excerpt from 'In Pursuit of Music' pp. 31 (149 words)
excerpt from 'In Pursuit of Music' pp. 31 (149 words)
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The stimulus of the festival extended beyond one’s own classes, and on one occasion I strayed into the wrong room by accident just as a contralto began her song. It was the Lieder class, and the song was Brahms’s Mainacht […] Brahms was a composer I hardly knew, except that on the piano at home there had always been a tattered copy of his four-handed Hungarian Dances, which – having been lifted to the heavens by Beethoven – I had tended to scorn as ‘light music’. But this new out-pouring of romantic melody went straight to my heart: it was not the lofty music of the spheres, but talked of everyday earthly emotions in a warm, comforting way. Listening to a gifted young singer, too, taught me at first hand that most music, whether for instruments or voices, is an apotheosis of speech. |
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