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Louis-Léopold Boilly. Reunion of Artists in the Studio of Isabey. 1798.
Oil on canvas.
Musée du Louvre. Paris, France.
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▲▲▲▲▲▲The First Violin Concerto was composed during the post-war years in Soviet Russia (1947–48), a time of severe censorship. A new censorship decree had been issued in 1934 that required advance screenings of concerts, plays, and ballets at least ten days prior to their premieres, and seats in the concert halls were reserved for censors. Grounds for banning a work included anti-Soviet propaganda, lack of proper ideological perspective, and the lack of perceived artistic merit. In the 1950s, the focus of Soviet censorship shifted to literary works. Because of this hostile environment, Shostakovich kept the concerto unpublished until Stalin’s death in March 1953 and the thaw that followed. Music historian Boris Schwarz notes that during the post-war years, Shostakovich divided his music into two idioms. The first was “simplified and accessible to comply with Kremlin guidelines” while the second was “complex and abstract to satisfy [Shostakovich’s] own artistic standards” ; the First Violin Concerto, given the complex nature of its composition, undoubtedly falls into the second category and as such was not premiered until 1955. Oistrakh (Soviet violinist) characterised the first movement Nocturne as “a suppression of feelings”
I sense there’s something in the wind
That feels like tragedy’s at hand
And though I’d like to stand by him
Can’t shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend
And does he notice my feelings for him?
And will he see how much he means to me?
I think it’s not to be
What will become of my dear friend
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I’d like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud
Try as I may, it doesn’t last
And will we ever… end up together?
No, I think not, it’s never to become
For I am not the one
And will we ever end up together?
Ohhhhhhh
And will we ever end up together?
No, I think not, it’s never to become…
For I am not the one…
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▲▲▲Girolamo Frescobaldi’s Toccata IV, this manuscript is thought to be written in his hand
How would you even read this?
I was going to say that the notes were quite clear to me…. then I noticed there are 6- and 7-lined staffs, okaaaay…