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Edited on Wed Dec-15-04 12:32 AM by ironflange
One day, many years ago, I was home with my son, then four or so years old. I put on Mahler's Tenth Symphony, and when it got to the heavy bass drum strokes of the finale I told him of the story behind this part of the work. From then on, he referred to any sort of "classical" music as fireman music, and it has stuck with us all.
Don't know the story? Here ya go.
The music of the coda breaks up and dissolves without a break into the Finale’s astonishing introduction, a grim funeral march punctuated by loud blows on a large, muffled military drum. (Is this an image of Death answering the previous movement’s suicidal call—i.e., “destroy me”?) In New York, in 1908, Mahler had seen, out his apartment window, the funeral procession of a fireman. The procession stopped, a speech was given, a single drum beat was heard, then, after a deathly silence, the procession continued. He was moved to tears by the spectacle, and remembered it when he came to write this introduction, which seems to capture his despair at the height of the marital crisis. After the first drum beat, he wrote, in the manuscript, obviously addressing Alma, “You alone know what it means. Ah! Ah! Ah! Farewell, my lyre! Farewell. Farewell. Farewell.”
You may read of the fireman's death as being "heroic," but that, unfortunately, is not the case. I looked the New York Times story up on microfilm. It turns out the victim was an FDNY captain (if memory serves) who entered a burning building to work on it from the inside, fell through the floor, and died. I guess it was pretty heroic, to go in like that, but it seems a bit rash too. He should have made sure of the floor.
There you have it. Fireman music. Covers all the bases.
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