01. November 2011 · Comments Off · Categories: FBQD

Guess who’s playing oboe again this year? Yay! Now,to get a new reed!

01. November 2011 · Comments Off · Categories: Spam'nScam™

Well … IF I were to reply to this email that’s what I’d say. But I never reply to these, as I don’t want to waste my time. (I’d love to waste theirs, though.)

Hello,

I’m Mrs Sandra Cowell from Paris,France.during my search for a music instrument instructor that would always take my son ( Chris ) and I found you..Your advert looks great and it is very okay to me since you specialize in the area i am seeking for him… My Son would be coming to US (your city) by next week for a period of time and with his friend for 1 Months.he is just a beginner and he is 16 years old, i want you to help me teach lesson during his stay. So, kindly let me know your charges cost per week’s ,in order for me to arrange for his payment before he travels down to your side. I have also made preparation for his personal equipment he will be using privately at home after the lesson during his stay.

Please Advise back on;

(1). your charges per 1 hour twice a week for 1 Months?

(2).The Day and time you will be available to teach him During the week?

(3).Tuition address?

I will be looking forward to read from you soonest.

Best Regards,

Mrs Sandra Cowell

01. November 2011 · Comments Off · Categories: Read Online

Often, orchestras use the 19th century work of Beethoven as a midpoint, choosing half of the pieces they’ll play from older composers (Haydn, Mozart, Bach) and half from after (Tchaikovsky, Verdi, Strauss).

I read it here. I’m not sure it’s true. I think orchestras do neglect living composers much of the time but really … Beethoven is the midpoint?

01. November 2011 · Comments Off · Categories: ACappellaTuesday™

Blake R. Henson: My Flight For Heaven
Baylor University A Cappella Choir

Robert Herrick. 1591–1674

To Music, to becalm his Fever

CHARM me asleep, and melt me so
With thy delicious numbers,
That, being ravish’d, hence I go
Away in easy slumbers.
Ease my sick head,
And make my bed,
Thou power that canst sever
From me this ill,
And quickly still,
Though thou not kill
My fever.

[Thou sweetly canst convert the same
From a consuming fire
Into a gentle licking flame,
And make it thus expire.
Then make me weep
My pains asleep;
And give me such reposes
That I, poor I,
May think thereby
I live and die
‘Mongst roses.]

Fall on me like the silent dew,
Or like those maiden showers
Which, by the peep of day, do strew
A baptim o’er the flowers.
Melt, melt my pains
With thy soft strains;
That, having ease me given,
With full delight
I leave this light,
And take my flight
For Heaven.

01. November 2011 · Comments Off · Categories: TQOD

My mum spent years as a musician playing the Oboe….does that make her a MOBOE?