http://blog.oup.com/2012/11/elliott-carter/ Academic insights for the thinking world. Wed, 22 May 2013 20:11:30 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.4.2 http://blog.oup.com/2012/11/elliott-carter/#comment-318238 Is it music? A listener’s journey | OUPblog Tue, 04 Dec 2012 08:31:09 +0000 http://blog.oup.com/?p=31764#comment-318238 [...] Carter (touchingly eulogized by Paul Griffiths last month on the OUPblog) likewise acknowledged that most listeners did not understand his music: [...] [...] Carter (touchingly eulogized by Paul Griffiths last month on the OUPblog) likewise acknowledged that most listeners did not understand his music: [...]

]]> http://blog.oup.com/2012/11/elliott-carter/#comment-313658 Elliott Carter 1908-2012 RIP | Richard Lannoy Composer blog Tue, 20 Nov 2012 19:31:14 +0000 http://blog.oup.com/?p=31764#comment-313658 [...] Here’s a link to a blog by Paul Griffiths on an earlier encounter with the composer: http://blog.oup.com/2012/11/elliott-carter/ [...] [...] Here’s a link to a blog by Paul Griffiths on an earlier encounter with the composer: http://blog.oup.com/2012/11/elliott-carter/ [...]

]]> http://blog.oup.com/2012/11/elliott-carter/#comment-313613 Elliott Carter: the obituaries | The Rambler Tue, 20 Nov 2012 14:11:41 +0000 http://blog.oup.com/?p=31764#comment-313613 [...] Paul Griffiths has one of the best stories of them all, in the OUP blog: I must have seen Elliott Carter several times in London from deep back in the seventies; perhaps the earliest of my mental photographs has him standing at the kerbside at Oxford Circus, waiting to cross the road, his head slightly turned and raised to look at his publisher who was with him, Janis Susskind, his face (as it would always be) smiling, his white hair lifted by the wind. But an occasion to meet him properly did not come until June 1995, at the Aldeburgh Festival, when I had to interview him for The (London) Times about the piece he had written for the coming Proms: Adagio tenebroso, the middle movement of hisSymphonia. Already then his continuing productivity was remarkable, and that was certainly on my mind as we sat together in an area of the lounge at the Wentworth Hotel, where we were both staying. Here was Elliott Carter, whose first published works, though by no means youthful, were by now almost six decades old. Here he was: sitting, smiling, waiting for the first question. [...] [...] Paul Griffiths has one of the best stories of them all, in the OUP blog: I must have seen Elliott Carter several times in London from deep back in the seventies; perhaps the earliest of my mental photographs has him standing at the kerbside at Oxford Circus, waiting to cross the road, his head slightly turned and raised to look at his publisher who was with him, Janis Susskind, his face (as it would always be) smiling, his white hair lifted by the wind. But an occasion to meet him properly did not come until June 1995, at the Aldeburgh Festival, when I had to interview him for The (London) Times about the piece he had written for the coming Proms: Adagio tenebroso, the middle movement of hisSymphonia. Already then his continuing productivity was remarkable, and that was certainly on my mind as we sat together in an area of the lounge at the Wentworth Hotel, where we were both staying. Here was Elliott Carter, whose first published works, though by no means youthful, were by now almost six decades old. Here he was: sitting, smiling, waiting for the first question. [...]

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