I don't even care if I spelled the wretched man's name wrong. I've conceived of a rabid dislike for Sergei Prokofiev, and specifically for his whole "Romeo & Juliet" suite. A more redolent self-aggrandizing pile of tripe I have not come across. Actually, that isn't true. Most of the Russians fall into his category in my admittedly limited experience. This isn't to say that Russians in general are bad, and I wouldn't make THAT sweeping generalization for the world, but do we really need all that heavy harmonic CRAP!?! All I wanted to do was take a small jaunt and smoke a couple of coffin nails, and I'm subjected to MTT's freakin' Grammy performance of this sick little piece. FEH.
At lease Charlie's horse had gone away... stupid animal.
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Hear hear. Can't get away from the ghastly march of the Montagues & Capulets these days (sounds as if the talentless Serge is trying to pass a particularly difficult stool). 2nd least favourite is the horribly twee peter & the Wolf. But it's all dire except for one or two very early works (classical symphony, 1st piano concerto, 1st two minutes of the 3rd piano concerto)Most of his stuff sounds like the music they used to break up the scenes in ancient comedy programmes. How can this man regularly be rated the greatest 20th century composer after Stravinky?
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