In
The Road to Little Dribbling,
Bill Bryson describes his British Citizenship test. He was asked to
identify Sake Dean Mahomet (introduced shampoo to Britain), the other
name for the 1944 Education Act (The Butler Act), who Jenson Button
is (Formula One racing driver), what is the actual name of Big Ben
(the Elizabeth Tower) and other such important and essential bits and
bobs relating to British culture.
There is an easier way to do this. Simply require candidates to
watch The Last Night of the Proms and disqualify them if they
regurgitate during the performance: It would certainly discriminate
between the unsuitable and the seriously unstable, both of which we
don't really want or need in Britain.
Nothing else comes close to capturing the essence of the English
character in all its glory than the Last Night of the Proms. The
Last Night is really the official end of the British Summer, so much
as summer actually exists here. The venue is the Royal Albert Hall.
I know this for my step-son used to work there. Stories he tells of
the antics at the Last Night are the stuff of which legends are made.
“Prom
is short for promenade concert, a term which originally referred to
outdoor concerts in London's pleasure gardens, where the audience was
free to stroll around while the orchestra was playing.”
The Last Night of the Proms celebrates British tradition with
patriotic music of the United Kingdom. That's the bare-bones
explanation. The reality is something actually and seriously quite
different.
“Many
people's perception of the Proms is taken from the Last Night,
although this concert is very different from the others. It usually
takes place on the second Saturday in September, and is broadcast in
the UK on BBC Radio 3, and on BBC2 (first half) and BBC1 (second
half). The concert is traditionally in a lighter, 'winding-down'
vein, with popular classics being followed by a series of British
patriotic pieces in the second half of the concert. This sequence
traditionally includes Edward Elgar's "Pomp & Circumstance
March No. 1" (to part of which "Land of Hope and Glory"
is sung, n.b. to which I often append the sub title, “Land of Shite
and Tories”) and Henry Wood's "Fantasia on British Sea Songs",
followed by Thomas Arne's "Rule, Britannia!".
However, the "Fantasia" did not feature from 2008 to 2011,
though "Rule, Britannia!" has retained its place in the
programme in its own right. The full "Fantasia" re-appeared
in 2012, but was again absent from the 2013 concert. The concert
concludes with Hubert Parry's "Jerusalem" (a setting of a
poem by William Blake), and the British national anthem, in recent
years in an arrangement by Benjamin Britten. The repeat of the Elgar
March at the Last Night can be traced to the spontaneous audience
demand for a double encore at its première at a 1901 Proms concert.
The closing sequence of the second half became fully established in
1954 during Sargent's tenure as chief conductor of the Proms. The
Prommers have made a tradition of singing "Auld Lang Syne"
after the end of the concert, but it was not included in the
programme until 2015. However, when James Loughran, a Scot, conducted
the Last Night concert in the late 1970s and early 1980s he included
the piece as part of the programme. Since 2009, "You'll Never
Walk Alone", for audience participation has been included
annually– a contribution made by the current Proms director, Roger
Wright.”
I had to include this Wikipedia explanation just to set the stage,
for I believe nothing quite like The Last Night exists in any other
country or culture. It is so saccharinely sweet and intrinsically
twee that it would be impossible to either imitate or even replicate
to a close approximation. And then again, why would you want to?
This
year's guest tenor was, as the Telegraph put it, “Peruvian
tenor Juan Diego Flórez steals the show at Last Night of the Proms
as he delights fans with Inca costume.” His finale was Wahine
Guantamamea sung whilst wearing his Inca King gear. No, I'm not
making this up – he pranced around the stage dressed as a gooney
bird and sang Land of Hope and Glory to thousands of Union
Jack-waving pelicans in the crowd – the assemblage which contains
possibly the greatest collection of saddos and wierdos on the planet
(with the exception of the Mathematics Department at Birmingham
University). He warmed up by singing various operatic pieces. At
this point, they show sub-titles in English, but this does not really
help. Even the most rudimentary of language students can see that
the sub-titles bear no actual resemblance to what is being sung.
Now,
I will not abuse those who like opera: I just never found the reason
or sense in it. There is no melody. It's is really just organised
shouting (in a foreign language).
I
particularly enjoy it when the camera focuses on the orchestra. Now
these folks are very skilled musicians. But the whole shemozzle is
so artificial that it positively reeks of sycophancy. The first
violin believes he is the modern-day equivalent of Julius Caesar's
First Spear Centurion. The promenaders ooze orgasmic noises when he
deigns to wave at them. (Hand me the sick bag please, Hazel) And, I
really wish someone could explain to me why there are no left-handed
violin players in an orchestra?
I
tracked this down:
Hello,
I am a left handed violinist, as in bow in left hand. I play classical, as well as many other styles.
In your opinion, what would be my odds of getting into an orchestra? Be honest, say what you feel and think.
Obviously there a big stigma attached to playing left handed in the classical world.
I am a left handed violinist, as in bow in left hand. I play classical, as well as many other styles.
In your opinion, what would be my odds of getting into an orchestra? Be honest, say what you feel and think.
Obviously there a big stigma attached to playing left handed in the classical world.
Answer
(or should I say Antwort?)
You
want me to be honest, so I will. I have been a manager of orchestras
and professional musicians for more than 30 years and I have to tell
you stand NO CHANCE at all of getting a job in an orchestra if you
play the wrong way around. Your bow will always be going in the wrong
direction, with the potential to clash with your stand partner. You
will also 'look' very strange in the middle of a section. Also, your
instrument will be facing the opposite way to everyone else's,
leading to balance problems. There is no 'stigma' against left-handed
players in music. There is a higher proportion of left-handed people
in the music profession than almost any other strand of society.
However, they were not as unlucky as you in being 'allowed' to play a
string instrument back-to-front.
Every left-handed string player I know (and there are lots, owing to the relatively high proportion of left-handers in the music business) was taught to play the correct way. They actually have the advantage of using their strong hand to play all those fiddly left-hand fingerings.
I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but you should never have been allowed to learn to play 'the wrong way'.
Every left-handed string player I know (and there are lots, owing to the relatively high proportion of left-handers in the music business) was taught to play the correct way. They actually have the advantage of using their strong hand to play all those fiddly left-hand fingerings.
I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but you should never have been allowed to learn to play 'the wrong way'.
My
case is well and truly rested. 20% of the population are excluded
just for being born left-handed! Where is the march on Downing
Street?
The
finale includes Jerusalem – words by that well-known drug addict
William Blake who must have been high as a kite when he postulated
that Jesus strolled about England. Because it has become a kind of
English pseudo-anthem tells you all you need to know of the real
English character. Odd, weird, jingoistic, mad as a March Hare.
The
finish is Auld Lang Syne and two verses of God Save the Queen. Since
no-one actually knows more than one verse now-a-days they have the
big screen with the words helpfully scrolling by. How thoughtful.
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