Oggi e' il compleanno di Igor Stravinskij (nato il 17 Giugno 1882), e Google si rifa' il trucco in suo onore con questo logo:


Quiz: cosa viene rappresentato nel logo?

(Bacchettata sulle mani a chi usa Google!)

....furbetto
l'uccello di fuoco.

... e poi?

Bravo ohnefrieden

non tengo la cultura musicale classica del Comandante...
ho fatto le sQuole serali.

le sue parole :avevo scritto quello che avevo udito...
http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio3/classica...trav_rite1.ram

la sua rabbia durante la prima (1913):
The first two minutes apparently went well, with the audience enthralled by the haunting introduction. But then, the astringent brutality of the first scene broke through as, in Stravinsky's words: “the curtain rose on a group of knock-kneed and long-braided Lolitas jumping up and down.” The subject itself was scandalous: instead of the fanciful amorous stuff of fluffy ballet dreams, ugly pagans sacrifice a maiden to propitiate the gods of spring. The choreography, costumes and sets boldly dispensed with grace and beauty to emphasize awkward, primitive starkness. At first there were a few boos and catcalls, but then a storm broke as the outraged audience reacted by yelling and fighting. Diaghilev tried to quell the disturbance by switching the house lights on and off while Nijinski tried to sustain the performance as best he could by shouting out numbers and cues to the dancers, who couldn't hear the music, loud as it was, over the din. Stravinsky was furious and stormed out of the theater before police arrived to end the show.


http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio3/classica...trav_rite2.ram

fonti

Piccolo documentario[/URL] con le pagine da esplorare

"The composition of music" lesson three :

The creator's function is to sift the elements he receives from [imagination],for human activity must impose limits on itself.The more art is controlled,limited,worked over,the more it si free.
As for myself,I experience a sort of terror when,at the moment of setting to work and finding myself before the infinitude of possibilities that present themselves,I have the feeling that everything is permissible to me....
Will I then have to loose myself in this abyss of freedom? To what shall I cling in order to escape dizziness that seizes me before the virtuality of infinitude? ... Fully convinced that combinations which have at their disposal twelve sounds in each octave and all possible rhytmic varieties promise me riches that all the activity of human genius will never exhaust...

My freedom thus consists in my moving about whithin the narrow frame that I have assigned myself for each of my undertakings...

(D.J.Grout-History of western music)