09. May 2006 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Ramble

I located a new site a day or two ago, and now Drew has blogged about it as well. Blognoggle says it contains the top 100 Classical Music Blogs. I am not included. Sniffle, sniffle.

Ah well. I realize I’m not as popular as many classical music blogs; oboe isn’t exactly a huge draw. But I do get visitors, and I hope readers remember that I love hearing from you. Really.

While at Blognoggle, though, I happened upon a new blog (to me) called Red Black Window, by a composer and prof at UCLA. Nice!

Today: As I was driving to work, I noticed that the “Herb Room” in Santa Cruz had this message on their board: “Everyone deserves music.” Hmmm. I don’t know what I deserve. I don’t know that I “deserve” much of anything, really. But I think everyone can use music. Everyone can be blessed by music. And everyone should bathe in music once in a while. But that’s just me.

Tomorrow: Berlioz and Symphonie fantastique. Debussy’s Petite Suite. And Piazzolla’s Four Seasons of Buenos, but I don’t play that … I do love the work, though. At the Symphony Silicon Valley it calls the Piazzolla a violin concerto. Hmmm. I haven’t thought of it that way, but it does feature violin. Along with cello, if I recall correctly. For the two works on which I do play I’ll be on second oboe as well as English horn. I’m still working on EH reeds. A few years ago I sold one of my English horn shaper tips. I thought it was the one I didn’t like. Sigh. I believe it was the one I DID like. The one I am using is a bit too wide and I believe that’s what is causing my notes right above the staff to be saggy. Anyone want to tell me about your favorite shaper tip? I’m all ears.

Several yesterdays ago: And, finally (although you know I’ll probably be back!):

The Eifel Tower broadcasting station was opening with the first strains of a concert of classical music when a Yankee voice remarked: “Classical music is no good. Let me give you some real music.” Then the ether was shattered with Casey Jones. The police are after the joker and have already determined “approximately” where he lives. The gendarmes describe him as having “a disjointed sense of humor.”

Time, March 31, 1923
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