Okay. I have nothing more to say on the subject. That title just came to mind, and I had to type it. So there you go. Sometimes I get a title in my head and, well, I have to run with it. You can bet your classical on that one. 😉

But moving on …

The Guardian wonders if movie music should be called classical music. Actually, Jakob-Hoff says it shouldn’t.

I honestly don’t know what to think. Mostly because it’s 7:00 in the morning, I just woke up (for the umpteenth time; hotels and I aren’t best friends), and I haven’t had a cup of coffee.

I can say, though, that when I tune in to our local “classical station” and it’s in the middle of a work sometimes I think, “Hmmm. That sounds like a movie soundtrack.” And I’m always correct when they play one of those. This tells me that if it’s classical, it is certainly a particular kind of classical that is easily recognizable. Kind of like a lot of ballet music. (Why is it that some ballet music is so darn awful? Not all, mind you, but I’m convinced that some of it wouldn’t be around today if a ballet wasn’t attached.) And yes, if I heard Bach on the station that would be easily recognizable too, but that just seems different to me. I’m guessing Bach didn’t write a work while watching a film and thinking, “This is when she runs out of the house and gets hit by a car,” or some such thing.

Of course I could be wrong.

Oh. Wait. No, I couldn’t be wrong about Bach & film. Whew!

It’s not a big deal, to be honest. Not something I’d spend an entire blog entry on, that’s for sure. Aren’t you glad I wouldn’t do that?

PS I do know there are “classical” composers who wrote, and write, for film. So what’s the diff between Shostakovich and, say, Shore? Anyone have an answer. (Besides, perhaps, a snide little, “Talent” answer. Or “dead”. Those are cheating.)

07. April 2008 · Comments Off on Low Blogging · Categories: Ramble

I’m not home. I’ve been in SoCal this weekend, and wedding work has been goin’ on. I’m rather exhausted, but we’ve gotten a good amount accomplished, and I love seeing our daughter Kelsey and her fiancé Mel.

I’m worried though. I get home tonight, and I have a rehearsal tomorrow night, as well as Wednesday night, for a Friday recital. Wednesday and Friday I have opera rehearsal (Magic Flute). I haven’t had an oboe in the vicinity since I left home far too early on Saturday morning.

Ah well. I think I’ll still remember how to play. Maybe.