oboeinsight

I’m not a real national anthemn fan. I prefer America the Beautiful myself. The latter is a prettier song, and more singable. I also like the words better. Tonight’s baseball game once again reminded me of how awful The Star Spangled Banner can be sung. I’m refraining from writing bloody awful because I’m not British and it seems as if I’m attempting to be who I am not when I type that.

Oh. Wait. I just typed “bloody awful” didn’t I? Now I’ve typed it twice! Shame on me. That’s just bloody awful of me.

Ah well. At least I admit when I’m bloody awful.

I also noticed the announcer requested that all men remove their caps before the song was sung. Does that mean that when my children instructed me to remove my Giants cap this summer they were wrong?

I’m cheering for Detroit, although I’m not going to weep buckets if they lose, and I do have a fondness for the Cardinal’s coach, Tony LaRussa; on a news segment years ago I saw him doing a bit ‘o ballet. They were advertising for the Oakland Nutcracker (I think) and I admired him for allowing them to put him on the tube.

Okay … here we go … strike 1!
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Among the music she’s selected are two Renaissance dances by the what must be every oboists’ favorite composer, given the number of pieces he wrote for the instrument, Tielmann Susato.

Okay. I know I am not familiar with every single composer in the world. I realize I’m not as well educated or as well read as many of my colleagues. But … Tielman Susato?!

First of all, I will admit quite readily that I had never heard of the composer before. I have this belief that admitting that I don’t know something is just fine. Call me silly. But then to read a short article that suggests that he must be “every oboists’ favorite composer” is, to this oboist, rather baffling.

Comments? Anyone?

I’ve now done my studying and will, from here on out, know the name Tielman Susato. But it is highly unlikely that he will ever become my favorite composer.

Update
Piko suggests that the writer may have been thinking Telemann. That came to my mind as well … but it’s the first name of this favorite composer’s name, so if the writer really w as thinking that, he or she sure is clueless.

Oh … and reading the little blurb again I realized I hadn’t read to the very end where it’s written:

The concert is free, Laib said, “and worth every penny.”

Oh my! Isn’t suggesting the concert is worth nothing? Hmmm!