About five years ago, I got home one evening from somewhere, and turned on WRR, the Dallas classical radio station.
I immediately recognized the finale of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony. I shortly thereafter recognized that this was probably the worst interpretation I ever heard.
Like watching a train wreck, mesmerized, I had to listen to the end to see who was conducting.
I found out it was Leonard Bernstein, specifically his fall of the Berlin Wall epic performance, if I may use the word “epic” loosely. (I had never heard it before.)
He had everything wrong, in my opinion — tempos, phrasings, nuances of dynamics, you name it.
Since that time, I have occasionally heard other Beethoven recordings of his on the radio, and I am convinced of one thing.
Lenny was clueless about Beethoven. Period.
So, I suggest we deputize some music police, confiscate every Bernstein recording of Beethoven, and destroy them all.
This is a slice of my philosophical, lay scientific, musical, religious skepticism, and poetic musings. (All poems are my own.) The science and philosophy side meet in my study of cognitive philosophy; Dan Dennett was the first serious influence on me, but I've moved beyond him. The poems are somewhat related, as many are on philosophical or psychological themes. That includes existentialism and questions of selfhood, death, and more. Nature and other poems will also show up here on occasion.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Calling all music police: round up the Bernstein-Beethoven recordings
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Beethoven (Ludwig),
Bernstein (Leonard)
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