As we know, bus stops are the best garantee for musical immortality.
Can’t wait to see your face on one, Borstlap. As we know, being a prolific commenter on a blog is a fine route to musical immortality.
It’s also quite dangerous: yesterday I got reprentatives of the Politbureau New Music at my doorstep, and IRCAM have sent me a serious warning.
I’m surprised that the techies at IRCAM haven’t hacked your emails yet.
But trolling on a blog is… right, Borstlap?
Seriously: stop it. You’re pathetic.
As Sibelius said – nobody raised a statue for a critic.
Critics aren’t as vain as composers.
They have far fewer excuses to be vain!
Worth remembering: those who can, do. Those who can’t, teach. Those who can’t do either, criticise. Enough said!
Since Slonimsky’s most entertaining collection of critical mishaps in music life, ‘Lexicon of Musical Invective’ (1953 + many reprints), music critics have become very cautious, as they don’t want to appear in the next edition. As a precaution, they sometimes embark on protective endeavors like glueing posters at bus stops, to reinforce their hagiographic articles in widely-read newspapers and magazines.
No, I think it’s, “Those who can’t, teach. And those who can’t teach, teach gym.”
There are a few statues raised for critics. Sainte-Beuve in the Jardin de Luxembourg is one example.
Zdenek Nejedly at Litomysl – his birthplace and Smetana’s – is another.
While he was a musicologist and a critic, I think being a politician was the deciding factor in Zdeněk Nejedlý’s case.
True. And one who sent artists to the salt mines.
There must be statues to Schumann, Berlioz and Shaw somewhere, to name 3 major critics.
Ya know… There’s a famous case in Los Angeles of a woman creating celebrity demand for herself just by getting her image put on otherwise unleased billboard space around the city.
No reality show, only two visible talents, but it worked.
Smart symphony marketers ought to be able to do better than that with talented subjects.
Yes. There was time when you couldn’t miss Angeline if you went down Sunset Boulevard. Like so many of us she dreamed of being famous without realizing that when you do become famous your previous, delightfully anonymous, life is gone and you now belong to the public and they will have their way with you, like it or not. Dream on…
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