I can’t put up the next part of Cosi from Glyndebourne 2006, but you can see and hear it by clicking on this link. (I’m not sure why some of these say “Embedding disabled by request”, but they do. (There’s a way I can make it work, but I’m careful to follow requests, since I don’t know about the legality otherwise.) In this link you meet the sisters, Dorabella and Fiordiligi, and they talk about their guys (ah guarda sorella).
Next up, Smanie Implacable:
Okay, I lied … this isn’t from the Glyndebourne 2006 production. I just couldn’t start somewhere other than the beginning, even though you aren’t getting the translation with this one. (I won’t be posting every single bit of Cosi, although I’ll put up a lot, but if you want it all you can always go to the Northwestern University links for Act 1 and Act 2.
Ferrando and Guglielmo (two officers) claim that their fiancées (Dorabella and Fiordiligi, respectively) will be eternally faithful. Don Alfonso joins the discussion and lays a wager with the two officers, claiming he can prove in a day’s time that these two women (like all women) are fickle.
(Yes, some people get rather incensed over this plot. Me? It was written in 1790 or so … I really can’t get too uptight about it.)
I don’t do the politics thing here, as you all know. But I just love what Henry Hey can do with music and speech.
Trouble is, right after watching the video below I was talking to Dan and I could hear this piano in the background. Go figure. But really, watch it a couple of times, and then go talk to someone. See if it doesn’t happen to you, too! 🙂
Thanks to Chris Foley for this video! (I do hope it stays up … it was removed for a time, so we’ll see.)
Just because I’m incredibly nice (Hah! … joking … really!) I’m going to post little “Cosi Treats”. For those of you who don’t know the opera, perhaps it will get you to attend a performance someday. I can hope ….
For the most part I’m going to stick with the Glyndebourne 2006 clips, because I really like how nice and clear they are, and they have the English subtitles. (I wish the whole opera was up, but I haven’t found it if it is.)
This first ones, though, aren”t from them. I did think the overture deserved a hearing! Or two. Note the huge difference in tempo, and of course the pitch difference is due to the early instruments vs modern instruments:
It’s a very bad and stupid idea to be talking to a student while getting ready to play something for her and putting your new and potentially great reed into your mouth.
You just might hit that reed against your big stupid teeth.
Okay. That is all.
the shooter has been sawed in half.”
Thus ended my dream.
Such a bizarre dream, too.
I was walking out of a concert I had played. I was with Blair Tindall (yes, we worked together on occasion, although it’s been some years now). Suddenly we hear a loud gunshot. I’m afraid Blair’s been shot, so I’m looking at her to see if she is okay, but I find no blood. We then look at my clothes (why I am wearing white I have no idea!) and I have blood on them. Blair looks up at me and gasps. I have been shot in the head.
As Blair gets me to the hospital I call my kids. (For some reason Dan isn’t in this dream at all.) I calmly tell Brandon who, while 26 in real life is only about 12 in my dream, that I’ve been shot. I can see the kids as I’m talking to them on the phone, as if they are really right in front of me. Hmmm. I try to call my mother, but I can’t seem to locate her cell phone number.
At the hospital they put me in a chair and I have some sort of weird helmet on my head. Some time elapses (I’ve forgotten some of this dream … aren’t you glad?) but finally I’m with some nurses and a doctor and I see the nurse writing things down. I say, “How cool is it that that pen changes color as you write!” No one says anything, but my mom, who has suddenly appeared, starts to cry. Oops. Guess the pen doesn’t change color. I grab it and start to write, because I want to see if I still have that ability. I do. But the pen has orange first and then black. Still, I can talk, and I seem to be doing okay. I do wonder if my fingers will be able to play the oboe or I’ve lost that. But I don’t have an oboe to try.
I don’t even know if the bullet was removed, but they are sending me home. I’ve been told I’m not allowed to drive a car for a good long time and I’m ticked off because I have work at UCSC and of course all my playing jobs.
And then I heard “Everything is under control … the shooter has been sawed in half.”
Okay then. I guess this is the kind of dream one has when one has a headache while sleeping, eh?
I was looking through the card section of Paperchase for something for my mother’s birthday and enjoying the Mozart violin concerto being played above me, when I heard the following:
“Oooh, this music does your head in, doesn’t it.”
“Oh yeah, I dunno what Border’s is thinking. It’s horrible.”I was absolutely stunned. I walked out of the aisle I was in to see who could have said such a thing. Before me stood two woman by a table overflowing with strange Valentine’s Day inspired gifts. They then proceeded to gush over a white mug with a red skull and bones design on it. I’m not sure what was more disturbing, the disgust for Mozart or the “It’s lovely, innit?” with regards to the mug.
