It’s got nothing really to do with race: Black flutists don’t sound black any more than female violinist sound female, so let’s leave that preposterous debate alone.
Oh well. I thought the reason people said I sounded beatiful was because I’m … oh … never mind. And when someone says “Your tone was really fat,” (not that anyone has said that to me) does that mean…?
In any case, aside from my fooling around, the conversation continues regarding minorities in orchestras. The above quote is by today’s blog by Justin Davidson, over at Alex Ross’s site—Davidson is blogging there for the moment—and you might want to check that out.
Other blog entries about this:
and, finally, an article from The American Spectator (not a mag with which I care to be connected, but that article started a lot of responses so there you go)
So where do my responsiblities begin and end (do they end?), as a solitary oboist? As an orchestra member? As a comfortably off, white, fifty year old woman? Hmmm. I’ll have to think on this.
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