“ The Spawer adjusted the balance gently: "A concerto.""Ha! a concerto." Enlightenment swept over the Vicar's face like a tide of sunlight, and his shoulders shook as with the laughter of gladsome things. "Beautiful! beautiful! To think of our stubborn Ullbrig soil's being made to yield a concerto. Had it been a turnip now. But a concerto! Ullbrig knows nothing of concertos. It would know still less if you were to explain. Explanations only confuse us—besides being an unwarrantable violation of our precious rights of ignorance. ”
Concerto
Definition and stakes
A concerto, a musical composition typically structured in three movements—fast, slow, and fast—emerges as a dialogue between soloist(s) and orchestra, rooted in Baroque Italy and evolving through classical and romantic eras. From Vivaldi’s virtuosic violin concertos to Mozart’s nuanced piano works and Beethoven’s expansive symphonic dialogues, the form has continually adapted, balancing technical display with expressive depth.
Modern composers like Bartók and Shostakovich expanded its boundaries, while literary references, such as Tovey’s analysis of Bach’s structural balance or MacKenzie’s poetic depiction of a concerto’s emotional resonance, underscore its enduring cultural significance. This interplay of tradition and innovation defines the concerto’s legacy as both a technical benchmark and a vessel for artistic expression.
Quotes about “concerto”
Paul Rosenfeld, Musical Portraits : Interpretations of Twenty Modern Composers
“ No doubt, there are times, as in so many of the passages of the new version of his first piano concerto, when he seeks to dazzle with the opulence and clangor and glare of tones. However, as a rule, he writes politely. If the second concerto is a trifle too soft and elegiac and sweet, a little too [Pg 171] much like a mournful banqueting on jam and honey, it is still most deftly and ingratiatingly made. On the whole, even though his music touches us only superficially it rarely fails to awaken some gratitude for its elegance. But there is an essential that his music wants. ”
Compton MacKenzie,
Sinister Street, vol. 1
“ Plangent as music itself, serene as sculpture, with smiling lips magically crimson, adorably human, she finished her first concerto. And while she bowed to the audience and to the orchestra and the great shaggy conductor, Michael saw ridiculous teardrops bedewing his sleeve, not because he had been moved by the music, but because he was unable to shake by the hand every single person in King’s Hall who was now applauding his sister. ”
