We love Beethoven, Mahler and Tchaikovsky, and we'll never get tired of them.
But we have complained enough about the lack of imagination of the program not to mention that, in recent weeks, several symphonic evenings in Paris have dared to go off the beaten track, showing in passing that we should not underestimate the public absorption capacity.
Otherwise, the risk of so-called classical music drying up is real, as it is true that an art which is limited to three or four hits is not very far from knowing the fate of dead languages.
However, the musical language is more alive than ever.
And there is no inevitability for it to be so only at the cost of an alleged "accessibility" which is often only an excuse for simplism.
Take the Festival Présences, dedicated to the music of our time, and not necessarily that which caresses in the direction of the hair.
A niche for the happy few, at a time when it is difficult to fill the rooms: madness, will you say!
It's not at all like…
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