We had a lovely night at the Orchestra hearing their Russian Spectacular program. Stravinsky, Tchaikovsky, Rimsky-Korsakov... loved it. This is not a post about the genius of these composers or the beauty of their work. This is not a post about the fascinating relationship Russian composers had with their governments or about the political or musical context in which these works were composed. This is not a post about the fact that the travels of these three composers is reflected in their music. This is not a post about the delightful yet unsettling qualities of neo-classical music, which I love. This is not a post about how I want to go back and piece what what happening in Russian literature together with what was happening in Russian music together with what was happening in Russia in the late 1800s and early 1900s.
No. This is a post about the silly things that the DH and I talked about in addition to our brief recap of the performance.
1. Scheherazade *was* the storyteller in 1001 Arabian Nights. We thought so, but had to double check.
2. Tchaikovsky was gay. I researched Tchaikovsky in college, so the fact that I missed this before is a bit disturbing to me.
3. It used to be that whatever live music was playing in Peavey Plaza could be heard inside the hall while the music was going on. Now, the band in Peavey Plaza is signaled when it is okay to play and when it is not.
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