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...Barry White, Roberta Flack and Diana Ross. The song Never, Never Gonna Give You Up evokes the throb of disco, but in a comely, cooing, classic way; Honest is a soul-baring ballad with an intimate, unadorned sound that leaves Stansfield's voice free to shimmer in the foreground; and I Cried My Last Tear, Last Night is an unabashed I-won't-get-stepped-on-in-relationships call to arms that makes its case passionately but not gratingly. Although the album is a bit polite (it could use some Aretha Franklin-esque gospel fire), it has an easygoing sweetness...
...nicely into the Valentine theme, as it was composed during the time period in which Beethoven was allegedly in love with the Countess Giulietta Giuccardi to whom he gave piano lessons. Beethoven's enigmatic love life was romanticized in the recent film "Immortal Beloved," bringing these legends to the foreground of concert programming. Though it was written in the Classical period, this early symphony foreshadows his later work and the entire Romantic period. With its sweeping melodies and dramatic dynamic changes, this piece was markedly different from the other pieces in the program. Overall, H&H filled Symphony Hall with...
...childhood memory. The small boy in the nursery, dressed in a hussar's uniform and riding furiously on a rocking horse with drawn sword, is plainly Beckmann himself; a Puss-in-Boots hangs upside down from the ceiling; a languid carrot-haired odalisque on the sofa in the foreground blows iridescent soap bubbles of reverie and future desire; and a schoolmasterly figure holds up his hand in a gesture of censoriousness. On the right is a schoolroom scene with a teacher conducting a lesson in geography that doesn't impress young Beckmann, who holds out a drawing he has surreptitiously...
From Background to Foreground...
...Marseille Seen from L'Estaque, circa 1886. A blue bay, with blue hills on the horizon and a pale, scrubbed blue sky; a pier running into the blueness on the upper left, reaching (it seems) toward a white scarf of smoke coming from a chimney in the right foreground and binding the whole space between; below, the faceted blocks of houses and the lovely staccato rhythm of chimneys. It radiates peace and balance and, above all, easefulness--the sense of being united with a landscape of ancestral memory...