Here’s another Bernard Holland train wreck, which doesn’t justify my time, nor anyone else’s time. So, I’ll just give you a link and a parting faux pas.
The link.
The faux pas:
And “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik,” almost a part of popular culture by now, was swift, clean and gimmick-free.
My italics. Eine Kleine Nachtmusik. And another Eine Kleine Nachtmusik. Enjoy, you Detritus masochists.
4/1/08
I'm Really Tired of This Dreck
Posted by Empiricus at 1:32 PM
Labels: Bernard Holland, Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, Mr. Holland, Mr. Shoe, NY Times
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My favorite part:
"Art for art’s sake was nowhere to be found at this event. The lonely artist, resolute in the face of public animosity but confident of posterity’s acclaim, also decided to stay home. I did not miss either."
How dare composers compose what they want! Why can't they just all pander to MY tastes?!
Sheesh.
"Different in their methods and their messages, Mozart and Gunther Schuller had at least one thing in common on Sunday afternoon: a desire to please."
That's a neat trick for a guy who's been dead for 218 years. Zombie Mozart's quite the showman!
Oh, and you know what I really dig in my music reviews? Free-market propaganda:
"Write something that the public wants to hear, and you will get money for it. If you write something better than the public could ever expect to hear, you may do even better."
Or you could write music that people like to hear, even music "better than the public could ever expect to hear," and nonetheless get buried in a common grave, as Mozart was.
What an ass.
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