Ron Dough
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They've just announced the death at 94 of Tikhon Khrennikov, Soviet composer, and, as Secretary of the Union of Soviet Composers, puppet of Zhdanov. Probably best known in the west for his difficult relationships with Shostakovich and Prokofiev, usually to their disadvantage. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tikhon_Khrennikov
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richard barrett
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« Reply #1 on: 09:40:30, 16-08-2007 » |
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The tear-shedding quotient seems to be too low for our instruments to measure, Ron.
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oliver sudden
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« Reply #2 on: 09:47:55, 16-08-2007 » |
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The only thing that's stopping my eyeballs drying up completely is the thought that I'd far rather have seen Shostakovich or Prokofiev live for 94 years.
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Bryn
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« Reply #3 on: 09:57:26, 16-08-2007 » |
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Perhaps Roger Wright will arrange a Khrennikov day?
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ahinton
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« Reply #4 on: 22:33:27, 17-08-2007 » |
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Perhaps Roger Wright will arrange a Khrennikov day? Somewhere in deepest darkest coldest Siberia might seem a good place, were it not for the fact that I would not wish to insult the natives by such a suggestion (remember the herring, the mackerel and the cod, Ian?). Khrennikov? As I put it to someone else, requiescat in whatever the Latin for conscience happens to be. Let's not insult Roger Wright in this way; after all, who really deserved TK?... Best, Alistair
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ahinton
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« Reply #5 on: 22:35:30, 17-08-2007 » |
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"As Dorothy Parker once said" (as the verse of Cole Porter's song Just One of Those Things begins), how can they tell?...
Best,
Alistair
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Reiner Torheit
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« Reply #6 on: 10:41:55, 18-08-2007 » |
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By strange happenstance I am currently sitting in deepest Siberia (doubtless some reading would happily have sent me here) - although it's not cold. In fact it's +31C and I'm sitting at an outdoor cafe in front of the Opera House in Ulan-Ude..with neither cod nor herring on the menu I must sadly make do with baked goats-cheese goujons on a bed of mixed leaves with balsamico dressing... Not a drum has been heard, not a funeral note, for the Quisling of the USSR's classical composers. In fact some of his music is played now and then - he wrote some songs that were featured in films, and they turn up in recitals as lollipop items. I was at just such a concert in Moscow last month, and Obratsova was in the audience. I was pleased to note that along with many, she withheld her applause from the item in question (even though it was her ex-pupil singing). It's amazing what has been done in the name of 'the Workers' This talentless stooge has no place in the annals of music - except as a persecutor of the art. Please don't wish him on Siberia - it's a nice and much misunderstood place, with some super music-making going on (Novosibirsk Opera + Phil, Krasnoyarsk Freshtival and more...)
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"I was, for several months, mutely in love with a coloratura soprano, who seemed to me to have wafted straight from Paradise to the stage of the Odessa Opera-House" - Leon Trotsky, "My Life"
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Tony Watson
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« Reply #7 on: 11:12:47, 18-08-2007 » |
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I've only just discovered this thread. There's a photograph of Khrennikov taken in 1948 in a book about Prokofiev which I find rather fascinating. He is seated, as though in the middle of a discussion, and surrounded by young people. The caption reads: Khrenniov, acclaimed by Soviet youth. (I can't find the photo on the internet.)
An interesting quotation from the facing page:
"In the West, the cult of the commonplace was a response to popular taste, inspired by greed: in the Soviet Union, it was the result of official preference."
And yet for all the official policy great composers shone through.
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pim_derks
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« Reply #8 on: 17:05:49, 24-08-2007 » |
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There was an item about Khrennikov in this week's episode of Last Word on Radio 4. You can listen to it over here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/news/lastword.shtmlI have a book about Khrennikov written by L. Grigoryev and Y. Platek, published in the United States in 1983 with permission of the Copyright Agency of the Soviet Union. A very strange but interesting book. Remarkable photographs of composers like Henri Dutilleux, Roger Sessions and Peter Mennin on their trips to the Soviet Union. The style of the book is simply hilarious: "Bela Bartok and Zoltan Kodaly, two of the galaxy of twentieth-century classical composers which also includes the name of Tikhon Khrennikov."A galaxy is a very large thing, you know.
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"People hate anything well made. It gives them a guilty conscience." John Betjeman
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Reiner Torheit
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« Reply #9 on: 17:23:25, 24-08-2007 » |
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"Bela Bartok and Zoltan Kodaly, two of the galaxy of twentieth-century classical composers which also includes the name of Tikhon Khrennikov."
A galaxy is a very large thing, you know.
Hehehe, the words "barrel" and "scraping" don't seem far away, do they? I've not heard a whisper about any suggestion of a commemorative concert of his works in Moscow... not that I would have any relish in attending one
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"I was, for several months, mutely in love with a coloratura soprano, who seemed to me to have wafted straight from Paradise to the stage of the Odessa Opera-House" - Leon Trotsky, "My Life"
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pim_derks
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« Reply #10 on: 19:33:01, 24-08-2007 » |
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On page 154 we read: "Franz Waxman conducted Khrennikov's Second Symphony and First Violin Concerto at the International Festival of Modern Music in Los Angeles, in 1961."
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"People hate anything well made. It gives them a guilty conscience." John Betjeman
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« Reply #12 on: 20:30:23, 24-08-2007 » |
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« Reply #13 on: 14:55:54, 25-08-2007 » |
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:::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::: As far as Khrennikov is concerned (at least to the extent to which I am familiar with his music), Iwould not even worry about his colon, contenting myself instead with the knowledge that he has been finally brought to a full stop. Best, Alistair
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