SVreX wrote:
It's brilliant. It's deep. It is one of the greatest accomplishments in the history of musical composition.
It's deep! That's all you've got? It's blather!
Deep is the last ditch description you use for when you don't have a defense. It's a way to try to imply that anyone who doesn't get it or like it must be mentally deficient - or at least not as mentally sharp as you are.
It's like when the Harley riders say if I have to explain it you wouldn't understand.
It's the ultimate pretentious wine drinker, nose lifted in the air, swishing the swill around in their mouth before pronouncing "it's an amusing little wine with just a hint of summer sunshine that's released from the innermost pores of the succulent grapes when you breathe over it." and then finish up with "It'll do". As if they've had much better and are really one of the few people on the planet worthy of this wine or understanding the subtle nuances of the climate that year, the flavor of the person's feet who stomped the grapes and the bottling and aging process. You simply MUST hang onto every word I say, I'm an important and educated person!
The Messiah is a little girl having a make believe tea party and playing what she imagines it to be like to be all grown up with tons of famous imaginary friends and royalty attending her party. The over the top pretensions she puts on are reflected faithfully in this musical masterpiece. He's captured the essence of a little girl playing alone in her room while she dreams of the great big world she'll someday inhabit.
I sat thru 2 hours of it again last night and the lyrics and music are juvenille. It was someone trying to show off, not someone trying to write a good piece. He obviously had a commission to finish and was drawing a blank so he took some obscure texts from the bible, one thematic piece of music and just married the two together over and over again. He wanted to stretch it to fill and rather than write more music (dare I say good music) he stretched the phrases "The refi i i i i I i i i i i i i i i I i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i I i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i ii i i i ii i i i i i i i i i i i i i I i i ii ii i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i ners fire". Come on, 5 minutes of repeating He's the refiner's fire?
The last piece has 6 pages of Amens after the orchestral interlude - I counted. And I don't mean fun Amens like in the Amen chorus, I mean Amens like the blah blah you hear when you tune out your shrink. Not that I have any first hand knowledge of that you understand, but it's what I've seen in the Saturday morning cartoons which obviously are a staple in my life.
There were tons of people nodding off during the performance, but even the deepest sleepers complimented the singers and orchestra, cause that's what you're supposed to do. They didn't want to be taken for non wine drinking buffoons so they conformed and they sparkled and they made up witty and inane comments about how good it was. This is one tradition I seriously question!
To put it in terms that anyone can understand, Handel is Frasier and his brother. Normal people are Frasier's Dad and, well, everyone else on that show.