Sanna Nielsen: Undo

This is a review which I unpublished – i.e., I changed its “visibility” – a few years after its publication, but decided to again make public. I have expanded it a little.

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Since I reviewed Loreen’s winning contribution to the Eurovision Song Contest two years ago, I should say something about this year’s Swedish contribution too. It would be unfair not to mention Sanna Nielsen, for hers is a better song and even a better performance.

My first and basic criterion in this connection is the avoidance of melodic and compositional banality, a criterion which is basically negative, but which of course implies the standard of the opposite, positive quality. ‘Undo’, written by av Fredrik Kempe, David Kreuger, and Hamed “K-One” Pirouzpanah, passes this test. It has considerable melodic sophistication, gracefulness and elevation, and there’s a general benign sense of style about it all which counterbalance and mitigate the genre-defining, popular-romantic disproportion between the theme of the song and the emotional intensity of its performance and musical arrangement. The genre, of course, represents the art of ever reformulating the same basic experiences with only minor, peripheral variations. In life, their commonality of course does not reduce their intensity, doesn’t make them trivial or banal. Yet the present genre is of course almost defined by its non-avoidance of banality in their artistic expression. Still, even within it, the variations of the limited themes and their expression are considerable, and the ones we find in ‘Undo’ are far better than most at the ESC.

Sanna stands still, expressing, with some degree of real inspiration, the standard level of passion while refraining from dancing or other larger movement, something which has become increasingly uncommon and recalls typical songs and performances decades ago not in need of additional visual theatricality. There is also no one else on the stage dancing or doing anything else. Sanna is enough. Such absence of choreographic supplements and vulgar histrionics, such relative simplicity, relying solely on the quality of the song and on the singer’s voice and persona is – it seems to me – rare today. The number of elegant details and subtleties which Sanna’s flawless delivery is able to convey within this minimalism is impressive.

The lyrics are a little strange: in the chorus Sanna sings (as far as I can hear) “undo my sad”. And only twice, perhaps even just once, at the end, and in a way that is barely audible, she adds the – in itself of course hardly unexpected – word explaining what it is that is her “sad”, and must be undone: her “love”. But at least with regard to the meaning, this could perhaps be said to be an interesting effect of suspension, anticipation, postponement.

In sum, this is the best ESC contribution I’ve seen and heard in recent years. I admit I’ve missed most – but commentators who disagree must argue in reasonable critical terms their case for other songs.

Ernst Robert Curtius

Curtius

“Ernst Robert Curtius (* 14. April 1886 in Thann (Elsass); † 19. April 1956 in Rom) war ein Gelehrter, Romanist und Enkel des Philologen und Archäologen Ernst Curtius.

Curtius etablierte die Erforschung des lateinischen Mittelalters in der Literaturwissenschaft, gilt als einer der herausragenden Experten auf dem Gebiet der mittelalterlichen Literatur und zählt zu den bedeutendsten Vertretern der deutschsprachigen Romanistik.”  Weiterlesen: Wikipedia

E. Michael Jones: Living Machines

Bauhaus Architecture as Sexual Ideology

Ignatius Press, 1995

Back Cover:

JonesFollowing up his best selling books Degenerate Moderns and Dionysos Rising, E. Michael Jones completes the trilogy as he reveals in this book how modern architecture arose out of disordered lives of its creators.

Beginning with the simultaneous collapse of both his marriage and the Austro-Hungarian empire, Walter Gropius began to formulate an architectural rhetoric that he felt would speak to the needs of the newly emerging modern man. As a sexually liberated social nomad, modern man would have no need for home or family, no need to be rooted in a particular time or place or family or soil or culture. He was to live henceforth in the “international style”. Within a period, that deeply materialistic architectural vision would conquer the world.

From the suburbs of Moscow to the south side of Chicago, the new man would live in machines, living machines, to use Gropius’ words. Jones’ book, Living Machines is an explanation of where that vision came from, where it led, and why it ultimately failed.

“Socrates said that the order of the city was the order of the soul writ large. In other words, man’s internal spiritual order, or disorder, is inevitably reflected outward in the political and cultural arrangement of his surroundings. In Living Machines, E. Michael Jones shows this to be no less true for modern architecture. Anyone who has stood dumbfounded before the sterility and ugliness of many modern buildings must have wondered what conception of humanity inspired these structures. Jones has the answers in the moral biographies of the seminal architectural revolutionaries of the 20th century. As Jones has shown in his other works, aesthetic revolutions are born of moral revolutions. As provocative as Tom Wolfe’s From Bauhaus to Our House, Jones’s book is far more profound. In his dissection of the spirit of modernity, Jones has again proven to be a master pathologist. This book should be read as part of a brilliant trilogy including his Degenerate Moderns and Dionysos Rising.”  Robert Reilly