I always found that Tchaikovsky is a terribly underrated composer, and that Bernstein gives us a Tchaikovsky for people who really do like Tchaikovsky. You probably wouldn’t approve of Bernstein’s interpretations of his music, if you believe that Tchaikovsky is an “exhibitionist of feelings” (Alfred Einstein) whose music occasionally “stinks” (Hanslick), whose desperation sounds like “schlager music” (Adorno), and whose homosexual Slavic sentimentalism, which makes him the favorite composer of the “intellectual middle class” (Einstein again), requires a tyrannical martinet of a conductor, in order to whip that whiny effeminacy back into shape. 440 more words
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After my last post and the resulting abysmal runs I went off to the physio to see what she could help me with.
Not only did I get really good information and help, with instructions on exercises to do, I felt embarrassed by and ashamed of my lack of form. 309 more words
If I had a sway in the vocabulary of words people use, I would strike off the word FUTILE and every associated concept in the context that it is used within the social programming. 991 more words