Like a good teacup ride.
Pay no attention to the Man Behind the Curtain.
I considered doing something else; more detailed, but that would require reading it again, and I'm not about to waste (another) thirty=dollar meal over it. That salad was GOOD.
But I do remember some parts of it, through the trauma. His strategy was curious.
I mean, I'm compromised because the nausea started early-on reading: I am not sure where I started blocking and speed-reading.
He came on nice, but then got ugly, par for course.
He wrote it liked flawed movements.
And then, the flaw any pro could see: to bring up a whipping-boy example, in this case the notorious (not) Slipknot hanging dealio. Sigh.
Off all the tragedies, and he pulls out THAT? Weak.
Then he goes on with more justification (I think, hard to tell as he runs rampant with this). And THEN, he circles around with an attempted rational argument, being "Romantic Music Is The Best."
Any musician worth squat has their ass cheeks contract when they hear "best." Basically, we are off the bus when we hear it, because it is a juke argument involving style that we have heard before.
All this coming from a non-player, unless you include air-batoning as an Olymian Ideal. Yeah.
That's all I can stand to say of it. It is a shitty essay (not really even an essay), and he even admits his defensive position, if you notice.
It smells like a ham and feet sandwich.
Thus spoke Zarathustra, my effing behind.
PS-- Oh, and this a good part... He actually offers a prize to anyone who can refer to what Schumann was referring to in the "last two phrases" of the piece he wrote for Clara. The 3rd MM, I think, is introspective, the 4th is a bombastic close (CMajor?). I like that piece.
The point is he just uses that as a vehicle. He's a dick.
Edited by Rich Engle, 21 March 2009 - 09:49 PM.