31. January 2009 · Comments Off on Cosi Treat · Categories: Opera, Videos

I can’t put up the next part of Cosi from Glyndebourne 2006, but you can see and hear it by clicking on this link. (I’m not sure why some of these say “Embedding disabled by request”, but they do. (There’s a way I can make it work, but I’m careful to follow requests, since I don’t know about the legality otherwise.) In this link you meet the sisters, Dorabella and Fiordiligi, and they talk about their guys (ah guarda sorella).

Next up, Smanie Implacable:

31. January 2009 · Comments Off on Cosi Treat · Categories: Opera, Videos

Okay, I lied … this isn’t from the Glyndebourne 2006 production. I just couldn’t start somewhere other than the beginning, even though you aren’t getting the translation with this one. (I won’t be posting every single bit of Cosi, although I’ll put up a lot, but if you want it all you can always go to the Northwestern University links for Act 1 and Act 2.

Ferrando and Guglielmo (two officers) claim that their fiancées (Dorabella and Fiordiligi, respectively) will be eternally faithful. Don Alfonso joins the discussion and lays a wager with the two officers, claiming he can prove in a day’s time that these two women (like all women) are fickle.

(Yes, some people get rather incensed over this plot. Me? It was written in 1790 or so … I really can’t get too uptight about it.)

31. January 2009 · Comments Off on Speech and Rhythm can = Music · Categories: Videos

I don’t do the politics thing here, as you all know. But I just love what Henry Hey can do with music and speech.

Trouble is, right after watching the video below I was talking to Dan and I could hear this piano in the background. Go figure. But really, watch it a couple of times, and then go talk to someone. See if it doesn’t happen to you, too! :-)

Thanks to Chris Foley for this video! (I do hope it stays up … it was removed for a time, so we’ll see.)

31. January 2009 · Comments Off on Cosi Treats · Categories: Opera, Videos

Just because I’m incredibly nice (Hah! … joking … really!) I’m going to post little “Cosi Treats”. For those of you who don’t know the opera, perhaps it will get you to attend a performance someday. I can hope ….

For the most part I’m going to stick with the Glyndebourne 2006 clips, because I really like how nice and clear they are, and they have the English subtitles. (I wish the whole opera was up, but I haven’t found it if it is.)

This first ones, though, aren”t from them. I did think the overture deserved a hearing! Or two. Note the huge difference in tempo, and of course the pitch difference is due to the early instruments vs modern instruments:

31. January 2009 · Comments Off on Advice For the Extremely Stupid · Categories: Ramble

It’s a very bad and stupid idea to be talking to a student while getting ready to play something for her and putting your new and potentially great reed into your mouth.

You just might hit that reed against your big stupid teeth.

Okay. That is all.

31. January 2009 · Comments Off on “Everything is under control … · Categories: Dreams, Ramble

the shooter has been sawed in half.”

Thus ended my dream.

Such a bizarre dream, too.

I was walking out of a concert I had played. I was with Blair Tindall (yes, we worked together on occasion, although it’s been some years now). Suddenly we hear a loud gunshot. I’m afraid Blair’s been shot, so I’m looking at her to see if she is okay, but I find no blood. We then look at my clothes (why I am wearing white I have no idea!) and I have blood on them. Blair looks up at me and gasps. I have been shot in the head.

As Blair gets me to the hospital I call my kids. (For some reason Dan isn’t in this dream at all.) I calmly tell Brandon who, while 26 in real life is only about 12 in my dream, that I’ve been shot. I can see the kids as I’m talking to them on the phone, as if they are really right in front of me. Hmmm. I try to call my mother, but I can’t seem to locate her cell phone number.

At the hospital they put me in a chair and I have some sort of weird helmet on my head. Some time elapses (I’ve forgotten some of this dream … aren’t you glad?) but finally I’m with some nurses and a doctor and I see the nurse writing things down. I say, “How cool is it that that pen changes color as you write!” No one says anything, but my mom, who has suddenly appeared, starts to cry. Oops. Guess the pen doesn’t change color. I grab it and start to write, because I want to see if I still have that ability. I do. But the pen has orange first and then black. Still, I can talk, and I seem to be doing okay. I do wonder if my fingers will be able to play the oboe or I’ve lost that. But I don’t have an oboe to try.

I don’t even know if the bullet was removed, but they are sending me home. I’ve been told I’m not allowed to drive a car for a good long time and I’m ticked off because I have work at UCSC and of course all my playing jobs.

And then I heard “Everything is under control … the shooter has been sawed in half.”

Okay then. I guess this is the kind of dream one has when one has a headache while sleeping, eh?

31. January 2009 · Comments Off on BQOD · Categories: BQOD

I was looking through the card section of Paperchase for something for my mother’s birthday and enjoying the Mozart violin concerto being played above me, when I heard the following:

“Oooh, this music does your head in, doesn’t it.”
“Oh yeah, I dunno what Border’s is thinking. It’s horrible.”

I was absolutely stunned. I walked out of the aisle I was in to see who could have said such a thing. Before me stood two woman by a table overflowing with strange Valentine’s Day inspired gifts. They then proceeded to gush over a white mug with a red skull and bones design on it. I’m not sure what was more disturbing, the disgust for Mozart or the “It’s lovely, innit?” with regards to the mug.

So yes, I nailed the run. But does it make it any easier for the next time?

Nope. Not at all! Not with the way this silly head works.

I have figured out what part of my issue is with the thing: it’s actually slower than I am thinking it’s going to be. I don’t know if it was faster the last time we did this opera (we had a different conductor and he definitely took other parts faster), or if I just have a faster tempo in my head. But it throws me to have it slower … which is rather silly, don’t you think?

So below is the oboe solo … and at that tempo it does sound mighty easy. And to think I’ve been practicing it so much faster.

My favorite moment in Cosi is the beginning here, and following that is my favorite favorite moment.:

Here’s another version of the “favorite favorite” (with Orchestra of the Age of Enlightenment, which I think explains the lower pitch):

30. January 2009 · Comments Off on BQOD · Categories: BQOD

and then told me like five times “You know, I’ll play like Bach on my harmonica, it’s just intonation, not meantone”

Complaints:

  • “I could play it in my studio” is something that applies to one “little” lick in Cosi right now. This is frustrating, not only because both days I’ve missed a note (a different one each day), but I set myself up for fear. I hate that. Tomorrow morning it’s “metronomie time”. (Yes, I meant to spell it that way. I’m silly that way.) But no matter how much I work with the metronome, it’s mostly how the solo appears out of nowhere, and how the tempo isn’t predictable to me for some reason. I have the darn thing by memory of course … I wonder if I just shouldn’t look at the music; maybe that’s what is throwing me. I wonder.

  • I’ve had a headache all day, with only a few bits of respite.

  • My eyes are not allowing me to use the computer more than about 15 minutes at a time. Otherwise they go a bit crazy.

    Okay. There. I’m done venting.

    I do like a new reed I’ve made, another feels like it’s going to be a happy camper as well, and I figure I can get a few more going while I’m feeling good about making them. I’m finding that my Vitry knives are behaving better than the Landwell. Hmm. Not sure what’s up with that. The cheap, older knives being nicer than the more expensive one?

    I’ve been shredding and shredding and shredding: when we cleaned our garage we pulled down all of our tax records, all the way from 1976. Yes. Really. So we purchased a very good shredder and I’m running things through, attempting to get our tax records down to only what is necessary. It’s a big job. It’s a dusty job too. It’s also kind of fun, as each year brings back memories. I even found the cancelled check for my first Marigaux oboe.