Elfman’s delicate score for Burton’s “Edward Scissorhands” (1990) is so widely imitated that each Christmas, Elfman ends up filing lawsuits.
Don’tcha hate it when that happens?
Article here. It’s not all about Elfman suing folks, but is about his “classical work” as well.
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I’m a fan of Ennio Morricone, so reading that he will be receiving an honorary Oscar is great news.
“I certainly did not expect anything of the sort, by now with great tranquillity and peace of mind I had given up on this,” he told Italy’s Sky TG24 TV. “This is a great, very important recognition, which I deem of great value.”
-Ennio Morricone
When I get home from my parents’ I think I’ll put on a Morricone recording in honor of the guy. I’m nice that way.
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I’ve already written my little ditty about the Alagna scandal. Now you can watch the event and judge for yourself (although you really don’t hear much, as the clip starts at the end of his aria). It’s interesting to read elsewhere that the replacement wasn’t the #1 guy, and that there was at least one person in the wings in costume. Hmmm. If this is true it seems a tad odd that this other singer managed to get on first. But whatever. (I do think Palombi might have combed his hair, though. 😉
I’m still not saying what I think about Alagna or any of that jazz. I wasn’t there. I do know how I’d feel if I heard loud boos after I played. I’m quite the insecure one. You can bet I’d freak. I’m not sure I’d run away, but you can bet there’d have been tears. (I have learned not to cry on stage though—I’ll have to tell my teary story someday. For now I must rest.)
Tonight is opening night for Der Nußknacker (I though it might be fun to go bilingual on you) and I have a cold.
Doesn’t that just make perfect sense?
So I’m lying down, hoping to feel better quickly. I’ve got English horn work to do. AND I really need … want … to go visit my father. I’m guessing I actually got this bug from the darn hospital. Isn’t that where you go if you feel like getting sick?
Yes. I thought so.
Meanwhile…
I’m #15. Cool! (And thanks for the compilation, Scott!)
And Kimberly informed us (although I didn’t see it until today) that yesterday was violins and ice cream day. I did hear some violins, but no ice cream was in my day at all.
Happy Birthdays to Patty Duke (1946), Spike Jones (1911-1965) and Nostradamus (1503-1566). (I wonder if Nostradamus knew I’d be typing this?)
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