Music
See also: List of composers influenced by the Holocaust| Name | Lifespan | Nationality | Achievements | Cause of Death |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Pavel Haas | 1899–1944 | Czech | composer | gas chamber at Auschwitz |
| Žiga Hirschler | 1894–1941 | Croat | composer | |
| Gideon Klein | 1919–1945 | Czech | composer | killed during liquidation of Fürstengrube, a sub-camp of Auschwitz |
| Hans Krása | 1899–1944, | Czech (Bohemian) | composer | gas chamber at Auschwitz |
| Leon Jessel | 1871–1942, Berlin | German | composer | torture by Gestapo |
| Erwin Schulhoff | 1894–1942 | Czech | composer, jazz pianist | tuberculosis at Wülzburg concentration camp |
| Viktor Ullmann | 1898–1944 | Czech | composer, pianist | gas chamber at Auschwitz |
| Karlrobert Kreiten | 1916–1943 | German | pianist | hanged at Plötzensee Prison |
| Alma Rosé | 1906–1944 | Austrian | violinist, conductor | possibly poisoning, at Auschwitz |
| Józef Koffler | 1896–1944, Krosno | Polish | composer, teacher, columnist | probably shot by Einsatzgruppen |
| Leo Smit | 1900–1943 | Dutch | composer | gas chamber at Sobibór |
| Marcel Tyberg | 1893–1944 | Austrian | composer, pianist, conductor | |
| Gershon Sirota | 1874–1943 | Polish | cantor, tenor | killed in Warsaw Ghetto Uprising |
| Ilse Weber | 1903–1944 | Czech | composer, playwright | gas chamber at Auschwitz |
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Famous quotes containing the word music:
“The train was crammed, the heat stifling. We feel out of sorts, but do not quite know if we are hungry or drowsy. But when we have fed and slept, life will regain its looks, and the American instruments will make music in the merry cafe described by our friend Lange. And then, sometime later, we die.”
—Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977)
“Good music is very close to primitive language.”
—Denis Diderot (1713–1784)
“Good-by, my book! Like mortal eyes, imagined ones must close some day. Onegin from his knees will rise—but his creator strolls away. And yet the ear cannot right now part with the music and allow the tale to fade; the chords of fate itself continue to vibrate; and no obstruction for the sage exists where I have put The End: the shadows of my world extend beyond the skyline of the page, blue as tomorrow’s morning haze—nor does this terminate the phrase.”
—Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977)