The UCSC Woodwind Quintet played in the chamber music concert tonight and did an excellent job. Congratulations to all of you! The Ibert was great!
One thing made me laugh a little. The “Contemporary Music Ensemble” was there to perform as well. The work they chose? It was written in 1964.
Okay then. So when does a piece no longer get called “contemporary”.
Or perhaps the “contemporary” in their name is referring to the players?
No, he’s not coming here. My blogging isn’t as clever or witty as Esther Wheaton’s. But Mr. Klein wound up at her university to give a masterclass. Pretty cool, eh?
Now my little (very little) brain is thinking, “Hmmm. Wonder what blogging might bring me?”
Shall I blog about needing the master bedroom painted? Or maybe the garage being cleaned. Or perhaps about the yard work that desperately needs to be done?
Somehow I don’t think those will get me anywhere, though.
Still … anyone out there dying to come over to my place to work.
Yes. Deafening silence. I understand.
Sasha Frere-Jones sings, and then auto tune just fixes him right up. It’s an interesting listen.
But here’s the thing … I’ve heard pop singers’ recordings that are far more out of tune than his original take. Maybe perfection isn’t exactly what pop music requires. Sometimes that slightly off key thing … well … it sort of works for me.
Maybe I’m just crazy.
Whatever.
What I want to know is when will they get a device that clicks on to an oboe to automatically and imperceptibly correct out of tune oboe players?
Not that I’d
And blogger responded to the singer with:
An artist should answer to a bad review with his art and not with words.
I’m glad the blogger allowed the singer’s response to be posted. I think any of us who blog should be brave enough to stand the heat and all that.
You can read the post here and see what you think.
But it did get me thinking. Is it wise for an artist to respond to a horrible review? Or even a slightly negative one? My guess is perhaps not. I’ve written some thoughts about reviews in the past, but I don’t write much; I’m so fearful that what I write will come back to slap me in the face. And those of us in the pit and on the stage actually do hurt when we are panned. (As I’ve mentioned before, I only have a tremendously bad review my by memory; “The overture was marred only by the bland English horn playing.” Sigh. That was back in the 70s. I still remember it. I always will. If I had a headstone on my grave it would probably be written on it. But I won’t, if my wishes are carried out. So there.)
And I wonder if anyone will ever decide to set up a blog that reviews reviewers. Hmmm.
In any case, I’m always saying I try not to take reviews too personally.
I can tell you, too, that I always fail at that.
