There are no “undiscovered masterpieces.” That’s my theory and I’m sticking to it. This bit is from a ballet by Shostakovich, “The Bolt,” which I had the, um, good fortune to have performed this last summer.
General Dance of Enthusiasm and Apotheosis
The “General Dance of Enthusiasm and Apotheosis” is a good example of the celebrate-at-gunpoint school of heroic artwork propogated by your typical repressive regime. I’m glad I was playing third trumpet, it really is a forced march of a movement and I was barely hanging on by the end.
You can look up the story of the ballet, if you want; it’s really very awful.