Why the Salon?
What the coffeehouse meant for the writers for the journal Nyugat (West), was the “Salon” for the Romanticist composers. A milieu of aristocrats or their wannabes, elegance, champagne, duels of wit, weirdos and celebrities; and, of course, the Genius. They are the ones who make this genre immortal, requiring fanatic, melting mesdames who, by the pulse of the salons, try to smuggle some excitement into their neglected wife-existence. These cheerful, booze buzzed and powdered companies kept hovering over the conception of great works and great ideas – it’s their zest of life we want to summon in or beloved palace of music, BMC.