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Three Songs, One Motif

I like classical music. A lot, but not enough to never be bored with it. I start an opera, and then just sort of never finish watching any. One of my favorite things, though, is to look up classical melodies and motifs that ended up having a major part in Israeli culture, and the little connecting dots, and differences, between our version, and the original.

The best example to this is the one I’m not going to discuss, but one of our most famous Hannukah songs is this, which is much more familiar and beautiful as this choir performance to Handel’s 327148th oratorio, Juddas Maccabeus. However, probably the biggest classical motif in Israeli culture, is La Mantovana. And this is when things get a little bit obscure.

It's Smetana

La Mantovana is a motif, as I am told by Wikipedia, that existed since the 17th century. There were two very famous uses of it. We’ll look at three, because I’m feeling archetypical.

Ma Vlast: Die Moldau, Bedřich Smetana

This might be the earliest and most famous one of the three, and it’s still not exactly familiar. It’s a beautiful melody, and written as the second in a set of symphonic poems, written between 1874 and 1879. Each one depicts a beloved aspect of Bohemia, which was a country at some point. the Moldau is the German name for the Vlatva, the river running through Prague. Two world wars later, in which that area changed its name more times than a runaway war-criminal, it still manages to evoke a sense of patriotism along with a love of nature. I wish Jerusalem had a river.

Die Moldau, Brecht-Eisler

This song, still referring to the Moldau river, was written by Bertolt Brecht. Now, with someone as prolific as Brecht, it’s sometimes very hard to find information about his lesser-known songs, and Moldau is no exception. However, it does have a nice Hebrew translation, and Eisler was clearly quoting Smetana in his composition.

What I really find to be lovely about it, is that instead of raving about the idyllic countryside, Brecht does what he did best during his early years in the Weimar republic. He takes a rather beautiful classical theme, and makes it about slaughtering dictators.

Bravo.

Hatikvah, Naftalie Herz-Imber

And, with my national anthem on topic, return to patriotism as our leading motif. Personally, I don’t like Hatikvah at all- To me, it seems that everything that was good about Smetana’s composition seems to disappear completely when the lyrics are added. To anyone too lazy to check them on the video above, they go, roughly:

Jews, Jews, Jews

We are the Jews

This is our country

And Jerusalem is Jewish

So fuck off.

You can probably tell while I’m not hugely in favor of a national anthem that ignores about a quarter of the country’s citizens. I also have gripes about the melody- The pacing was slowed for the anthem, which makes is drag very unpleasantly, and makes the song last forever. Have I mentioned that the original version had ten verses, each separated by the refrain?

But the one thing I like, in an ironic sort of way (I’ll spare you another hipster .gif), is how we’ve gone from patriotism, to revolution, and back. If the history of my national anthem has taught me one thing, it’s that we can’t let the powers we fight against assimilate us. Bertolt Brecht a vehemently anti-Nazi, and spent years in exile from Germany. Years later, a country that rose because of this war he was so much against, is denying human rights from millions of people, and uses one of inspirations as its national anthem. I’d like to think that he’s rolling around, but only because the mental image makes me smile.

Sexy Thing

People say that it’s very easy to criticize and hate thing, talk about how critics are probably the lowest form of writers, and so on, but I have to admit that I find it remarkably hard.

Now, I hate plenty of things. I like writing about them, too. But the hardest thing for a critic to do, for me, is to get over how depressing all the horrible shit that goes on is, and actually properly write about it. I don’t know if my current melancholy situation is best for it, but it beats going emo to Bertold Brecht. Even if I love Brecht.

 

 

But unlike my Brechtieppopsiekins, I don’t get very angry when I see something horrible or stupid- I just get very depressed and refuse to leave the house before sunset. I’m not even a vampire. So while I’d like to keep this blog updated, please stand by until I’m capable of seething again.

How to Ignore Your Country and Still Stay Informed

There’s no easy way to say this, but a lot of shit is going on in Israel right now. For political analysis of the geo-political situation, I recommend a blog called not this blog, what is wrong with you, I’m an idiot. Why I write about it, is mainly because it’s impossible to ignore, and fairly depressing.

So, today will be that post about ignoring the country you live in, while still maintaining grasp upon reality. Kind of.

1. Don’t watch TV, or listen to the radio

This one should be obvious. Considering all army-related news come from the IDF spokesperson, anyway, there is absolutely no reason to do so. All of your favorite songs and programs are on the internet, so why would you even want to turn those boxes on? They lie.

2. Blogs and Twitter: Your new CNN

They might not be completely accurate at all times, but neither are mainstream news. Bloggers, at least, usually have good intentions. All news are biased in their own way, and you’re likely, just as I did, to follow accounts that agree with your political views. This is perfectly fine, because while informing you, they’ll be upset and happy whenever you are.  You’ll be informed, but not constantly furious.

3. Get a life

Politics aren’t everything in the world. They might be what eventually decides if a missile blows your head up, but you have so little influence that it doesn’t matter if you take interest or not. Interest is my keyword here: Have many of them, so you’re not just stuck with political blogs and Twitter accounts from Gaza. Find a book series to obsess about. Follow celebrities on Twitter. Get into fights on what’s better, a contratenor or contralto (more on my interest in classical music in my next post, An Analysis of Motifs in Verdi’s Don Carlos). By the time you’re scourging Youtube for videos of that favorite hunky baritone, you’ll forget all about Iran’s nuclear program.

4. Play pretend

Do you live in a country that had trending topics on Twitter? If so, develop an obsession to another country (see item #3), and change your trending topics to match. Now that you’ve turned of your TV, you can watch whatever you’d like online, thanks to the magic of piracy, too. I am an anglophile. My Twitter tells me of things to do in London this week, and what’s new at the Royal Opera House. When I sit at my computer, I don’t live in Israel. I might get annoyed at things that happen here, but five minutes later, I could get excited over that new production of Peter Grimes that the RoH is planning, or just shut off everything and watch QI. Citizens of the internet don’t need passports to cross the border.

I could write a few more pointers to those who are still confused: How helpful music and a set of good headphones are, how comedy saved my life during the War in Gaza, and generally, how it’s just best to ignore it all, really. I could do that, but I haven’t listened to The Book of Mormon’s cast album in nearly an hour, and the radio is on. On the next death report, I’ll hopefully be dancing to Hasa Diga Eebowai.

Matured French Cheese

Go on, Shir! You’re fun and witty, aren’t you? You should open a blog and be a beacon of light in our grey life on internet-land. This is what literally no one has been telling me lately, as I was holidaying in Europe.

It’s rare to encourage anyone to write a blog, these days, because it’s not 2005. Is it because I’m a little older now, or because 14-year-old bloggers have gone off the face of the internet? Are they all of Facebook now, letting out their angst in one-liners? It feels as though blogs have lost their justification to be bad, because now it’s just us mature, smart people writing them.

I’m not very smart, or mature, and expecting that is like expecting Glenn Beck to speak a coherent and well-supported argument. It’ll just end in tears. As I write, for example, I’ve just returned from a holiday in Paris. What did I do in Paris? I stayed in my hotel room, depressed out of my mind.

It could have been my family, the extensive travel (we were after a week in London, which was lovely), or just the French people who kept being French, but I felt completely depressed for three days. I could not bring myself to leave the hotel for any reason other than chocolate.

However, it also left me with wanting to write. It didn’t matter what about, how much, or where. I now have a blog, and since I’m not 14, I’ll try to angst here as little as possible. So why do I want this? For the joy of writing, to let out my thoughts, and share my ideas.

This is, of course, complete bullshit. I want fame and comments and likes. Love me. Love me. Please oh please love me.