Originally posted by Herman
I was rather disturbed by the BBC presenter's attempt to "sex up" the pre-talk by saying Tchakovsky commited suicide because of his passionate homosexual feelings or something. This is a myth. Tchaikovsky drank contiminated water and that was it. This has been conclusively researched, and I don't understand why there's people who think Tchaikovsky's music will get even better if you talk about his tragic suicide.
I didn't realise that there is now a universally accepted version of events behind the cause of Tchaikovsky's death. I was surprised, as you were, to hear the presenter talk with such non-doubting authority as the cause of the maestro's demise. There are various sources I've heard which claim that Tchaikovsky drank the water "knowing" that it was contaminated - hence why suicide is cited as the cause of death by some?
Missed most of Saturday's Prom, but managed to make it home in time to catch the whole of Elgar's 1st. I've not heard many performances of this piece to date, but it was a work that instantly appealed to me when I first heard it a few years back performed by William Boughton and the English Symphony Orchestra. Seems like quite a difficult piece to bring off effectively, as in some performance I've heard it seems a bit too drawn out and protracted, something to do with keep the tension at just the right level before the release at the last moment in the finally, but not going too over in the middle?
I couldn't name the Encore that Elder and the Halle played either until I heard the radio commentator say what it was. Strangely enough I thought of the Knightsbridge March too. The encore should be familiar to all avid attendee's of the Halle's concerts under Elder this year, according to our friendly Radio 3 announcer, because they have played the Coates as an encore at the end of most of their recent concerts. Which rather might explain the excess of cheering and applause in between the movements of the Elgar, an expectancy and appreciation by over-committed Halle-ans?!
The Bartok Piano concerto in Sunday's Prom was much more to my taste, so first point to Bartok at last. Interesting that I found the first movement less interesting (I found it a bit too chordal in texture), and Graham commenting that it wasn't such a good performance. The piece did seem to improve as it went along, again I thought it was just my appreciation rather the quality of the performance. Despite listening to the concert on Radio 3 for the majority of the time, I did just switch on BBC4 out of curiosity to check-out Ms Grimaud so that I see what the fuss was all about!

By the way, was it me, or was there a somewhat obvious clanger in the form of a somewhat unintentionally discordant wrong note during the 2nd movement?
As for Adams's "On the Transmigration of Souls", I really enjoyed wallowing in this one. It was certainly more of an "experience" than an appreciation of a piece of music in the conventional sense. "Mawkish" and "sentimental" would seem to be apt words, but used in a totally non-derogatory context as far as I'm concerned. I don't know what the Promers in the hall or television viewers saw visually, if anything, but listening on the radio was certainly an almost un-nerving experience in the sense that as I listened, I was imagining the piece as being the soundtrack backdrop to a factitious documentary film showing mainly still images recounting the events of 9-11. In December of last year I spent a few days in New York, and visited Ground Zero out of a fascinated morbid curiosity. So for me I guess, the piece evoked a lot of just plain obvious connections and associations to the news coverage from September 2001 and the first hand experiences of the still evident signs of destruction at Ground Zero a year and a half on. The dissenters then were I'm guessing mainly complaining of the lack of deeper intellectual structure to untangle or some other aesthetic originality to tickle their grey cells with. I'm sure the idea was more to be able to convey a simply set of messages which could be understood by the many, this simple minded peasant enjoyed the ride anyway.
