I kid, I kid. (Mostly. You know who you are.)
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A violist just got plain fed up. He was sick of the jokes and the lack of respect, and he decided it was time to switch to a different instrument. So he went down to the local music store and browsed around. He wanted something so far removed from the viola that no one would ever remember he had played such a silly thing. After much deliberation he finally settled on it — a big old accordion sitting in the corner.
It seemed like a big improvement to the violist, so he went over to the shopkeeper. “Hi,” he said. “I’d like to buy the big accordion in the corner over there.”
The shopkeeper looked at him. “I’m sorry, sir, which accordion?”
“The big one, in the corner.” He pointed.
“You’re a violist, aren’t you?” said the shopkeeper.
“Yes,” said the accused, surprised, “how did you know?”
“Well,” said the shopkeeper, Continue reading
Okay, those who chose to share their opinions informed me that not only do they indeed like my weekly BSO concert post, they believe I should expand it to include other concerts in the area. So let’s round ’em up like particularly melodious cattle. I tried to bold the most pertinent information for scanning purposes; do tell me if it makes you want to vomit.
Are you in or do you know of a concert or other classical music event coming up next week that I should highlight in the roundup? Let me know!
I remembered this instant message conversation the other day, and THEN I remembered that Elizabeth had saved it on her online journal (back in the day we all had journals), and THEN I thought it would make a good blog post. But then to find it I had to go traipsing backwards through said journal because I had no idea when it had happened. Turns out it was December of 2008. To Elizabeth: apologies for stalking you backwards through time. Everyone else: prepare to be impressed with my grasp of onomatopoeia!
Elizabeth: I NEEEEEEEEED YOU!
Me: Good heavens, dear child, whatever is the matter?
Elizabeth: Do you remember when we played this piece back in high school that I think was a from an opera?
Elizabeth: It might have been called intermezzo or something.
Me: Cavalleria Rusticana?
Elizabeth: Maybe! Let me find it on iTunes!
Elizabeth: I heard it and I CAN’T REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS CALLED.
Me: Does it go, DUUUUUUH Da DUUUUUUUH Da DUH DA DA DA DUH DAAAAAAH DUH?
Elizabeth: Hahahahahahaha, yeah!
I don’t remember typing like a pretentious snot… but I can believe that I did.
Okay, let’s see what YOU can do. What am I singing? I’ll give you some hints: 20th century Eastern European, part of a movie soundtrack. Ready?
BUH ba da duh duh da ba duh da duh duh da da da DAH duh-DAH duuuuuuh
Whaddya think? Tweet at me if you need another hint!
I had never heard of the Wanamaker Grand Court Organ until PBS educated me with a mini-doc (they sucked me in with a ballet to “Pictures at an Exhibition” first, those clever little monkeys). I can’t seem to locate the documentary on YouTube — possibly because it’s buried under tons of tons of videos of people playing the thing — but I did discover that sometimes the organ gets a day all for itself. Enjoy a REALLY ENORMOUS INSTRUMENT.
Oh, and: if you want to have any say in the frequency which I vote about upcoming concerts, vote by tonight — I’m going to have to make my first reactionary post on Wednesday and I may need time to prepare.
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Q. How do you get two violists to play in sync?
Ah, yes. Fall is here. School starts, the weather gets nippy — it’s awful, isn’t it?
Good thing the BSO season gets rolling too, or we’d have nothing to lift our desolation. This week cellist Alisa Weilerstein joins Marin Alsop in her rightful place on the conductor’s podium in a program entitled “Tchaikovsky and Dvorak.” A little prosaic, but certainly descriptive — the program features Dvorak’s cello concerto and Tchaikovsky’s “Pathetique” symphony. Oh, and this: “Baltimore-based James Lee III’s Chuphshah! Harriet’s Drive to Canaan depicts Harriet Tubman’s yearning for emancipation, drawing on Negro Spirituals to express her journey from slavery to freedom.” Interesting! See it at the Meyerhoff on Friday, September 23 at 8 pm, at Strathmore on Thursday, September 24 at 8 pm, and then again at the Meyerhoff on Sunday, September 25 at 3 pm.
Okay, I’m rushing through this one a bit ’cause I have a question for you about these upcoming BSO concert posts. I’ve been doing them for almost two years now, and when I was an intern there it tied in perfectly and played right into my blog thesis project. Now that the scope has widened a bit, I want to know — do you like them? Do you read them? Do they interest you, even if you’re in no position to go? Tell me please!
In the words of the great Bob Kelso: daaaaaaamn, Turkledawg!
Liszt had it in the bag. He really did. He was winning forever. And yet somehow…
A tie happened. Then Liszt pulled ahead. Another tie. Liszt pulled ahead again. Then another tie. And when the poll closed, Chopin took it by one. Crazy times!
We’re entering the home stretch now, guys. Just two more matches to go in round 1. And yet I ask you to travel with me again to familiar ground — we’re barreling headlong back into eastern Europe, because in this corner, ethnomusicology FTW!
And in this corner, apologies to Stalin FTW! It’s
Ha! And you thought these matches were so easy! How you like me now, sucka? This awesome dude or that awesome dude? Awesome folk tunes or awesome Jewish tunes?! Clearly this is awesomely hard.
Say, when’s the last time I totally geeked out on you guys? Let me check… why, not since May! So we’re well past due.
To fulfill the quota, here’s the opening theme to Star Trek: Voyager, composed by no less a luminary than Jerry Goldsmith. And to make it even more legit, here’s a story: I took some lessons with an accomplished violinist who was a Voyager fan. Whenever he watched the show, his father would come in, sit for the theme, and then leave. He just really loved the opening. And why not? It’s sweepingly awesome!