Mahler Haunts me still
My first Prom, chosen because R got tickets for that night. A new piece first, 15 minutes of industrial/spaghetti western sounds about Chicago.
Then Mahler's 6th. Not a piece I have heard much before. Sit and let my mind just flow with the music. Takes the first movement for my mind to quiet and flow with the music, focus less on the artistry and more on feeling what emotions the music stirs.
By the 2nd movement I am in a forest covered in snow and mud, for miles around all you can see is the same repeated view. Trees are grey, sky is slate, snow and mud mix to the same colour.
3rd movement, walking through the same space, seeing a flower out of place, and before I can see or savour it's scent it is trampled and I am forced along. The snow and mud cake my trousers, and they become grey as well.
4th and last movement, same place, same bleak greyness. There are two very loud thud bangs in the piece (the Hammer of Fate) which are like shots or falling branches around me.
And then the final chord- which sends shivers down my spine, and still does at the memory, so lost in the music emotions. Others describe it as a Guillotine blade falling, for me it was the shot that hit...and then the last seconds of dying music lying in the mud as it all fades...
Yes- nothing like a good uplifting piece of music....Absolutely wonderful...
Then Mahler's 6th. Not a piece I have heard much before. Sit and let my mind just flow with the music. Takes the first movement for my mind to quiet and flow with the music, focus less on the artistry and more on feeling what emotions the music stirs.
By the 2nd movement I am in a forest covered in snow and mud, for miles around all you can see is the same repeated view. Trees are grey, sky is slate, snow and mud mix to the same colour.
3rd movement, walking through the same space, seeing a flower out of place, and before I can see or savour it's scent it is trampled and I am forced along. The snow and mud cake my trousers, and they become grey as well.
4th and last movement, same place, same bleak greyness. There are two very loud thud bangs in the piece (the Hammer of Fate) which are like shots or falling branches around me.
And then the final chord- which sends shivers down my spine, and still does at the memory, so lost in the music emotions. Others describe it as a Guillotine blade falling, for me it was the shot that hit...and then the last seconds of dying music lying in the mud as it all fades...
Yes- nothing like a good uplifting piece of music....Absolutely wonderful...