Busy listening to Bela Bartok last night - and remembered where my love of his music came from.
Back in the early 70's I was involved in a school prodution of Shakespeare's, 'A Midsummer Nights Dream' .
Don Boyle and Elaine Stone directed it and I think they based their ideas on an RSC production.
The fairies were dream like, elemental and in body stockings (mine was for a very tall man - so it fitted me fine - the stomach pushed out rather than the head thrusting up).
Weird music was wanted - and Malcolm Berry, of all people, (club footed, mountain climbing Geography teacher with a skimpy beard - who ended up knocking off every schoolboy's dream mistress, Alison S.), came up with the goods: Bartok's Concerto for Orchestra.
Through the end period of rehearsal and every night of performance (5 - or only - 3?) the music blasted out - and has been ingrained ever since.
Strange how fate gets a hand - I am now living and working in the part of the world Bartok lived in - and regularly hear the folk music live he collected and put into his works.
Best bit in it has to be the sound of the "ass" he-hawing: Keith Reed, where are you?
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