Dietrich Buxtehude strikes me as a decent and likeable chap. Admittedly, I can't play the organ but have been to Lübeck. We know JS Bach walked 250 miles just to visit him there. He had some difficulty marrying off his daughter. No further comment.
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[QUOTE=Cornet IV;538414]Didn't it compose "The Spider's banquet"? I must have been misinformed then.Originally posted by Caliban View Post[COLOR="#0000FF"]And what the hell is WETA anyway?QUOTE]
The horse-headed weta (pronounced "wetta") is the largest insect in the world and native to New Zealand. Norra lotta people know that.
It is a frightfully menacing-looking ceature; I have spent a lifetime being terrified half to death by this awful thing. Mercifully, it does not compose and in consequence I could not possibly bear any visual resemblance to this horror. However, if the species were to decompose, I should be delighted.
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Though thankfully I am not in thrall to the depression suffered by Bernd Alois Zimmermann (nor eye problems as severe), I can relate to his self-description as [Rhenish] mixture of monk and Bacchus...Comment
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Watch it! You coul be in grave danger of incurring the wrath of JLW!...Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View PostComment
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Reminds me, gurnemanz, of my wonderfully eccentric school music teacher who once gave us dictated notes on Dietrich Buxtehude. I reproduce below the entire verbatim lesson:Originally posted by gurnemanz View Post
"Buxtehude did bad things but for good reasons."Comment
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Bit like Gesualdo, then.Originally posted by Tapiola View Post
Getting stuck in last night, I netted two JS Bachs, a Mozart, a Handel and a Brahms
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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No Liszt?
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See #68Originally posted by ardcarp View PostNo Liszt?
We've also had reference to Brahms's boorish behaviour while Liszt played his Sonata
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Gosh, if falling asleep when listening to music constitutes boorish behaviour, thank god I live on my own!Originally posted by Richard Tarleton View PostComment
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What - Liszt and Brahms? No, just BrahmsOriginally posted by ardcarp View PostNo Liszt?
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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The full story on p.229 of Alan Walker's biog, Volume 2. It was in 1853, Brahms was a mere 20, a virtual unknown. He and Reményi, a Hungarian violinist, were on tour, and had been cordially invited to Liszt's house in Weimar. A small group of Liszt's friends was present, a pile of Brahms's unpublished compositions was on the table (which Liszt had evidently looked at). Liszt came in, and said to Brahms, generous as ever, "We are interested in your compositions whenever you are ready and feel inclined to play them". At that, Brahms became very nervous, and neither Reményi nor Liszt could persuade him to the keyboard. Liszt said "Well I shall have to play". He picked up Brahms's manuscript of the Scherzo in E flat major, which according to those present was virtually illegible, and played it perfectly, while keeping up a running commentary on it, to Brahms's evident (according to the eye witnesses) amazement and delight. After further conversation someone asked Liszt to play his own B-minor sonata. Brahms fell asleep during it. Liszt noticed, played to the end, got up, left the room. The story tells us much more about Brahms than it does about Liszt. No, actually, it tells us a lot about both of them.Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View Post
Brahms proceeded to spend 3 weeks in Weimar, in Liszt's house. Reményi left, abandoning Brahms in Weimar, as he "did not wish to be associated with the hostility that Brahms had already begun to harbour against Liszt and his circle, which he felt was incompatible with the generosity they had enjoyed while staying under Liszt's roof". [Walker, op.cit.]
Brahms was a boor.Comment
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I'd say I'm most like Ravel.
No-one really knows me, I have an 'elusive' personality (or so I've been told); in fact, I don't even know myself.Comment
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"...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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