Why do I love Tchaikovsky

(c) Dina Snejdarova

 

 

"It is a barrel of honey," explains to me with almost an expression of contempt my musical friend - intellectual. I know that has a refined taste, sharpened ears and loves Bruckner, which I can understand... "Tchaikovsky is a shit, Brahms is a shit," preaches to me through a haze of cigarette smoke a foreign musicologist. "I relax with Hindemith, " proudly tells me my friend - composer (which I do not get too much and rather try to conceal my other favourite composers from him). Am I weird? Does this make me a shallow person? Or is Tchaikovsky exclusively women's affair? What I really like about this "sweet glue"?
It is true that the times are gone when I was over the moon about The Swan Lake, The Sleeping Beauty and The Nutcracker. After all, I was about eleven ... (Now more I am amazed when anyone can play such a difficulty without causing damage to the dancers. ) Later I had the opportunity to link the music of Tchaikovsky to his personal life. It was awe-inspiring. I was fascinated by that amount of pain, bad decisions, unfavourable circumstances and almost bizarre situations. Finally, I made distant friends with that shy and hypersensitive composer suffering from depression. I appreciate that despite his limits he continued to work, desire and seek, and I think that because of it he often touched perfection. That's why I love listening to his music.



© Dina Snejdarova