Oh, there's concision. Lots of it. One concise thing after another after another after another. Whole hours of nothing but cavalcades of concision.
I went to a concert with one of those symphonies on it. Considering how completely it bored me, despite what were clearly good sections, I'd have been much better off waiting in the hall or out in the car, even if I'd had to get up and walk out while it was playing to do so.
Mark Twain's anecdote about the revival preacher (he was good, but went on too long) kept coming (at first, he resolves to put all the money in his pockets in the collection tray) to mind (eventually he ended up taking fifty cents out of it, just for spite). When it finally ended, I sat in my chair and glared at the stage.
Of course, the whole thing made me feel guilty of philistinism, so since then I've made an effort to find Mahler music that I liked, and I have succeeded to some extent. Songs, mostly.
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Date: 2005-09-07 03:06 pm (UTC)I went to a concert with one of those symphonies on it. Considering how completely it bored me, despite what were clearly good sections, I'd have been much better off waiting in the hall or out in the car, even if I'd had to get up and walk out while it was playing to do so.
Mark Twain's anecdote about the revival preacher (he was good, but went on too long) kept coming (at first, he resolves to put all the money in his pockets in the collection tray) to mind (eventually he ended up taking fifty cents out of it, just for spite). When it finally ended, I sat in my chair and glared at the stage.
Of course, the whole thing made me feel guilty of philistinism, so since then I've made an effort to find Mahler music that I liked, and I have succeeded to some extent. Songs, mostly.