Showing posts with label Monty Python. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Monty Python. Show all posts

Monday, November 17, 2014

TV Quote of the Day (‘Monty Python,’ With the ‘All-England Summarise Proust Competition’)



Host Arthur Mee (played by Terry Jones): “Good evening and welcome, whereas Proust would say, 'la malade imaginaire de recondition et de toute surveillance est bientôt la même chose'. (roars of applause; quick shot of grinning faces of the jury) Remember each contestant this evening has a maximum of fifteen seconds to sum up 'A La Recherche du Temps Perdu' and on the Proustometer over here...” (curtain pulls back at back of stage to reveal a true, enormous, but cheap, audience appreciation gauge; it lists the seven books of Proust's masterwork in the firm of a thermometer) “you can see exactly how far he gets. So let's crack straight on with our first contestant tonight. He's last year's semi-finalist from Luton – Mr. Harry Baggot.” (Baggot, in evening dress, comes forward from back of stage, with a number three on his back.) “Hello, Harry. Now there's the summarizing spot—you're on the summarizing spot, fifteen seconds from now.”

(Music starts, continuity-type music. The needle of the Proustometer creeps up almost inperceptibly to a tiny level.)

Harry (played by Graham Chapman): “Proust's novel ostensibly tells of the irrevocability of time lost, the forfeiture of innocence through experience, the reinstallment of extra-temporal values of time regained. Ultimately the novel is both optimistic and set within the context of a humane religious experience, re-stating as it does the concept of intemporality. In the first volume, Swann, the family friend visits...”

(Gong goes, chord of music, applause. The meter has hardly risen at all.)

Mee: “Well tried, Harry.”

Voice Over  (provided by John Cleese): “A good attempt there but unfortunately he chose a general appraisal of the work, before getting on to the story and as you can see” (close up of Proustometer) “he only got as far as page one of 'Swann's Way', the first of the seven volumes. A good try, though, and very nice posture.”— Monty Python's Flying Circus, Season 3, Episode 5, “The All-England Summarise Proust Competition,” air date November 16, 1972, teleplay by Chapman, Cleese, Eric Idle, Jones, Michael Palin, and Terry Gilliam, directed by Ian MacNaughton

Monday, October 7, 2013

Movie Quote of the Day (‘Monty Python and the Holy Grail,’ on Executive Power)



King Arthur (played by Graham Chapman): “I am your king.”

Woman (played by Terry Jones): “Well I didn't vote for you.”

Arthur: “You don't vote for kings.”

Woman: “Well, how'd you become king, then?”

[Angelic music plays... ]

Arthur: “The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. THAT is why I am your king.”

Dennis (played by Michael Palin): [interrupting] “Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.”--Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975), screenplay by Graham Chapman, John Cleese, Eric Idle, Terry Gilliam, Terry Jones, and Michael Palin, directed by Terry Gilliam and Terry Jones (1975)

Right now, I’m inclined to think that the U.S. “system of government”—if we can call the current banana republic, brought to a standstill by a minority of lunatics, such—is slightly more farcical than an “aquatic ceremony.”

Saturday, April 11, 2009

This Day in Classical Music History (Beethoven’s Last Concert)


February 11, 1814—Following a creative drought caused by increasing deafness and depression, Ludwig von Beethoven performed for the last time in public as a pianist. Characteristically, the piece, one of his own compositions, turned out to be his most demanding one in the piano trio genre.

Trio in Bb Major, Op. 97, Beethoven’s sixth piano trio, has been nicknamed “Archduke,” in tribute to his recent patron and longtime pupil, Archduke Rudolph of Austria. The 26-year-old was not just any ordinary noble; he was not only the youngest brother of Francis II, Emperor of Austria, but also a force in the Roman Catholic Church (six years after this performance, he’d be named Cardinal-Archbishop of Olmutz).

Luckily for Beethoven, Rudolph was as good a friend as he was a diligent pupil (20 years a student of the composer). In 1809, in an attempt to keep the composer in Vienna, he and two other princes cobbled together a yearly annuity of 4,000 florins to surmount his restlessness about court life—flaring up all the more now that Jerome Bonaparte, newly installed as King of Westphalia by his brother, the Emperor Bonaparte, offered him a post as kappelmeister at a higher salary.

There were no conditions on the annuity from Rudolph and friends, except that the composer just stay put. He could create music whenever he wanted, for whatever occasion. I’m not quite sure, as some have claimed, that this made Beethoven the first “independent” composer, but it certainly gave him a leg up on poor Bach, Haydn and Mozart, who were, contractually speaking, part of the domestic staff of aristocrats—and, sometimes to their chagrin, treated as such.

Rudolph’s generosity is all the more impressive considering who he was dealing with. His notebooks exhortations to the contrary (“Never overtly show all men the contempt which they deserve, for one can never know when one may need them”), Beethoven was still given to irascibility. In the past, friends and admirers would have written it off to artistic temperament, a tendency strengthened by the composer’s immediate apologies for his displays.

By 1812, however, his deafness—the first symptoms of which appeared roughly around 1796--had progressed markedly. He could no longer, as he once had, perform in concert as a soloist. People had to raise their voices when speaking to him.

Eventually, the composer would use an ear trumpet and “Conversation Books” in order to communicate with the world. They weren’t helping him when he wrote his piano trio, however.

Many theories have been deduced about what caused Beethoven’s hearing impairment, but what might have mattered most, for his mental health, was what he thought of it. According to Maynard Solomon’s Second Revised Edition of his biography Beethoven, the composer thought, amazingly enough, that he himself was responsible, the result of rage against “a very ill-tempered, troublesome primo tenore” who was giving him problems about one of his operas.

Whatever one thinks of this idea, the mere thought of it must have been enough to fill Beethoven with self-loathing, even as his disability made him more paranoia about the rest of the world. (Think about it for a second: You can’t hear what people are saying, so maybe they’re talking about you.)

After the passage of time, it’s possible to joke about Beethoven’s travails, as Monty Python did with its sketch about “Beethoven’s Mynah Bird.” But the historical fact was much more serious. By mid-1813, Beethoven had grown so morose and slovenly as to alarm friends. The turn of the year finally found him coming slowly out of his torpor, buoyed enough by two new compositions, Wellington’s Victory and the Seventh Symphony, to take up more substantial work.

Some believe that the first performance of his last piano trio might have taken place in Rudolph’s own home. But at some point, the piece was deemed suitable for public performance. If the composer was going to be pressed into service to do so at a point where he had largely sworn it off, he’d have to feel a sufficient comfort level about this.

This was arranged, as two frequent collaborators joined Beethoven in this combo: violinist Ignaz Schuppanzigh (leader of the string quartet that introduced many of Beethoven's quartets and later some of Schubert's) and cellist Joseph Linke (for whom Beethoven composed sonatas). Schuppanzigh in particular would make Beethoven come out of his shell: the composer loved the fun he could have teasing his friend on account of his bulk (the violinist used always to complain about climbing the four floors to Beethoven’s apartment) as much as he did about the high quality of his art.

One of Beethoven’s most famous pieces was nicknamed “Eroica,” but, in truth, his ability to return to composing at a time of self-doubt and heartache must itself be called heroic. Beethoven: Letters, Journals and Conversations, translated and edited by Michael Hamburger, includes much inspiration about the creative process and how to live one’s life in the face of disappointment, including the following:

“My present life must not continue! Art demands even this sacrifice. Rest in your recreations, so as to work all the more vigorously in your art!”

And perhaps, even more so, this:
“There is much to be done on earth; do it soon!”