A firebird

The second half of the bill was Stravinsky’s Firebird music for ballet. By chance, I had heard the more familiar parts of it just ten days before (see previous post on Dancing Angels), but not ‘in the flesh’, as it were. Stravinsky was a musical revolutionary and, listening and watching, it’s easy to see where his revolution was taking place. But now his music is so mainstream as to be classified unconditionally as ‘classical’ in music shops and websites. It’s a depressing observation, but is it not the fate of all revolutionaries and revolutions to become mainstream sooner or later? I feel a poem coming on…