Antonín Dvořák- Symphony No 9: "New World Symphony" LIVE (REACTION & REVIEW) 

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I wonder if Dvorak was aware what he had created. To be able to write a 45 minute piece that is at the same time incredibly intricate yet easily accessable is only something real masters who were blessed with incredible inspiration managed to do. Mozart 40th Symphony and Beethoven 7th managed to do it before this and he held his own against them effortlessly.

To Raymore being greek i didnot hear any classical in 63 i goty forhts tecprd which ny the way was also yhe Beatles It was my Emglish teacher who tirmede on to threatte and music !!! Later i discovered metal and the big surprise was that i enjoyed both now at 74 i still enjoy So to all music lover HALLO and best grom Cypurs ❤️❤️❤️🇨🇾🇨🇾🇨🇾

"Con Fuoco" literally means "with fire".

Dvorak's 8th is actually the first symphony I heard from him, by chance on a radio station. I thought it was the 9th symphony when I bought the record, but was pleased with it. I eventually found Dvorak's 8th, in all its robust glory on record. I also found a recording of the 7th symphony by Bernstein and the NY Philh. Orch., which is also really good, and reminds me of a theme in the Star Wars movie The Empire Strikes Back.

You are not wrong. This one is so incredibly popular, and with good reason, but I think both the 7th and the 8th are even more inspired.

people who think it's boring have probably only heard piano solos from mozart and beethoven like eine kleine and fur elise, they probably think that's all it is as well. not like they are bad pieces, but there is just so much more to listen to.

I'm not sure it's more 'commercial' than some other works but more something that's commercialised by others (who see useful politics in it for example). Of course the whole push in the late 19th century was nationalism and using local folk music was part of that. That's the context that some people will rather miss here by taking a limited perspective. Dvorak like others then was interested in folk music in general.

@@joebloggs396 Thanks, Joe. You're right about the nationalism link with folk tunes, and probably my favourite Czech work is Smetana's Ma Vlast (My Country)

On that first point, I know exactly what you're saying, but what does "commercial" even mean in the context of this kind of classical music? We're talking about music that's more than 100 years old written by one of the world's great composers. If it means "popular" or "accessible" is that necessarily a bad thing? Is the opposite "pretentious"? We're not talking about a five-minute composition here. The Dvorak New World symphony is a great composition that has stood the test of time. Folks out there can deride it as commercial if they like, but to me, a substantial piece of music that was popular 100+ years ago and still widely enjoyed today is normally a sign of something good.

@@JohnWhipp I think commercial means that more albums and concert tickets are sold. With concerts, in my experience, sometimes a popular work is on the same bill as a more obscure, challenging one, usually by a living composer. I was at such a concert, and the obscure work was actually booed, before the composer stood up to take a bow. Awkward!

Really appreciate that avogrid! Ty

Eee by gum 🙂

Thanks so much for watching Quoten! Definitely hard to follow along at points, but so satisfying to listen to :D

With any multi-movement piece, not just symphonies.

Just follow the lead from the front row. They know when to clap .

I really appreciate those words Chris :)

Thank you so much Elizabeth!

Probably helped sell the piece there by saying that too.

Symphony 2!

yes, I heard MuseScore violin concerto is a good one too.

You're quite correct, the St Matthew Passion sets standards of excellence that have not yet been equalled, let alone surpassed. All this talk about AI being a threat to humanity, just upload that and it'll do the electronic equivalent of shaking its head and slinking out of the room.

and I almost forgot that he also conquered the moon

Thank you Walter! Hope that you're having a wonderful day in GC!

@@JustJP Thanks.

Thank you Stu :)

Thats so nice of you to say John, thank you for the kindness 😊

@@JustJP just being honest. I am impressed by your knowledge of music. I didn’t expect you to dig into Classical Music.

No "might" about its influence on John Williams. And Howard Shore probably had it playing on infinite repeat when writing the scores for the Lord of the Rings films.

Named "Goin' Home", a late friend had this played at his funeral here in the UK.

@@songsmith31a sublime.

I know this Symphony because of Augus' boss fight from Asura's Wrath. And then saw "The Emperor of Mankind once said..."

Outside of the US there would be other contenders like Beethoven 5, Mozart 40.

yes!

Dvorak and Tchaik were born the same year. Brahms was far more influential on Dvorak, or rather, they were influential on each other.

I'd love to, but copyright would shut down any livestreams unfortunately

🍷Thanks for havin' a drink with me Richard!

Incorrect. Classical musicians use circular breathing quite often The English Horn player was indeed circular breathing in the 2nd mvmt. Some (most) musicians would choose not to use circular breathing for it, though. It's a choice. This soloist used it to allow the conductor to be extra rubato with the tempo, which was a deliberate choice on both their parts. True professionals.

You’re actually wrong

Ty ty David 😊

Other possibilities: Tchaikovsky's 1st, Prokofiev's 3rd, Mozart's 20th, Grieg's (only)...

I second the Yo Yo Ma performance of the Cello Concerto.

Makes sense now :) Ty Vanatani!

Ty James :)

The pronunciation of Dvořák is really complicated if you aren't Czech 😅. There actually is a D at the beginning but it's so short you can't really hear it. The ř is a unique sound that you just cannot pronounce so your description is as good as it gets for a foreigner ❤. The ř is actually a trilled R (like Spanish) but the R trills the tongue on the hard palate while Ř trills the tongue on the teeth, the bottom part of the teeth. The ´ above A just means 'twice as long'. So 'á' is pronounced as a ♩ and 'a' as a ♪.

Er that digression. It's just about the strangeness of prejudice, that's all. Context: my family. I'd say that in principle there was no racism allowed in our house, but that it kind of sneaked in by not being noticed - by a lack of awareness one might say - at times. On the side of anti-racism things like using racist words were in the category of crimes that warranted severe punishment, for instance. And "mind your manners or you're dead" as Budgie so succinctly put it in their song, Parents. OTOH, lets say both my parents had very low expectations of indigenous Africans (as did the various Grannies and Grandpas). (On my mom's side, if you said one of those bad words in Granny's presence, you literally had your mouth washed out with that horrible old blue soap the old people used to use, and the shops kept on selling until that generation had passed on. And for disrespecting any adult you got clobbered hard enough for it to hurt enough to earn your dread. This is just part of being so old fashioned you're running a full generation behind the rest of the world.) So far there's nothing particularly strange here. If feeling indulgent, one can call it falling on the more hopeless side of just being hopelessly human. Here's the weird thing, though. (Just for its inconsistency, basically.) In our house "negroes" (from far, far away, in America) were not considered "black" - as in "not properly black" (On account of non-aware prejudice). "They" were basically darker white people. (White people being normal folk in this parochial view of the world - just like in many parts of the world the locals take themselves for the "median human" of the entire Earth. Maybe more tribalism and isolation than racism per se.) The old movies we'd watch on a Sunday - 16mm film projected onto what would count as a "big screen TV" size screen would show all the actors of the times and the olden times, as Hollwood showed them. That's about as much as we knew about "negroes" - as far as this aspect goes. What it boiled down to was that Sammy Davis Jr was normally cool, Louis Armstrong was funny and nice, etc - just their personalities or personae, not some category. They weren't "Natives" ("natives" was a neutral, descriptive word you could use for describing someone without being clobbered for it.) I mean "they", of course. But when you grow up you figure out that "negros are Natives" ... (although you phrase that differently because both those old words have become something you have to take yourself out back with the strap for using). (I exaggerate. It would be boring if I didn't.) Another variant on this distinction-drawing between ("OK black people, and less OK ones") was the rationalization that "negroes are actually all Coloureds" - which requires some contextual parsing to "make sense" - to be less circular than that might sound. It goes with an additional layer of prejudice that goes with the old South African "not-racist" prejudices (the prejudices of the people who voted against apartheid, and hated it - but not enough to go to jail over this). In South Africa, "Coloureds" are people of mixed descent, and they're viewed differently by most prejudiced people (of various shades, now) to "black" people. It's not hard to see how. Being "Black" in South Africa also involves being part of one of the indigenous cultures. For one thing, it generally involves speaking an Nguni language at home, not English. It's a non-European culture - or was - seems to be dying out these days, which is a pity in many ways. A Coloured, OTOH, would speak Afrikaans (derived from Dutch, and really a "Coloured" language in origin, mainly - but that layer of this onion overcomplicates things) or English. The prejudices toward the indigenous tribes are largely down to a quite big cultural divide - which means people on either side of that divide can behave very "weirdly" from the point of view of the other. That doesn't make it right. This isn't that kind of "splaining". This is something like your cat bringing you a rat, rather. The mutilated matter-of-fact parts of the rat left in your bathtub for some feline reason. Hed ther, gutses ther, thats tail, Rat.) A bunch of facts there's no need at all for you to understand, but there they lie. Tomorrow, it's cat vomit instead. Rat, it cum out agen, kil nex dor. Cat stuff. To be fair to all the people who still err in this way (as long as they don't get mean about it, which is what really matters) I had a landlord once who, as a young man lived in Zambia, and had a drivers licence and knew how to read and do arithmetic. This qualified him according to the values of the rulers of the times to be "in charge" of a group of grown African men who'd been warders in a game reserve there for several years, counting elephant for scientists. He didn't buy into the social arrangement, but grabbed the job quickly before they could change their minds, and lived miles away from the back of beyond, out there in the bush with the rangers - having the good sense to do as he was told, unlike a lot of kids. (I'll get to the point don't worry.) So the jeep started to run low on fuel at one time, and sources of fuel were not easy to find. They asked where the District Commissioner was, outside the park, and got on the dirt road to his house. And when my landlord knocked, the door was answered by the biggest, blackest black man he had ever seen, who broke into the biggest smile he's ever seen, shook his hand like he was a long lost brother, and said, in perfect American, "Man, it's good to see another white man round these parts for a change!" (He'd been assigned there by the Peace Corps or something.) (I think I should neglect to explain that. "Read the previous paragraphs", maybe. Yes it was a joke. Yes there was a hint of seriously in it, nevertheless.) Oh, hang on. The point. The point was something like that Nat King Cole sang for their love when they were still dating, and then years later on, Paul Robeson sang something like "the Truth". And this is the kind of thing that moves people beyond the ground floor they started on. (In later years, there's a similar effect with people like Bob Marley, and kids who start out just being rebels who smoke dope, and later change quite deeply as they start to take the music that goes with that, and that speaks to them the most, seriously.) It does end up being about the music, then. Paul Robeson would be very disappointed that he didn't manage to turn my dad into a communist, though.