Thread inspired by my latest experience. I've stumbled across Britten's Four Sea Interludes, and was dissapointed. The Storm wasn't stormy at all. Discouraged from listening to something new I decided to listen to good, old Brahms, Symphony No. 4. Thoughts of seas and storms didn't left my mind completely, and I imagined those stuff while listening. And I have found the storm. Not in the music ment to describe storm, but in symphony written far, far away from the sea. The dynamic parts in the first movement seemd just like raging waves and rampant wind. Again, I have been reassured that the best program music is music which has no program until we, as listeners, will create it for ourselves.
So, this is the thread to write about your "programs", the things you imagine while listening to your favourite pieces of music.
For me, the music is sometimes like a movie. The sounds make me think about particular things and in time I have the whole story. For example, first movement of Tchaikovsky's violin concerto is about young, handsome insurgent, which survived November Uprising, but along with others has been exiled for penal labor in Siberia. At the beginning of the movement, he arrives to the prison farm and decides to escape. He succeeds, but after a long time. The time of his sufferings in cold mine are not described in the piece for too long. I would say that he escapes about third minute or so. He's tired, whiskery and hungry and there are no settlements nearby. So he walks, walks and walks though the plains of snow and cold forests, half-dead and freezing, wondering if he have any chances to return to his home. At the beginning of fifth minute he reaches the borders of Russia and gets close to his home village. After about 20 second enters fast, uneasy bunch of frazes on violin. Before he can see his home he must climp up to the hill, so he runs towards it almost breathless, hes getting closer anc closer, the famous orchestra theme is about to begin, and when it does, at the same moment he reaches the peak of the hill and see the green fields and feels the smells of summer, he looks into the blue sky, and runs down the hill during the repeating theme. After this the solo violin enters again, and he's running around, chasing the flowers wallowing in the grass and so on. When the theme is about to begin again, he sees his lover and they are falling into their arms and dance around. THE END.
Yes, I know you are moved! So am I! <weeps>
I wonder if anyone else have such fancies?