This week! This week simply rules. Are you ready for serious childhood dorkery? Here goes; I am not ashamed. When I was in ninth or tenth grade, I cut the names of three composers out of construction paper (construction paper!!) and stuck them up on the window-free walls of my room. The east was Hindemith (aw, gimme a break: I was a teen viola queen and a massive fan of Trauermusik), the north was Britten (I’d played part of the C-major quartet at camp and died), and the west was Stravinsky. Stravinsky is so good at music. My high school chorus had sung the Symphony of Psalms and I completely lost my mind. How good is that piece? Afjdkslfjdslkf!!
Well, dorky child-me was hardly the only person to flip out upon hearing Stravinsky’s music; I've seen people walk down the isle to Firebird and dance on lawns to Petrushka, so this week we’re taking a cue from Lincoln Center’s Mostly Mozart Festival and becoming hopelessly devoted to Stravinsky and his influence. A lot has happened in music over the past 100 years, and much of it has had something to do with Igor.
This week’s got polytonality, octatonic scales, ecstatic neo-classical phrases and pounding polyrhythms. This week! This week simply rules. How far have you gone to show your love for music? What's your most obsessive musical memory? Most entertaining story gets you a Q2 button!!