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« Reply #3165 on: 16:45:28, 03-08-2008 » |
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Thanks, tinners. Ardnamurchan Point is indeed reachable; we usually drive from from my niece's home, in Garve, Ross-shire, via Loch Maree/Garside - breathtaking, spectacular beauty Judith Weir travelled much further from the east coast (Aberdeen area, also my roots). She says; "But once you get there, the road bends and winds so much, and we would always set off home before we got to Ardnamurchan Point. So for me, it is a slightly unattainable direction far away."
Something Chekhovian there - the missing 'twang' in The Cherry Orchard (Act 2); or perhaps J M Barrie, nearer home. His play, "Mary Rose" used to be staged, regularly, and I'm trying to recall who composed the haunting theme music with the repetition of the heroine's name. Can't stop humming it now. Anyone out there remember the composer's name?
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« Reply #3166 on: 16:56:27, 03-08-2008 » |
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the missing 'twang' in The Cherry Orchard (Act 2) Could you elaborate a bit on that, Stanley? I collect metaphors for the unattainable, and although I've seen The Cherry Orchard I don't remember it well enough, and certainly that doesn't ring any bells ...
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« Reply #3167 on: 17:03:19, 03-08-2008 » |
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It's the defining moment of the whole piece, tisnow - about as seminal to the whole work as the "Slain!" in Belshazzar's Feast.
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« Reply #3168 on: 17:15:39, 03-08-2008 » |
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Suddenly a sound is heard, far off, yet fractionally closer than before. The sound of something snapping and dying away.
Mme Ranevskaya: What was that?
Lopakhin: I don't know. It sounded like a cable snapping in a mineshaft a long way away.
Gayev. Perhaps it was a bird. It could've been a heron.
Trofimov: Or an owl.
Mme Ranevskaya: Something ... unpleasant ...
Silence.
Firs: It's happened before. Just before the misfortune. An owl hooted (Pause) And the samovar coughed.
Gayev: Before what misfortune?
Firs: Before they set us free.
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« Reply #3169 on: 17:17:29, 03-08-2008 » |
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It's the defining moment of the whole piece, tisnow - about as seminal to the whole work as the "Slain!" in Belshazzar's Feast.
Thanks, Ron *.  (I obviously need to brush up my Chekhov.) *Oh, and George. 
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« Reply #3170 on: 17:19:36, 03-08-2008 » |
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I obviously need to brush up my Chekhov.
Isn't that a song from Embrace me, Katerina?
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« Reply #3171 on: 18:04:59, 03-08-2008 » |
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I played Lopakhin when I was far too young for the role. In Act 2, Lopakhin -always aware of his low caste status in the presence of Ranevskaya - is hectoring her about the need for change, in society, and how she could transform her dwindling capital by selling off the cherry orchard. A begging tramp arrives - a touch of Waiting for Godot? - and there is a sudden "twang" in the distance. Providing the cast stop and do not act 'listening' or, even, react to each other, the resonance can suddenly silence the house, too. The sound is never explained. Perhaps Harold McMillan would have described it as 'the wind of change'. A truly great play.
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« Reply #3172 on: 18:43:43, 03-08-2008 » |
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The bridge at midnight trembles, The country doctor rambles, Bankers' nieces seek perfection, Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring. The wind howls like a hammer, The night blows cold and rainy, My love she's like some raven At my window with a broken wing.
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« Reply #3173 on: 18:57:23, 03-08-2008 » |
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The bridge at midnight trembles, The country doctor rambles, Bankers' nieces seek perfection, Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring. The wind howls like a hammer, The night blows cold and rainy, My love she's like some raven At my window with a broken wing.
Ah, but they've spoken over at TOP. He's just inarticulate rubbish http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/mbradio3/F7497567?thread=5730295
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« Reply #3174 on: 19:28:31, 03-08-2008 » |
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I hadn't seen that, Bobby. I take it Bob Dylan wasn't actually 'on' Private Passions in the sense of being a guest?!?
I do think Dylan is in many ways an awful singer, but he's been singing awfully for long enough that I presume he intends that effect, and even if he doesn't, I find it one of the most fascinating things about his performance.
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« Reply #3175 on: 19:48:49, 03-08-2008 » |
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I didn't hear Private Passions today but I think it was a repeat and if so, the Dylan song featured was The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll. I can perfectly understand those who dislike Dylan's singing voice but find it strange to claim that the words are not clear because, like one poster said over there, his diction is always meticulous despite the mannered delivery. Rather like his laconic DJ style on the Theme Time Radio hour shows.
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« Reply #3176 on: 20:12:00, 03-08-2008 » |
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Bob Dylan made big impression on me during the height of the cold war in the sixties - his anti war songs such as Talking World War Three Blues and Its a hard rains going to fall really reflected the feeling at the time and reflected many peoples views - and his lyrics as tinners quote showed are always entertaining and bizarre my favourite verse in lighter mood is from I Shall be Free 'They ask me why im drunk all the time It levels my head and eases my mind I walk along and stroll and sing I see better days and do better things I catch dinosoars Make love to Elizabeth Taylor Catch hell from Richard Burton......priceless.....
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« Reply #3177 on: 20:16:15, 03-08-2008 » |
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I didn't hear Private Passions today but I think it was a repeat and if so, the Dylan song featured was The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll. It certainly must have been that song, judging by the poster over there on the BBC who quotes Christopher Ricks' description of a 'song of faith misplaced in the law'. Not that I'm sure why we need to invoke Christopher Ricks as an authority. After all, he's the writer who spends so much time on the connections between 'Love Minus Zero' and the Book of Daniel that he forgets to point out the 'raven's wing' at the end is a pretty obvious allusion to Poe. He also thinks the album title Time Out of Mind needs explaining as an allusion to Beckett's line 'Ruins true refuge long last towards which so many false time out of mind.' 
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« Reply #3178 on: 00:07:09, 04-08-2008 » |
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NS: Desire, confirming my previous impression that this is possibly my favourite Dylan album ...
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« Reply #3179 on: 06:26:37, 04-08-2008 » |
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Hearing on R3(where elese  , Elgar Cello Concerto(Paul Watkins, BBCSO, Jiri Behlolavek(?), the recording that DG had done recently. Not too bad, although, as far as the aural/audio experience went, it was a far immdeiate impression. A little while later after aforementioned, have the current BBC MM cover cd on. Piano Concerti by Gershwin and the G major(Ravel). Have the Gerhswin on at the moment. Whilst I enjoy the playing of Peter Donohoe(Gerhswin), the overall performance of the BBC NOW, is somewhat under par, as far as i am concerned. Rehearsal time, perhaps, or an off night. I have the Andre Previn/LSO recording, and compared to that, I am not very happy with this at all. The trumpet solo in the slow movement sounds rather bad, for example, intonation. If I remember rightly, at the time, Howard Snell was Principal trumpet of the LSO(?), so not surprised by the playing and the sound of John Fletcher(the late, alas), on tuba, is brilliant. I wonder if anybody would better this performance(Previn/LSO0?
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