See, my mom is right! Pop music does ruin everything! (I kid, I kid.)
Here’s what we’ve got this week:
Nothing at the NSO this week as far as I can tell, so that wraps it up for me because those of you who said “Yes, I have a concert this week!” neglected to send me any info. Remember, send me an informational link with your submissions so that people can be duly intrigued and show up in droves!
I overslept by just enough this morning that I don’t have time to put together this week’s concert roundup; therefore you will gracefully accept your viola joke early. Thanks!
By the bye, this means there’s still time to let me know if you have a concert in the offing. Don’t forget to send a link!
Q. Why did the violist learn his new concert piece by ear?
Let’s just say Saint-Saens beasted my boy Khachaturian and leave it at that, shall we?
And that does it. Sixteen rounds we’ve had. Sixteen winners. I bet they’re feeling pretty proud of themselves. I bit they’re throwing confetti made of bits of discarded sheet music and tossing back the Verdi.
Well, they’d best watch out. IT’S TIME FOR ROUND 2.
And so in this corner, he cracked open the egg containing Prokofiev’s soul!* It’s
And in this corner, he goosed Ravel! It’s
Which do you choose — the innovator or the innovator? Le Sacre du Printemps or Le Mer? The French guy or the guy who liked to hang out in France?
* What do you mean, you don’t get it? Fine. Here.
Last week I had this awesome idea for today’s video, which of course means now I forget what it was. So in the meantime, here’s one of my favorite scenes from Amadeus. I mean, besides the bit where Mozart kicks the bucket.
Could someone please reboot the top hat trend? Orchestras already rock tuxes and gowns; that’s just a hop-step-jump away from a top hat and tails, right? Make this happen.
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My apartment building is so weird. Sometimes HALF the power is out. This morning all my lights worked, my TV and Xbox worked, my chargers worked. My fridge was off and my internet, while recognizable, wasn’t usable. I only just got it back, and that, my friends, is why today’s concert roundup is late. In other words, please address all your complaints to the building manager and I’ll forward them along. Thanks!
I had Mr. Wong for third and fourth grade art. I loved his class; he gave us all sorts of fun assignments and on one memorable occasion a party with soda (I don’t remember why we had the party, but I remember we had soda).
I’m not entirely sure the why of this — I think it was that time we made a self-portrait trading card type thing, and we were making “stats” for the back — but at one point our art assignment was accompanied by a survey of sorts, asking for items like favorite color, favorite food, etc.
One of the categories was “favorite musician or band.” Third grade me labored over this one a bit, decided to take some creative license, and wrote down “Tchaikovsky.” Musician, band, composer — practically reads like a thesaurus, no?
All the kids in the class went up one at a time to read our answers (a popular trope, the getting up and reading in front of the class; I think now this is less about education and more about teachers killing time). When I got to Tchaikovsky, Mr. Wong didn’t challenge me. He just raised his eyebrows and said, “Interesting.”
Maybe he was a Tchaikovsky snob? Maybe he was surprised that a third grader could spell “Tchaikovsky”? But I ponder now not his reaction but my answer to his question. It seems that in third grade, I thought Tchaikovsky was the bee’s knees.
And I still think Tchaikovsky is the bee’s knees, just not the queen bee. For awhile there I was desperately, hopelessly in love with Schubert’s “Death and the Maiden” string quartet. Now I think the adagio cantabile from Beethoven’s Pathetique piano sonata might be my favorite. For now.
My point is: tastes change. Obviously. Now cast your mind back to third grade you. Who was your favorite?