Geirr Tveitt (1908-1981)

In comments to the classical music hit list

(which nobody’s picked up yet as a blog meme, as of this writing; come

on, people!), my friend Robert (whose patience with me is apparently

unbounded, for many reasons) takes me slightly to task for not listing

anything by Norwegian composer Geirr Tveitt, whom Robert discovered a

year or two ago and then pushed on me, for which I have been enormously

grateful. I could plead the “space excuse”, saying that I just didn’t

have room for it all, which is true; and also that the list was meant

to capture works that I think casual listeners of classical music are

likely to have heard, which doesn’t as yet seem true of Tveitt, a guy

who’s only really been on the radar screen in the last couple of years

since his work suddenly started turning up on recordings.

Tveitt was a Norwegian composer, and a strongly nationalistic one,

basing nearly all of his output (so far as I know) heavily on Norwegian

folk song and melody and composing for Norwegian ethnic instruments

such as the Hardanger fiddle. (Incidentally, persons who have seen the Lord of the Rings

films have heard the Hardanger fiddle in action, and likely not

realized it. The solo stringed instrument that often sounds the motif

for Rohan in The Two Towers and The Return of the King is a Hardanger fiddle.) His most accessible works, I have found, are the amazing suites of the Hundred Hardanger Tunes, which are simply orchestral arrangements of Norwegian folk tunes. Tveitt strikes me as a Norwegian version of Percy Grainger, albeit a more serious one whose playful side is more restrained.

Tveitt’s work is at once moody, playful, serene, tempestuous, familiar,

and challenging. Tveitt is also a tragic figure in music history,

because of a fire in his home in 1970 that destroyed most of his output

(of 300 works, 90 survived). Exploring Tveitt’s unique sound world can

be done fairly cheaply, as there are several discs of his music on the

budget Naxos label; if those are to the listener’s liking, I also

recommend the full-price CDs of Tveitt’s music on the BIS label —

especially the amazing concertos for Hardanger fiddle.

For a taste of Tveitt, here are two selections from the Hundred Hardanger Tunes Suite No. 2, songs no. 24 (“Do you hear the song in the waterfall’s roar?”) and no. 25

(“Lame Lars, his fairy fiddle tune”). They’re very short — together

they run under three minutes — but they’re very evocative and they

contrast nicely. (I’ll be taking them down after a week or two, so

listen now!)

One of the things that never ceases to amaze me about classical music

is the staggering amount of riches one can find if one just goes past

the obvious choices. Instead of listening to The Planets

or Beethoven’s Seventh again, why not reach for something you’ve not

only never heard, but never heard of? (Although, in truth I must admit

that this sentiment probably isn’t unique to just classical music.)

UPDATE (7-15-04): I have now removed the two MP3’s, so those links are now broken.

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Public Announcement

Here at Byzantium’s Shores, I maintain a strictly “heads attached” policy.

I mention this because I’ve had a handful of search-engine hits the last couple of days — not many, but enough that I feel I should say something — from people looking for photographs of beheadings. I’m not squeamish at all, and I think that things like the Nick Berg and Kim Sun Il videos should be available so that we can see for ourselves the incredible evil of gutless cowards who put on masks before they murder an innocent person while chanting their own particular religious slogan, but you’re not going to find them here.

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I don’t get it (a brief bit of musing about climate)

You can’t live in a northern city like Buffalo without hearing constant refrains from people who pine for the day when they can finally ditch the snow and what they claim to be oppressive humidity (which, in Buffalo, isn’t nearly as bad as what you’ll find in cities that are actually on the Atlantic seaboard, like NYC, Boston, and Philadelphia) for places like, say, Phoenix. Phoenix is a big one, and when I stare at them, slackjawed, at the very idea of living in a place where highs reach 120 degrees fairly regularly, the old chestnut always comes up: “But it’s a dry heat!”

Well, here’s my thing. When I watch the TV meteorologists, during the summer we hear about the “Heat Index”, which is how hot it feels due to the temperature and the added effects of humidity. And if the Heat Index reaches, say, 100 degrees, well yes, that’s unpleasant, but I just completely fail to see the attraction of leaving a place where it occasionally feels like a hundred degrees in favor of a place where most times it actually is a hundred degrees. Is there some “reverse Heat Index” whereby in Phoenix, a thermometer reading of 110 only feels like 85 because it’s “dry”?

According to this site, at lower temperatures and lower humidities, the temperature can actually feel cooler than it is, but the difference doesn’t seem that great (a single degree in most cases), and that is only at lower temps to begin with. Even 105 degrees, at just 30 percent relative humidity, feels like 114 degrees. And then there’s that little clause beneath the table: “Exposure to full sunshine can increase HI values by up to 15 degrees F”. How often is it cloudy in Phoenix?

I’m not trying to pick on Phoenix here (although I once looked at a street map of the place, and I found its nearly perfectly aligned street grid a bit unnerving). I just find odd the degree to which we’ve come to worship sun and heat in this country, much to my poor city’s detriment. I blame the Beach Boys. Longhaired twits.

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My EYES! my EYES!

Do I have any readers from Seattle who can either confirm or deny that the new public library there is as ugly as it looks?

I don’t have as much against really “out there” kinds of buildings, and I kind of like the way this thing looks from the outside, except to note that I think it belongs more on Coruscant or Starfleet Academy than in Seattle, but the inside is just horrible, to judge by Kunstler’s pictures. But then, I’m one of those weird folks what likes to see books someplace in eyeshot upon entering a library.

UPDATE: Here‘s a more detailed exegesis on how bad it is. It doesn’t look like any kind of human element was planned for at all.

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E-mail Digs

I forgot to announce a while back that I got one of those nifty G-mail accounts. You’re all free to use it, of course, although I do still plan to use my AOL account for my main address. (Somehow, my AOL address has never been that much of a spam accumulator. I don’t know why.)

Anyway, the G-mail address is jaquandor AT gmail dot com.

(And for some reason, I haven’t been given any of those “invitations” yet. I wonder how long until that happens?)

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News to Me

Via Matthew Yglesias, I have just learned that one of the Right’s favorite myths about Democrats not being tolerant of differing views, that Pennsylvania Governor Robert Casey was denied a speech at the 1992 Democratic National Convention because he was pro-life, isn’t true.

You’d think that such a belief, so wide-spread that even liberal Democrats like myself believed it until about six minutes ago, would find it hard to take root in a land where the media is so lockstep in cadence with the political Left in this country. Weird. That’s quite a head-scratcher.

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