The Rite of Spring: 100 Creepy Years

The radio informed me this morning that today is the 100th anniversary of the premier of Igor Stravinsky's famous Rite of Spring.  Sadly, I probably should have known this fact without the help of the radio, but I graduated two years ago now, which means that things like the dates of various compositions are no longer stored in my brain.  Instead I think about things like "Why is this grade not showing up on this kid's report card?  How do I fix it?"

That's beside the point, however.  The Rite of Spring is a unique piece that caused a legitimate riot at its first performance in Paris.  The music is frightening enough by itself, but when you realize that the whole thing is a ballet, you're liable to be terrified.  If you're not already familiar with the story, I'll give you a brief synopsis: a pagan tribe in Russia believes that in order to appease their tyrannical gods, a young girl must be sacrificed each year by way of dancing herself to death.  Fun stuff! 

On my way home this evening, the same radio station that announced the anniversary played a recording of the entire piece.  It was dark.  The rhythmic, uneven chords pulsated and dynamic changes happened suddenly and without warning.  Then rain started pouring down and thunder rolled menacingly.  All at once I could see the ballet in my head, and I pictured the pagan tribe emerging from the trees on either side of the road.  Never has music been quite so emotionally effective as this experience.

I reached over and made sure that my car doors were decidedly locked.

For your viewing pleasure, I'm adding links to a ballet performance that recreates the original choreography by Vaslav Nijinsky.  Please promise me that you won't watch it right before going to bed...

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