I was raised on classics: classical symphony, opera, ballet, jazz, stage, rock (Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin). Classic means exemplary, the best! And what appears today, not only cannot rise to that level, but can not even stand next to it, can not even come close to what has already been created in the world. And you can't beat it all. You can't even get close! I always say and will say to the end of my days that all the best symphonies, operas, ballets, films, performances and songs have long been written, played, filmed and sung. The best is already done in this world in terms of works of art. As for technological progress, yes, apple fourth, apple fifth, there is development. But as for the sphere of the spirit – art, philosophy – everything has long been said, written, created, done. No higher up.
Almost all of Pyotr Ilyich’s music is written under the impression and in a certain state of mind from the happy and unhappy erotic and sexual moments of his life. This is a brilliant sublimation of the dramatic breakdown of the awareness of his sexual nature, which accompanied this greatest man all his life. If Tchaikovsky wasn’t gay, he wouldn’t have written the music you admire. I say this with full responsibility! I not only periodically listen to his music in its entirety, but also constantly study the biography of Peter Ilyich. (Sorry, Tchaikovsky is my weakness.)
By the way, a very good book about Tchaikovsky was written by his English biographer Anthony Holden - detailed, meticulous, subtle (find it). I do not agree with the version of the composer’s suicide. It does not stand up to criticism on all counts. Here I am in solidarity with Nina Berberova, Alexander Poznansky and other researchers, no less authoritative than Holden and Alexander Orlov, who hold a different point of view. However, cholera death seems a little more plausible (but only a little!), although this version is questionable. I have my own (possibly paradoxical, mystical) version of Tchaikovsky’s death (I’m just listening to his music carefully), but it seems impossible for me to put the matter online. It's a big and rather difficult topic. Subject for dissertations.
Tchaikovsky's music is irrational. She's incredibly emotional, she's very sensual. It goes to the very depths of the soul, touching the heart. I was 7 years old when my aunt gave me a recording of Peter Ilyich’s first concert performed by Emil Gilels and the Bolshoi Symphony Orchestra. And then this music started playing, and I became like a dug-in. I still remember my condition. The concert was playing and absolutely incredible things happened to me that I can’t explain right now. What could a seven-year-old boy say? I stood, blushed, sweated, I was thrown into the heat, then into the cold, everything was boiling inside me, I was filled with currents, it was something completely unimaginable. "What's wrong?" I'm not talking. What about me? I still don't know what's wrong with me. "Are you sick?" "No," I say, "not bad." Standing like a mummy, that's all. And even now, when I hear this concert, I always get up. I can't listen to that kind of music sitting down. Because it's incredible.
Emil Gilels’ N1 concert is a piece that put me in an incredible stupor. I’ve heard a lot of different music before. But when I heard that introduction, I don't know what was happening to me. I blushed, paled, there were some movements of internal organs in me. It seemed to me that this music opens some of my secret strings of the heart, makes you sound the strings of the soul, the heart. This music is about me. It reveals things I didn't know about myself. What codes and codes are contained in these sounds? It's completely incomprehensible. My matrix from this work always coincided with other works of Peter Ilyich. And then I listened to the Seasons, and the Sixth Symphony was pathetic and ingenious. And now I realize that this music could not have been written by a simple person, it was dictated from above. The Lord simply chose Peter Ilyich as his guide. It’s incredible, I know this concert by heart!
P.S. There was one man who horribly blighted Peter Ilyich, constantly looking for some plagiarism from him (he was just terribly envious of him) - Caesar Cui. But despite that, he was an amazing critic. When I read his work, I admire the language, the depth of the work.
I was raised on classics: classical symphony, opera, ballet, jazz, stage, rock (Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin). Classic means exemplary, the best! And what appears today, not only cannot rise to that level, but can not even stand next to it, can not even come close to what has already been created in the world. And you can't beat it all. You can't even get close! I always say and will say to the end of my days that all the best symphonies, operas, ballets, films, performances and songs have long been written, played, filmed and sung. The best is already done in this world in terms of works of art. As for technological progress, yes, apple fourth, apple fifth, there is development. But as for the sphere of the spirit – art, philosophy – everything has long been said, written, created, done. No higher up.
Almost all of Pyotr Ilyich’s music is written under the impression and in a certain state of mind from the happy and unhappy erotic and sexual moments of his life. This is a brilliant sublimation of the dramatic breakdown of the awareness of his sexual nature, which accompanied this greatest man all his life. If Tchaikovsky wasn’t gay, he wouldn’t have written the music you admire. I say this with full responsibility! I not only periodically listen to his music in its entirety, but also constantly study the biography of Peter Ilyich. (Sorry, Tchaikovsky is my weakness.)
By the way, a very good book about Tchaikovsky was written by his English biographer Anthony Holden - detailed, meticulous, subtle (find it). I do not agree with the version of the composer’s suicide. It does not stand up to criticism on all counts. Here I am in solidarity with Nina Berberova, Alexander Poznansky and other researchers, no less authoritative than Holden and Alexander Orlov, who hold a different point of view. However, cholera death seems a little more plausible (but only a little!), although this version is questionable. I have my own (possibly paradoxical, mystical) version of Tchaikovsky’s death (I’m just listening to his music carefully), but it seems impossible for me to put the matter online. It's a big and rather difficult topic. Subject for dissertations.
Tchaikovsky's music is irrational. She's incredibly emotional, she's very sensual. It goes to the very depths of the soul, touching the heart. I was 7 years old when my aunt gave me a recording of Peter Ilyich’s first concert performed by Emil Gilels and the Bolshoi Symphony Orchestra. And then this music started playing, and I became like a dug-in. I still remember my condition. The concert was playing and absolutely incredible things happened to me that I can’t explain right now. What could a seven-year-old boy say? I stood, blushed, sweated, I was thrown into the heat, then into the cold, everything was boiling inside me, I was filled with currents, it was something completely unimaginable. "What's wrong?" I'm not talking. What about me? I still don't know what's wrong with me. "Are you sick?" "No," I say, "not bad." Standing like a mummy, that's all. And even now, when I hear this concert, I always get up. I can't listen to that kind of music sitting down. Because it's incredible.
Emil Gilels’ N1 concert is a piece that put me in an incredible stupor. I’ve heard a lot of different music before. But when I heard that introduction, I don't know what was happening to me. I blushed, paled, there were some movements of internal organs in me. It seemed to me that this music opens some of my secret strings of the heart, makes you sound the strings of the soul, the heart. This music is about me. It reveals things I didn't know about myself. What codes and codes are contained in these sounds? It's completely incomprehensible. My matrix from this work always coincided with other works of Peter Ilyich. And then I listened to the Seasons, and the Sixth Symphony was pathetic and ingenious. And now I realize that this music could not have been written by a simple person, it was dictated from above. The Lord simply chose Peter Ilyich as his guide. It’s incredible, I know this concert by heart!
P.S. There was one man who horribly blighted Peter Ilyich, constantly looking for some plagiarism from him (he was just terribly envious of him) - Caesar Cui. But despite that, he was an amazing critic. When I read his work, I admire the language, the depth of the work.
I was raised on classics: classical symphony, opera, ballet, jazz, stage, rock (Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin). Classic means exemplary, the best! And what appears today, not only cannot rise to that level, but can not even stand next to it, can not even come close to what has already been created in the world. And you can't beat it all. You can't even get close! I always say and will say to the end of my days that all the best symphonies, operas, ballets, films, performances and songs have long been written, played, filmed and sung. The best is already done in this world in terms of works of art. As for technological progress, yes, apple fourth, apple fifth, there is development. But as for the sphere of the spirit, art, philosophy, everything has long been said, written, created, done. No higher up.
Almost all of Pyotr Ilyich’s music is written under the impression and in a certain state of mind from the happy and unhappy erotic and sexual moments of his life. This is a brilliant sublimation of the dramatic breakdown of the awareness of his sexual nature, which accompanied this greatest man all his life. If Tchaikovsky wasn’t gay, he wouldn’t have written the music you admire. I say this with full responsibility! I not only periodically listen to his music in its entirety, but also constantly study the biography of Peter Ilyich. (Sorry, Tchaikovsky is my weakness.)
By the way, a very good book about Tchaikovsky was written by his English biographer Anthony Holden – detailed, meticulous, subtle. I do not agree with the version of the composer’s suicide. It does not stand up to criticism on all counts. Here I am in solidarity with Nina Berberova, Alexander Poznansky and other researchers, no less authoritative than Holden and Alexander Orlov, who hold a different point of view. However, cholera death seems a little more plausible (but only a little!), although this version is questionable. I have my own (possibly paradoxical, mystical) version of Tchaikovsky’s death (I’m just listening to his music carefully), but it seems impossible for me to put the matter online. It's a big and rather difficult topic. Subject for dissertations.
Tchaikovsky's music is irrational. She's incredibly emotional, she's very sensual. It goes to the very depths of the soul, touching the heart. I was 7 years old when my aunt gave me a recording of Peter Ilyich’s first concert performed by Emil Gilels and the Bolshoi Symphony Orchestra. And then this music started playing, and I became like a dug-in. I still remember my condition. The concert was playing and absolutely incredible things happened to me that I can’t explain right now. What could a seven-year-old boy say? I stood, blushed, sweated, I was thrown into the heat, then into the cold, everything was boiling inside me, I was filled with currents, it was something completely unimaginable. 'What's wrong?' I'm not talking. What about me? I still don't know what's wrong with me. 'Are you ill?' "No," I say, "not bad." Standing like a mummy, that's all. And even now, when I hear this concert, I always get up. I can't listen to that kind of music sitting down. Because it's incredible.
Concert No. 1 performed by Emil Gilels is a piece that put me in an incredible stupor. I’ve heard a lot of different music before. But when I heard that introduction, I don't know what was happening to me. I blushed, paled, there were some movements of internal organs in me. It seemed to me that this music opens some of my secret strings of the heart, makes you sound the strings of the soul, the heart. This music is about me. It reveals things I didn't know about myself. What codes and codes are contained in these sounds? It's completely incomprehensible. My matrix from this work always coincided with other works of Peter Ilyich. And then I listened to The Seasons, and the Sixth Symphony was pathetic and ingenious. And now I realize that this music could not have been written by a simple person, it was dictated from above. The Lord simply chose Peter Ilyich as his guide. It’s incredible, I know this concert by heart!
P.S. There was one man who horribly blighted Peter Ilyich, constantly looking for some plagiarism from him (he was just terribly envious of him) - Caesar Cui. But despite that, he was an amazing critic. When I read his work, I admire the language, the depth of the work.