A recent concert-going experience caused a mix of emotion for me: pleasure, frustration, and ultimately boredom. It then forced me to ask the question: what's wrong with clapping between movements at a classical music concert?
The WXXI Tour of the Music Capitals of Europe begins Thursday as we leave Rochester for Vienna. I'm hoping to provide some pictures of the group, some of our destinations and also provide some audio. What will emerge depends a lot on what I'm using to create the blog. The pictures will be transferred from a Kodak Z1015 to my ASUS Eee microcomputer. I'm still working on using a BLUE 'Snowball' usb microphone to provide podcasting during the trip. I hope you can bookmark this page and check back occasionally to see how we're doing!
You would be reading an incredibly insightful and heartwarming blog post about Thanksgiving right now. That's what you would be doing that is, if the Internet gremlins didn't eat my blog post. The following is a synopsis of the once-great, now-disappeared blog post about Thanksgiving.
I went to a funeral last week. As everyone filed out, they played a song I’d never heard called “On Eagle’s Wings.” An older couple behind me sang along, their voices low and close in my ear: “He will raise you up on eagle’s wings, bear you on the breath of dawn.” The next day I got a voicemail from my mother. She sometimes calls and asks me to look up something on the internet.
“The rain carried on falling, keeping customers away. The rain fell softly, then heavily, then softly. Static hisses on telephone lines. Jimmy Cobb’s percussion on ‘Blue in Green.’” The record shop clerk in David Mitchell’s “Ghostwritten” thinks a lot about music. It makes a place in his head, refuge from a bustling Tokyo.
There’s a David Sedaris story called “Hejira.” As it begins, he tells us, "After six months spent waking at noon, getting high, and listening to the same Joni Mitchell record over and over again, I was called by my father into his den and told to get out." The record in question was, of course, “Hejira.” It also deals with leaving home, breaking off relations, migrating. The title is an Arabic word referring to an earlier journey made by another soul who felt estranged - Mohammed's flight from Mecca to Medina in 622 AD.
Practice rooms are a-buzz and butterflies will be flying as the eight finalists in the Eastman School of Music Friends of Eastman Opera Competition prepare for the finals on Saturday, November 22nd at 3:00 p.m.