Not the Royal Rock Star We Might Have Wished For
Surely, I can’t be the only one who nearly choked on my oyster on New Year’s Eve, when King Frederik X delivered his first New Year’s speech. What a modern take on the old tradition! Instead of sitting solemnly at a desk, he calmly walked into the room – a room demanding attention, where a futuristic mural stole the show. I could barely focus on the speech itself, distracted by the psychedelic imagery behind him: a visual nod to Yellow Submarine by The Beatles. Was this a sign of a rock star ascending the throne?
Wishful thinking, as it turned out. The speech turned into a parade of predictable platitudes. The same can be said about the King’s new Honour March, composed by David M. A. P. Palmquist, former conductor of the Royal Danish Life Guards Music Corps. A traditional and sluggish piece that plays it entirely by the book.
Since H.C. Lumbye gifted a march to Frederik VII in 1861, it has been a tradition for members of the royal family to be granted personal marches. Take the lively and self-ironic Parade March for Queen Margrethe, which includes quotes from both »I Danmark er jeg født« and »Daisy Bell«. Or Crown Prince Frederik’s brisk and quirky Honour March in 6/8 time – written by Fuzzy for the now-King’s 30th birthday – tipping its hat to Carl Nielsen’s »Som en rejselysten flåde«.
But where is the personal character in Palmquist’s march? The composer approaches the task far too conceptually, attempting to give the piece a musical signature with a kind of rebus at the beginning. The first note is an F, followed by one ten steps higher – thus spelling »Frederik the 10th« in musical code. The many references to other military music are just as internal. What’s missing is something that breaks with protocol – just like King Frederik himself has done in his most memorable and beloved moments. In the end, it sounds like a march that has forgotten who it was written for.
English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek. Proofreading: Seb Doubinsky
Holdet bag DR’s nye musikprogram – der højst usædvanligt faktisk handler om musik – når lige at balancere på kanten af det fortænkte i første afsnit om L.O.C.-baskeren »Frk. Escobar« (2005).
Pligtskyldigt og overfortolkende analyseres temamelodien af en jazzkomponist ved flyglet, studentikost blæser vært Carsten Holm en skoleopgave om lyrikkens »dualitet« op på en containervæg, og fordi hjerneforskeren må være på hurtigkald hos alle kulturredaktioner, får Peter Vuust også lov at fortælle en anekdote om savlende hunde.
L.O.C. griner måbende hver gang, men bærer heldigvis over med redaktionens fikse idéer, tager engageret invitationen til musikalsk næranalyse op, og pludselig sidder rapperen og siger »crescendo« i bedste sendetid lørdag aften. Det er faktisk ret godt gået i sidste ende.
Lad dette være startskuddet til mere lydnær musikformidling på de store medier, også gerne af den mere kritiske slags end her.