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  • Handel: The Great Bear of Music and Temper

    Handel: The Great Bear of Music and Temper

    With enormous appetites to rival his formidable musicianship, a larger-than-life reputation, and an eccentric, much remarked-upon manner of walking, George Frideric Handel was affectionately nicknamed “The Great Bear.”

    Handel is fondly remembered for his “Water Music” and “Music for the Royal Fireworks,” his epic oratorios, his florid operas, and his copious concertos and chamber music.

    Though by many accounts a kind-hearted man with a good sense of humor, he was also prone to an explosive, bear-like temper. I imagine this would have gone unnoted during the several years he spent in Italy, but in England people tended to take heed.

    Music historian Charles Burney recalled Handel berating a chorister during rehearsals for “Messiah.” “… Handel let loose his great bear upon him; and after swearing in four or five languages, cried out in broken English….”

    During rehearsals for the opera “Ottone,” he once grabbed the soprano Francesca Cuzzoni and threatened to toss her out a window. Cuzzoni, looking to make the best impression with her London debut, had roused “the Bear” by pressing him for a replacement aria, the better to showcase her unique talents.

    But Cuzzoni could give as good as she got. During a Handel production of Giovanni Bononcini’s opera “Astianatte,” she and her costar, Faustina Bordoni, flew at one another in a fury and began tearing at their costumes. They had to be dragged off stage.

    Some years earlier, as a young man of 19, Handel was filling in as conductor at the premiere of Johann Mattheson’s opera “Cleopatra.” Mattheson also sang the tenor role of Antony, so while he was on stage, Handel was to sit at the harpsichord and keep order among the musicians.

    Trouble arose when Mattheson returned to the orchestra and Handel refused to cede his place. A power struggle ensued, as Mattheson sought to regain control, but Handel insisted on continuing to conduct. The performance was interrupted when Mattheson suggested the two take the quarrel outside. Swords were drawn, and one of Mattheson’s thrusts glanced off a button near Handel’s heart. This had the effect of dousing the combatants with cold water, and the two reconciled to become lifelong friends.

    It wasn’t all claws and teeth, to be sure. Ursine Handel could also be a bit of a teddy bear, and a generous one. One of his more enduring works, “Messiah” – penned in a mere 24 days – was given its first performance in Dublin, on April 13, 1742, as a charitable event. It benefited two hospitals and liberated 142 men from debtor’s prison.

    Eight years later, Handel revived the work at London’s Foundling Hospital, a recently-instituted home for abandoned infants and children. He had already donated an organ to the hospital’s chapel, and the year before, recycled the “Hallelujah Chorus” as part of his “Foundling Hospital Anthem.” Again, Handel’s oratorio raised a ton of money. The charitable presentation became an annual event, with the composer returning every year for the rest of his life. Handel’s relationship to the institution was cemented with an honorary title. After his death, he left the rights to the oratorio to the hospital.

    When Handel finally did die, blind but rich, in 1759, at the age of 74, his funeral was attended by 3,000 people. He never married, but filled his hours with composing – leaving 30 oratorios and 50 operas – and of course living the good life, with plenty of beer and food. He was interred at Westminster Abbey, a very great honor indeed.

    Above his grave, there is a monument, a sculpture of Handel in the act of composing his cash cow, the oratorio “Messiah.” The bear may now be in hibernation, but every Christmas – and sometimes Lent – his music lives on.

    Happy birthday, Handel!


    IMAGE: “When They Were Young: Handel the Musician. Handel threatens to throw the temperamental Italian opera singer out of his window.” (Peter Jackson, 1966)

  • Happy Birthday George Washington Trenton’s Tribute

    Happy Birthday George Washington Trenton’s Tribute

    Happy birthday, George Washington! First in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen.

    Here’s an overture, “McKonkey’s Ferry,” subtitled “Washington in Trenton” by Trenton’s own George Antheil. Curious that a local boy would spell McConkey with two “K”s!

  • Vaughan Williams Library Discards Rare Find

    Vaughan Williams Library Discards Rare Find

    One man’s meat is another man’s poison.

    Fresh on the heels of my acquisition of Ursula Vaughan Williams’ biography of her husband, famed English composer Ralph Vaughan Williams, as a discard from the Des Moines Public Library, comes this gem, now in the mail. Both books are quite pricey on the secondhand market; hence my snapping them up as library rejects.

    Previously, I posted about my stunned reaction to Ursula’s “RVW” being turned loose, given Vaughan Williams’ significance as a composer and the fact that there could be increased interest in his work, given that this is his sesquicentennial year. (He was born on October 12, 1872.) Then I remembered my copy of Vaughan Williams’ “Beethoven’s Choral Symphony and Other Writings” is a discard from Princeton University!

    The Des Moines Public Library’s “collection management” policy can be found here, under “Collection Development and Programming.”

    https://www.dmpl.org/connect/what-we-do/services-policies

    I’m guessing there’s not a great demand for Vaughan Williams in Des Moines.

  • Tower Records’ Presidents Day CD Sales

    Tower Records’ Presidents Day CD Sales

    When I was a kid, Presidents Day brought heartfelt patriotic acknowledgements of the contributions of Washington and Lincoln. But in my 20s, it meant the biggest CD sale of the year at Tower Records!

    During its heyday, Tower Records’ Classical Annex, at 6th and South Streets, was a beacon for classical music lovers in Philadelphia. Sure, there was the subterranean crevasse at Nathan Muchnick’s, near 18th and Walnut, where on an average day, the CDs were cheaper. And if Barnes & Noble, at Broad and Chestnut, had a sale, you could certainly pick up a bargain. But Tower was the only record store in Center City that was open until midnight, 365 days a year – which meant you could drop by after Philadelphia Orchestra concerts – and it could be counted on to carry all the new releases and much else beside.

    Furthermore, it introduced a tantalizing cut-out bin that spanned the entire back of the store, in which overstocked items would be marked down to $6.99. In the days when full-priced CDs at Tower averaged around $16.99, this innovation had the effect of sending me into a delirium. How many Czech operas did I mine from that rack? How my pulse would quicken as I flipped through the superfluous blister packs. (Parenthetically, the New York branch at 4th and Broadway, with an entire store devoted to cut-outs, brought me one plane closer to Nirvana!)

    When Tower Records had a sale on a major label (that is to say, Angel/EMI, Deutsche Grammophon, RCA/BMG, or Sony), the prices would drop to $11.99. But Presidents Day was something else entirely. That’s when the store would prop its doors – invariably, it was unseasonably mild, and the sun beating against the glass display windows only lent to the kinetic intensity of the roiling shoppers – and the perspiring crowds would flow in to partake of for-one-day-only, deeply-discounted merchandise, on arcane, seldom-marked-down-ever labels like BIS, Chandos, CPO, Lyrita, and Unicorn-Kanchana. And the majors would be marked-down even further.

    I would scarf a slice of pizza beforehand to keep my blood sugar up and then essentially stage-dive into the crowd. Representatives from all the CD distributors were there, with name tags and ties, and hosts from WFLN, Philadelphia’s now-defunct classical music station, would broadcast live from a platform about three-quarters of the way toward the back of the sales floor.

    On a counter in the front of the store was a kind of ballot box, in which you would stuff slips of paper bearing your personal information, and periodically these would be drawn for giveaways of free stuff. This is how I came to own Christopher Hogwood’s superlative recording of Haydn’s “The Creation,” among other treasures. It was very easy to win. All you had to do, as I explained to my friends, is wait until you saw WFLN’s Henry Varlack pushing toward the front of the store, and then cram in all your slips. Henry never went very deep into the box, and whoever was closest to the top usually walked away with a bounty. One of my friends, who wasn’t even a classical music guy, took home some stereo components.

    Of course, I was still living something of a bohemian existence back then. It was a lot for me to be able to scrape together a hundred or maybe a hundred-twenty dollars to blow on Presidents Day. This was also before secondhand record shops acquired a large influx of used classical CDs. Nowadays, a store like Princeton Record Exchange deals in volume, so to keep up the turnover, most discs are priced only a buck or two.

    Viewed from the perspective of 2022, the Tower Records of decades ago might strike one as rather thin brew by comparison. But in those now-distant times, it was like an invitation to drift through Elysium for a day, and to return home elated with all your purchases and free stuff. There were always abundant catalogues and wish books and plenty of swag.

    Nevermind the white sales. I never changed my sheets, anyway. For me, Presidents Day will always bring with it memories of Tower Records!

  • Trumbull Tribute Sci-Fi Show & “Final Programme”

    Trumbull Tribute Sci-Fi Show & “Final Programme”

    Last night, when I repeated the inalienable truth that practical effects are superior to CGI, there were some dissenting voices in the comments section. And one of our viewers had the temerity to express boredom at the majesty of the drydock sequence from “Star Trek: The Motion Picture.”

    Knuckles were taped and stitches were required, as we rumbled over Trumbull, on Roy’s Tie-Dye Sci-Fi Corner. Special thanks to Lew Place, a moderating influence, for joining us and sharing his memories of the legendary special effects wizard, who died on February 7 at the age of 79.

    Next week, it’s the final program!

    Not really. It’s actually “The Final Programme” (1974), a groovy adaptation of Michael Moorcock’s novel, depicting a psychedelic brave new world of effete spies in ruffled shirts and self-replicating hermaphrodites. How could the conversation possibly go wrong?

    The cast includes Jon Finch, Jenny Runacre, Hugh Griffith, Patrick Magee, Sterling Hayden, Ronald Lacey, and Sarah Douglas. The film was written and directed by Robert Fuest, who lent “The Avengers” its surreal vibe and Vincent Price his Dr. Phibes.

    Yeah, baby! It’s the end of the world as we know it!

    The comments section will be one big acid flashback as we livestream on Facebook at a special time – NEXT SUNDAY EVENING AT 7:00 EST!

    https://www.facebook.com/roystiedyescificorner

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