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On the Shostakovich thread Sydney Grew was recently kind enough to draw our attention to Hugh Black's admirable Cleavage from 1920. This in turn reminded us of Toru Takemitsu's And then I knew 'twas wind. Which in its own turn prompted Member Martle to speculate if perhaps we felt a new thread coming on.
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George Garnett
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« Reply #1 on: 10:06:31, 16-04-2007 » |
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Well there is Britten/Auden O lift your little pinkie....
...but it is so utterly beautiful that I feel grubby about even mentioning it here and may well delete it later if the shame gets the better of me.
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« Reply #2 on: 10:26:03, 16-04-2007 » |
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Not a title, but I seem to recall a line from a Holst folksong arrangement that used to reduce the University Chamber Choir to an uncontrollable heap, and we couldn't programme it in consequence:
Oh where, oh where has my poor Willy gone?
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« Reply #3 on: 10:29:56, 16-04-2007 » |
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I rather think GG's example is the first line rather than the title, too: surely that's the Shepherd's Carol?
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« Reply #4 on: 10:30:39, 16-04-2007 » |
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And following on from Ollie's Takemitsu, a solution from Sir Edward Elgar:
Mrs Winslow's Soothing Syrup for wind
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oliver sudden
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« Reply #5 on: 10:32:58, 16-04-2007 » |
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Well there is Britten/Auden O lift your little pinkie....
...but it is so utterly beautiful that I feel grubby about even mentioning it here and may well delete it later if the shame gets the better of me.
Allow me to save you from that temptation.
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« Reply #6 on: 11:22:09, 16-04-2007 » |
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I seem to recall one of Jonathan Harvey's Buddhist pieces including the line "I have come through 10,000 vaginas".
He got a number of quite admiring looks after the premiere.
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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Reiner Torheit
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« Reply #7 on: 11:37:27, 16-04-2007 » |
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The traditional Ukrainian folk-song "Over my Urals!" acquires a strangely confrontational nuance in English.
Sergey Chechetko has a song-cycle in which one of the numbers is titled "Return To Urino". We tried creatively retransliterating it as "Return to Yourino" in the program, but when it still caused a snicker when announced. ("Urino" being a country estate where the poet Taras Schevchenko once stayed).
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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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roslynmuse
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« Reply #8 on: 11:38:46, 16-04-2007 » |
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t_i_n - Off topic, but not unconnected, I have somewhere a tape of a John Casken prom premiere, at the end of which the announcer says " conductor and composer are now going off stage for a well-earned breast - er - rest" !!!
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« Reply #9 on: 11:51:32, 16-04-2007 » |
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There's a brass piece by Howard Burrell entitled "For an occasion".
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« Reply #10 on: 11:54:35, 16-04-2007 » |
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And an anthem by John White (and probably several others) entitled "Behold I come quickly".
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« Reply #11 on: 12:02:45, 16-04-2007 » |
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Off topic, but not unconnected, I have somewhere a tape of a John Casken prom premiere, at the end of which the announcer says " conductor and composer are now going off stage for a well-earned breast - er - rest" !!! Moving some way from the subject of 'Unfortunate titles', but that reminds me of another story about an announcer correcting himself ... and then deciding he preferred the first option: -- And now we have an interview with the noted film director Alfred Hitchcack ... cock ... er ... cack!
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #12 on: 12:10:23, 16-04-2007 » |
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Well there is Britten/Auden O lift your little pinkie....
...but it is so utterly beautiful that I feel grubby about even mentioning it here and may well delete it later if the shame gets the better of me.
Allow me to save you from that temptation. Now would a true Gentleman have done that I ask myself.... But in the same sort of territory (and I know this one is deliberate) Peter Pears and the Wilbye Consort launching into 'What use a Rose which hath no Prick' with completely straight faces was one of the funniest things I have seen at a madrigal recital.
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« Reply #13 on: 12:13:28, 16-04-2007 » |
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We tried creatively retransliterating it Reiner, is it true?? Have you now employed Syd as booklet editor?
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #14 on: 12:15:52, 16-04-2007 » |
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....one of the funniest things I have seen at a madrigal recital.
....which in its turn reminds me of Alan Bennett quoting one of his favourite review headlines from 'The Stage': "Rarely Has Oslo Heard Such Laughter".
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