I don't like string quartets. As a rule I think there's a special place in musical purgatory which is reserved for them along with heavy metal, non-dub and non-ska reggae, C&W, glam rock and opera.
I also dislike doom, gloom and tragedy in almost any art form, with perhaps novels being given a bit of leeway e.g. The Children of Hurin is gloom itself but I enjoy it thoroughly.
A few weeks ago I was fiddling about doing some paperwork with the radio on in the background. Shostakovitsch's No 15 string quartet was played. The composer said of this piece of music: "Play it so that flies drop dead in mid-air and the audience start leaving the hall from sheer boredom." You can imagine that it is not a barrel of laughs and yet I was greatly intrigued by it, to the point where I bought the CD. FWIW I see it as being humbly beautiful - if that makes any sense at all.
It's rapidly becoming one of my favourite bits of music. (OK, it's not the blues and it doesn't involve Keith Richards or Thelonius Monk but it is getting better with every listen.)
To make one thing clear: I'm not recommending this piece to anyone as I have no interest in making people bear a terrible grudge against me for the rest of their lives. I suppose the point is that instrumental music, being essentially highly abstract, produces completely unpredictable reactions in different people.
I hope that makes some sense. The whole thing is just weird.
I also dislike doom, gloom and tragedy in almost any art form, with perhaps novels being given a bit of leeway e.g. The Children of Hurin is gloom itself but I enjoy it thoroughly.
A few weeks ago I was fiddling about doing some paperwork with the radio on in the background. Shostakovitsch's No 15 string quartet was played. The composer said of this piece of music: "Play it so that flies drop dead in mid-air and the audience start leaving the hall from sheer boredom." You can imagine that it is not a barrel of laughs and yet I was greatly intrigued by it, to the point where I bought the CD. FWIW I see it as being humbly beautiful - if that makes any sense at all.
It's rapidly becoming one of my favourite bits of music. (OK, it's not the blues and it doesn't involve Keith Richards or Thelonius Monk but it is getting better with every listen.)
To make one thing clear: I'm not recommending this piece to anyone as I have no interest in making people bear a terrible grudge against me for the rest of their lives. I suppose the point is that instrumental music, being essentially highly abstract, produces completely unpredictable reactions in different people.
I hope that makes some sense. The whole thing is just weird.