I just found out that Mr. Lebrecht has a blog. One with rules, mind you.
I thought he said blogs were no good or some such thing. I guess I read wrong.
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Weismeyer will perform a Concerto for Oboe by Alessandro Marchello.
The article* from which I copied that sentence is referring to Roger Weismeyer, an oboist I worked with a number of years ago, when both of us played in Midsummer Mozart Festival Orchestra. He’s one fine oboist, to be sure!
The “Marchello” the article is referring to is Alessandro Marcello. At least as far as I know.
I guess the writer from the Murfreesoboro, Tennessee paper could use a proof reader. But then I had to very carefully type Murfreesboro, so I’ll give the write some slack. Spelling, schmelling.
*article no longer available
A friend of mine emailed me this morning:
“It’s the record companies who puff up their artists and encourage them to behave like prima donnas (then wonder why they have monsters on their hands).”
And this NEVER happens with rock artists, oh no.
The quote is from the same article to which I referred early this morning. The response is from my friend.
Good point, oh wise woman. (You know who you are, and you seem to want to remain nameles on my site …? So I’m abiding by that. For now—insert evil laugh—but beware! You’ve been named before and it could happen again. 😉
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Much as I love Radio 3, it’s even the way that people “in the know” talk about music, the way they dissect and deconstruct this recording or that performance.
I’m getting tired of this sort of thing. Sure, musicians and those who love music talk a different language than folks who aren’t in the know. Dancers talk a language I don’t know when they talk about dance. Doctors do the same thing. So do lawyers. Heck, so do plumbers.
I’m not saying we shouldn’t speak plainly to our audiences when we are talking to them, so if someone is talking “above” their listeners—say, on the radio—they might want to rethink that. But really … can people just realize that there is a musical language and we aren’t going to dump that? I hope the writer isn’t asking us to dumb down. A writer wouldn’t want us to do that, would she?
Oh … but I remember a writers’ conference where we were asked to dumb down. Hmmm.
I could say more about the article, and the quote that began it all (see the beginning of the article), but it’s 2:30 AM and I’m hoping that I’ll finally get to sleep now that I’ve bored myself with this little ramblerant™.
(I’ll probably get up in the morning, read this, and wonder what the heck I was trying to say!)
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