Last Night of the Proms

Oh dear, Philippa Ibbotson really does seem to have got herself tied up in logical and rhetorical knots here. There’s something appalling about the Last Night of the Proms you see. All that flag waving, singing, Britannia and soon.

In recent years its programmes have represented increasingly diverse
cultures and ages in music (though neglecting, for some reason, to
correct the woeful underrepresentation of female composers and
conductors). But some things are hard to change, and the Last Night of
the Proms, being one of them, has remained resolutely entrenched in its
format.

Celebrating diversity. Not quite my cup of tea but chacun a son gout seems to be the correct attitude these days.

On this evening dialects are swept aside for a splendidly British
accent, as one of the most widely watched events in classical music –
which advertises itself as "watched and listened to by an audience of
many millions around the globe" – brings nationalism to centre stage.
It is odd that a series of such grand cultural ambition, musical
creativity and eclecticism should devote its finale to such rampantly
unashamed jingoism.

Gosh. I never realized that dialects are to be celebrated but accents are not. Is that why teh BBC now employs all those announcers whocannot be understood by anyone hailing from more than 5 miles from said announcer’s birthplace? Is not British a dialect? Is not, in fact, Jingoism a dialect, fully as worthy of celebration as any other? For if all cultures are equal, all to be respected, why should one be singled out as unworthy?

Few people would wish to kill the joy that music can inspire, and it
would be a shame to dampen the spirits of this evening. But with a bit
of imagination there are, surely, all manner of other ways in which
they could be raised. It is important to celebrate music, to recognise
its potential to unite humanity, to help us understand the universality
of our feelings. And the world is changing. We are changing. Perhaps it
is time for the Last Night of the Proms to change too.

Can’t help but be left with the feeling that she really does think that a celebration of Britishness should not be allowed.

In the comments section there’s some lovely stuff too.

And
that this should have been written by a person called Philippa. What
serpents the genteel middle classes have nurtured in their bosom.

Dear
God this newspaper goes from bad to worse, how many nights do the Proms
go on for, can’t you let those who you despise enjoy themselves for one
of those (forty is it?) without you preaching about it? Personally I’m
not a big fan of the last night but really is there nothing else for Ms
Ibbotson to get worked up about?

This commenting on things really is fun, eh?  Where a few years ago such a piece might have got Pippa a few gentle congratulations from fellow bien pensants it now attracts the mob pointing out the foolishness of her opinions. Tastes and definitions of said foolishness differ, of course, but it must be something of a shock to some writers to find that the audience really rather disagrees with many of their opinions.

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7 responses

  1. Lefties declaring the Last Night to be outdated, overly nationalistic, and in need of reform are as much a part of Britain’s social calendar as the event itself. Almost exactly the same column appeared last year, IIRC.

  2. Tim,
    ‘Serpents in their bosom’…
    Love it!

  3. Not my cup of tea, but it’s harmless. It’s hardly Triumph of the Will, is it?

  4. “it must be something of a shock to some writers to find that the audience really rather disagrees with many of their opinions”
    I dunno, I suspect that rather like yourself they plough on regardsless no matter how many people point out their cluelessness.
    Tim adds: Precisely. I’ve been getting such comments since I started. For those who write for the newspapers it’s all rather a new experience, isn’t it?

  5. The only people I know who have been to LNOTP are all foreign folks, including a bunch of Germans!
    Maybe its the closest they can get to a Nuremburg experience!?!
    I stopped reading the Guardian, not so much directly because of the nonsensical columnists, but rather I used to skip them to read the news, and there’s such a paltry amount of news in this paper now, that its not worth buying… it doesn’t last my tube journey…

  6. Diversity, schmiversity…
    OK, Pippa, off the top of your pointy little multicultural head, name me a female ‘classical’ composer a) that is any damn good and b) whose name is recognisable to >0.1% of the adult population.

  7. Hildegard of Bingen. Oh and that Clare Something woman who wrote the Little Prince opera.
    As for Philippa’s little problem, what’s interesting is she seems to think only the ethnically British can be patriotic. Has she watched any athletics lately? Perhaps she’d be happier if the flagwavers on the front row were more ethnic.

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