Sometimes I have the same feeling for Rachmaninov, his piano concertos and symphonies in particular.
It's fascinating that Tchaikovsky is "too Disney-ish", considering the composer died a full eight years before Walter Elias Disney was born. Perhaps if you contended that Disney was too Tchaikovsky-ish, your prejudice would gain greater validity. But Disney was less a composer than a cartoonist, and Tchaikovsky much more a composer than ever a cartoonist. I would also contend that Tchaikovsky was much more of a composer than ever was Disney as a cartoonist. But this is rather like comparing apples and oranges, or Russian ballet and mice.I can't stand Tchaikovsky since the very beginning. Too Disney-ish for me most of the time. So I kind of look somewhere else whenever our paths cross. I know it's bad and all of that, but I am sure some of you have the same unavoidable feeling about some other composers. :devil:
Music being a collection of noises and whatnot, I'm not sure I see the issueAtonal Composers. Sounds like noise to me.
Beethoven for me, everything after op 10 and before op 110. And Shostakovich, except perhaps some of the very last music. And most of Schubert, apart the second piano trio.I can't stand Tchaikovsky since the very beginning. Too Disney-ish for me most of the time. So I kind of look somewhere else whenever our paths cross. I know it's bad and all of that, but I am sure some of you have the same unavoidable feeling about some other composers. :devil:
Answering only for myself... sorry, it's Tchaikovsky.TS, how about this?Great performance too
You've either arrived at the later life phase of a kind of clear and simple enlightenment, or your senior dotage. I think which depends very much upon who you ask.I guess so. Based on the last several months, if it ain't music by J.S. Bach, I simply don't listen.
Strangely enough, I think Tchaikovsky is the only composer whom I have a prejudice against. Every time I hear his name I think of pink bubble-gum cotton candy with extra sugar.Answering only for myself... sorry, it's Tchaikovsky.