Classical Music: A Starting Point

A while back I was asked to provide some recommendations for people getting started in classical music, and I began by providing a “road-map” of sorts for your typical classical music section. And then, in my own indomitable fashion, I forgot about the whole thing.

Until now. [Insert rolling chords of portentous doom here]

The problem that comes up is mainly one of strategy. How should one enter the world of classical music? It’s not that big a deal, really; there’s nothing more daunting about making one’s first real foray into classical music than there is about making one’s first real foray into, say, poetry or sculpture or whatever else. But for some reason, a lot of times people take the wrong strategy for entrance, and thus classical music ends up overwhelming them. (Not unlike my high school’s practice of tossing ninth-grade English students right into Shakespeare in the first two weeks of school. I’ve long been convinced that this practice more effectively kills any possible love of Shakespeare that might have otherwise developed.)

My own experience with classical music was fairly complicated: first of all, I loved film music long before I got into classical music in a big way, so I was at least passingly familiar with the ins-and-outs of an orchestra and the sound it makes. Also, my older sister was always into classical music as long as I can recall, so I was always hearing it in the next bedroom, even if I wasn’t actively listening. And finally, I myself participated in the school band from fifth grade on, so I had some theoretical background in music before I got into classical in a big way. (This occurred roughly in ninth grade.)

So, I’m not sure how to present classical music to someone without similar background, someone whose exposure is significantly less than mine was at the time that I came to it. But for what it’s worth, I tend to advocate not piling up collections of the “Old Warhorses” of the classical music literature in slapdash fashion, snatching up Beethoven and Bach and Mozart and Wagner just because they’re, you know, the Old Warhorses. Instead I recommend that people begin their explorations with works heavy in both melody and drama and then branching out, often working backward. (And if you’re really new to classical music, avoid any music described as “serial” or “atonal”. Trust me. This kind of music is composed on a totally different set of assumptions from what you’re used to, and you’ll be right in the midst of “Shakespeare for thirteen year olds” again.)

So, I’d start with works like Rachmaninov’s Symphonies and Piano Concertos; for the Symphonies, I would highly recommend Vladimir Achkenazy conducting the Concertgebouw Orchestra (which are helpfully available in a two-disc budget package, last time I checked). In fact, I’d recommend Ashkenazy in general with regards to Rachmaninov. With Rachmaninov, you get shimmering orchestrations, sweeping melodies, and a good healthy dose of brooding Slavic character. From Rachmaninov, one can then branch out into contemporary Russians: Scriabin and Prokofiev, definitely, and then Shostakovich.

Then, staying with Russians, go to Tchaikovsky and Rimsky-Korsakov. In the case of the latter, get a recording of Scherherazade. This is a spectacular symphonic suite inspired by The Arabian Nights, and its orchestration is guaranteed to amaze. Tchaikovsky is the greater of these two; here I’d recommend any (or all) of the Fourth, Fifth and Sixth symphonies, along with the Piano Concerto #1 (actually, this work is probably a bit overexposed, but it’s a good way to find out what concertos are all about) and the ballets. Don’t bother with the ballet suites, get the entire ballets. And if you must, get a recording of the 1812 Overture (make sure you get digital cannons), and the Capriccio Italien, although neither of these are favorites of mine.

That’s probably a decent start for now. If you’re like me in that your interest in classical music is fueled somewhat by an appreciation for film music, taking the “Russians First Approach” might be the best way to make the transition from film music (which tends to be all melody-and-drama) to music where form becomes more important. It’s about training the ear to listen to the orchestra and to attend to longer forms of music than one is accustomed to, but with the emphasis on drama and melody typically in the Russian tradition, I think a newcomer might be a bit less “at sea” as they begin their explorations. Of course, one can’t stay with Russians forever; sooner or later, a person exploring classical music must grapple with the Germanic tradition, which is by far the mightiest current in all of classical music. So that’s where I’ll try to go next time.

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Must be the movies them kids is watchin’ nowadays….

I don’t read every review Roger Ebert writes, so I didn’t initially check out his review of a film called Elephant, which is apparently inspired by the Columbine school shootings. But in the review, Ebert provides his own interesting rebuke to those who invariably want to blame such events on violent films. I’d be interested to see him develop his point farther. Or anyone, really.

(via This Century Sucks)

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Thanks, Guys!

The Astronomy and Sky Gods evidently felt a bit of guilt for clouding up the Buffalo skies during the remarkable instances of aurora borealis a week ago, so they made up for it last night by shooing every cloud away during the total eclipse of the moon. Watching the black shadow start to slide over the Moon is always a thrilling experience, and each time I see an eclipse I wonder how the ancient civilizations reacted to it — a normal moonlit night gradually going dark, and then light again.

Here, by the way, is a recent Astronomy Picture of the Day that shows an eclipsed moon in the infrared spectrum. Very cool.

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Wrath of the Northmen

Via Neil Gaiman I see that worship of Thor, Odin, Loki and all the rest of the Norse pantheon has been recognized as legitimate religious practice in Denmark. Upon receiving the news, residents of England’s northeastern coast put new locks on all their doors.

Additionally, the Danish government has seized all documents and publications relating to this guy, on the basis that they are now religious relics.

In related news, representatives of Tim LaHaye and Jerry Jenkins insisted that the author duo has no plans to write a series of turgid and boring books about Ragnarok.

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Friday’s Burst of Weirdness

Wherein I present the strangest thing I’ve found online this week: Mustaches for Peace!

Yup, they’re growing mustaches to make a statement for World Peace. OK then….it’s one thing to put a ribbon on your lapel for a cause, but something like this strikes me as a tad disingenuous, as if all the people who already have mustaches are somehow co-opted into the cause. (I don’t have a mustache.)

When I was in college, the school’s “Gay and Lesbian” support club decided to have a “Wear Blue Jeans for Gay Rights Day”, which completely flummoxed me: not only do I not even own any blue jeans, so I wouldn’t have been able to participate, but blue jeans are pretty much the uniform for college students. Why make your symbolic article of clothing something that most folks are going to wear anyway? That’s like coming to Buffalo on January 15 and having “Wear a Parka to Save the Whales Day”.

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Putting the “Crap” in “Craptacular”

Writing has sucked for about a week now. It’s not a blockage, so much as a scene that I can’t seem to wrap my mind around. I thought I had it figured out, and I had about 600 words done in the scene Wednesday…but then yesterday, my Muse knocked on my door, pointed out the gross continuity error I was committing, and then whacked me on the knee with a crowbar before leaving again. Ugh.

(Yeah, I could just skip the tough scene and come back to it, but I just don’t like to work that way.)

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If it’s Sweeps Month, then “ER” must be killing off an older actor

As much as I love Bob Newhart, I must admit I’m getting tired of ER‘s habit of bringing in “elder statesmen” actor and actresses to play older people with long-term health problems. In addition to Bob Newhart going blind, we’ve had Alan Alda with Alzheimer’s, James Cromwell dying of something (cancer, I think it was), Sally Field with bipolar disorder, William H. Macy losing his mojo, et cetera. But then, I think it would be funny if ER lasted, say, another twenty years; that way when the Med School class of 2023 is working County Hospital, George Clooney can come back and play Doug Ross on death’s door.

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The Life of an Iowan

Sean has decided to do something new: he’s experimenting with autobiography in blog form, with a new blog called My Childhood In Iowa. Presumably the project will end when he gets to the momentous day that he met Yours Truly.

(Yeah, like he remembers that! I actually do remember meeting Sean, though, because he was one of the very first people I met in college outside of the little circle consisting of myself, my room-mate, and two guys across the hall. I’d have met a lot more people than that in the first days, but I missed out on all the “Freshman Orientation” stuff because of a summer job of mine. I was a counselor at a summer music camp that went so late that by the time I got to college for Freshman year, the Orientation business — wherein the incoming Freshmen basically played a whole lot of “Get to know each other” games — was pretty much over. If I recall correctly, I was supposed to get there on Wednesday before the first week of classes, but I actually arrived on Saturday evening. Not much of a loss, really; I’ve always had a tendency to clam up in situations that are specifically designed to force one to meet others. I prefer to get to know people in “real life”, when they’re far less likely to be “faking it”.

Anyhoo, my chief memory of Sean is of him sitting in these incredibly-early morning philosophy classes as he issued sage proclamations whilst munching a bagel he’d snarfed from the Caf during our five-minute break halfway through class. My own proclamations were considerably less sage, which I attribute to my then-inability to function before 10:00 a.m. And with that, this post has crossed the line from “interesting anecdote” into “dull filler”.)

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