yet
Sense of humour.
Fond of puns and jokes.
Loves dogs.
Loves football.
Can be really good company if not the quite the life and soul of the party.
That's me and Elgar I thinkComment
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