Arnold Schoenberg
Arnold Schoenberg
Arnold Schoenberg or Schönberg; 13 September 1874 – 13 July 1951) was a Jewish Austrian composer, music theorist, and painter. He was associated with the expressionist movement in German poetry and art, and leader of the Second Viennese School. With the rise of the Nazi Party, by 1938 Schoenberg's works were labelled as degenerate music because he was Jewish; he moved to the United States in 1934...
NationalityAustrian
ProfessionComposer
Date of Birth13 September 1874
CountryAustria
In Spring! In the creation of art it must be as it is in Spring!
In fact, the influence of Schoenberg may be overwhelming on his followers, but the significance of his art is to be identified with influences of a more subtle kind-not the system, but the aesthetic, of his art. I am quite conscious of the fact that my Chansons madécasses are in no way Schoenbergian, but I do not know whether I ever should have been able to write them had Schoenberg never written.
Great art presupposes the alert mind of the educated listener
An artistic impression is substantially the resultant of two components. One what the work of art gives the onlooker - the other, what he is capable of giving to the work of art.
If music is frozen architecture, then the potpourri is frozen coffee-table gossip... Potpourri is the art of adding apples to pears…
I find above all that the expression, atonal music, is most unfortunate — it is on a par with calling flying the art of not falling, or swimming the art of not drowning.
If it is art, it is not for all, and if it is for all, it is not art.
Rests always sound well.
I was never revolutionary. The only revolutionary in our time was Strauss!
There are no more geniuses, only critics.
Although our "gentle air" cannot improve the way hate and envy look, it does seem not to encourage firmness and decision. All is compromise; caution and refinement are everywhere. Everything has to "make a good impression" - whether or not it is any good: the impression is the main thing.
Composing is a slowed-down improvisation; often one cannot write fast enough to keep up with the stream of ideas.
My music is not modern, it is merely badly played
Lucidity is the first purpose of color in music.