This
was inspired by a discussion I led at a meeting
of the Naples Writers' Circle. The topic was
'Humorous Writing'. The task was to write a
nonsensical pseudo-encyclopedic entry on the
composer Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov. Here:
Rimsky-Korsakov, Nikolai.
Russian inventor of the compound surname and
only member of the Russian Five (see: Multiple
Personality Disorders), prominent composers who
were forced to take up music after 6/11 of
Rimsky-Korsakov's personality and football team
was destroyed in a tragic Thorazine mine
explosion. The rest of Rimsky-Korsakov was known
as Korsky-Rimanof, Rimsky's Corsetsoff,
Cursty-Onandoff, and Mrs. Rebecca Symthe-Wimpole
of Smedlington-on-Foot (see: East Anglian Folk
Music. On Sundays, see: East Anglican Folk
Music. Note: If you can actually 'see' the
music, you are suffering from—and will soon die
from (see: 'So much for seeing')—a
condition called 'cross-sensorial transfer' or
'Synesthesia'. See: a doctor, then take two of
them little red ones and call him in the
morning.)
Rimsky-Korsakov composed a number of operas
drawn from Russian history and legend. In fact,
he originally did draw them. He also sandblasted
and spraypainted his operas onto granite
mountains on the outskirts of Moscow (although
he was in St. Petersburg at the time) before he
hit upon music as a vehicle. Some musicologists
speculate that he may also have been hit by
a vehicle at about the same time. His early work
Le Coq d'Or [The Golden Cockerel], was
originally a flop due to the fact that the
opening night public was apparently under the
impression that they had come to hear the ever
popular Golden Cocker Spaniel. Furious
critics were not at all assuaged when they found
out that 'assuaged' has nothing to do with
'massaged' and by learning that Le Coq d'Or
in Russian really means 'The pen of my aunt is
on the table'. Another of Rimsky-Korsakov's
operas, The Maid of Pskov (also known as
Ivan the Terrible) also failed until the
opera company came up with a prima donna
who looked a lot less like Ivan the Terrible.
Rimsky-Korsakov is well known for his orchestral
suite Scheherezade. Once you squeezed
the timpani out onto the balcony, you could fit
an entire 130 piece orchestra into the suite,
plus eight jugglers from the Moscow Imperial
Circus. Scheherezade (meaning 'Fragrant Dove' in
Arabic, but 'Buffalo Lips' in Tamazight, one of
the Berber languages of North Africa) is a
Sultan's young bride who saves her life by
maintaining his interest in the tales she tells
him over 1001 nights. After almost three years
of sleep deprivation the sadistic male pig
finally croaks and sweetcakes inherits the farm.
Irrefutable musico-medicinal research has now
shown that the sultan had Alzheimer's Disease
and that Scheherezade actually got away with
telling him the same story over and over again.
Rimsky-Korsakov also wrote the Russian
Easter Overture, which, due to the
differences in the Orthodox Ecclesiastical
calendar, is performed only at Christmas in leap
years. His most popular work is the Flight
of the Bumblebee, a musical tribute to a
disgusting yellow hairy arthropod, the sting
from which can induce anaphylactic shock and
kill you in no time flat. The bumblebee's only
claim to fame is that it somehow manages to keep
airborne in spite of having a metathorax about
as aerodynamic as a meatloaf. This flies in the
face of everything we know about meatloaf, and
if you've ever had a meatloaf fly into your
face, you will understand why I'm getting so
worked up about this. Anyway, the tune goes
"doodle-oodle-oodle-oodle-loodle-oodle-oodle-oodle.".
Some music critics feel it may be in the key of
C minor (see: Minor).
Rimsky-Korsakov was a master of orchestral
color, anticipating, for example, Gershwin's Rhapsody
in Blue, by once painting all the trombone
players in the Bolshoi Symphony a bright orange.
He often arranged the works of other composers.
He also arranged their finances, arranged their
furniture, arranged to meet their wives, and
once he rearranged Mussorgsky's face when they
both got stinko on a jug of cheap vodka, a
potent Russian drink made by squeezing potatoes
with barefoot peasants, then discarding the
potatos and drinking the peasants.
Rimsky-Korsakov even arranged to have
Mussorsgsky's Boris Godunov staged
outdoors in the dead of winter, which is why
only one person showed up, a gentleman whose now
famous comment, "If it's Gudonov for Boris, it's
gudonov for me!" has gone down in the annals of
Russian musical criticism as totally
incomprehensible. (see: 'Totally
incomprehensible'. You may have to search for a
while. It should be somewhere between 'totally
igloo' and 'totally isometric'). Rimsky-Korsakov
also worked on parts of Borodin's Prince
Igor. He repaired Igor's tennis elbow,
stitched up a hernia or two and was preparing
for some serious stuff when he noticed that
Igor's organ donor card had not been properly
validated by the parking attendant. He died in
1908 at the age of 62 and would be even older
today if he had lived. Rimsky-Korsakov, that is.
Prince Igor is still alive. (See: You Later.
See: Alligator.)