Five stars for Fauré

My review of the first concert in Steven Isserlis’s French chamber music series is in the Independent today.

I was amused by my unfortunate friend at The Arts Desk who dissed the concert because he doesn’t ‘get’ Fauré and thinks this music is only for drippy types who eat yogurt, vote Lib Dem and faint a lot. Their site seems to have rejected my recipe for home-made yogurt. Wouldn’t life be boring if we all had exactly the same reactions to music?

While we’re doing daft stereotypes, here are some more to have fun with.

Handel – for financially high-flying, emotionally repressed fanatics who will listen to nothing else yet remain stubbornly convinced that he was English and that he would have liked hearing his work performed with an orchestra of two-and-a-half plus a choir of 300 in the Albert Hall.

Bruckner – dysfunctional blokes in smelly anoraks who may have interesting surfing habits at their computers.

Johann Strauss – desperate housewives who fancy Andre Rieu, vote Tory because their dads did and hit the bottle daily at 5.59pm.

Monteverdi – alfalfa sprouts, sandals with socks, probably vote Labour under the staunch misapprehension that it is left-wing.

Wagner – well, you know who people think Wagner is for.

Got any more?





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