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S'està carregant… Music Ho! (1934)de Constant Lambert
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Google Books — S'està carregant… GèneresClassificació Decimal de Dewey (DDC)780.904The arts Music Music Biography And History By Period 20th CenturyLCC (Clas. Bibl. Congrés EUA)ValoracióMitjana:
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However, and it is a huge “however”, there is the subtitle of the book, which survived through multiple editions, despite what should have been the evidence of his senses. The idea that music was somehow “in decline” is true only for those with very peculiar assumptions. As little as I like lists, my mind is crowded with the names of musical immortals in many genres who were doing some of their best work even as this book appeared. True, the world had recently lost Respighi, Sibelius, Rakhmaninov, Gershwin, Ives, and sundry others either medically, or for all practical purposes musically. But how about Bartók, Beecham, Bloch, Big Bill Broonzy, Schoenberg, Furtwängler, Segovia, Louis Armstrong, Gieseking, Shostakovich, Walton, Ali Akbar Khan, Count Basie, Maria Callas, Poulenc, Hans Hotter, Barber, Virgil Thompson, Landowska, Goodman, Finzi, Britten, Copland, and the creators of Be-Bop and Bluegrass? During Lambert’s prime – and it is greatly to be regretted that he died decades too early –the biggest challenge to music was the biggest challenge to all life on this planet, namely World War II, and the subsequent descent into the nuclear age and the Cold War. Yet music, far from declining, came back, if not with re-doubled vigour, then at-least with an energy and significance such that anyone reading this review need only contemplate what his her own life would have been without the music of the past half-century, the supposed sink-hole into which Lambert saw music declining. Still, he loved music, he made music, he wrote about it with love (even if his archness and throwaway lines are a bit much) – in other words, he was and is one of us, and richly deserves to be read today. ( )