I’ve been playing oboe for about 6 months now, and the 2 reeds my teacher gave me are starting to produce really crappy sounds.
Last night, May 18, acclaimed actors Robert De Niro, Ed Harris, Morgan Freeman, and Cherry Jones joined conductor Keith Lockhart and the Boston Pops Orchestra for the world premiere performance of The Dream Lives On: A Portrait of the Kennedy Brothers, at Symphony Hall in Boston, MA. Written by composer Peter Boyer and lyricist Lynn Ahrens and commissioned by Keith Lockhart and the Boston Pops, The Dream Lives On pays tribute to the legacies of John, Robert, and Edward Kennedy.
More on The Dream Lives On
The first major musical tribute of its kind to Massachusetts native sons John, Robert, and Edward Kennedy, this new multi-media work, combining quotes from speeches by the Kennedy brothers with original text and video, accompanied by a dramatic orchestral and choral score, pays tribute to the towering achievements and singular spirit epitomized by the Kennedy brothers. It was commissioned by Keith Lockhart and the Boston Pops in celebration of the orchestra’s 125th season, May 4-June 20. The work will be repeated on May 19, at 8 p.m.
(FWIW, I admire the Kennedys in many ways. I don’t admire them in all ways. Guess that’s a fairly healthy way to look at most people, eh?)
(Too Much Information)
So I write here and people worry about me. I don’t mean to do that to anyone. So I guess I’ll start being more cautious about what I write, and password protect things that I think might cause some of you to be worried or concerned. Or just not blog them at all. But, truth be told, I sometimes blog those because it helps sort out what is real and what is imagined, what is worrisome and what is simply me being the typical whiner that I am!
Soooo … to those who need to know …
I’m fine!
Really. I’m just a big whiner at times. The day after a concert is always tough. It’s especially tough when I’ve had solos that have taken a lot of energy. The day after is the let down day. All that energy. All the stress. And then nothing. Nada. Zilch. So my body lets down. My brain can’t handle the non-stress type of day. And I tend to get whiny.
I’m sorry to have worried any of you!
Ah, Dead Elvis!
Compare and contrast:
Somewhere in the US:
In Long Beach (and I recognize the trombonist there):
In London:
In Texas (this is only part 1):
In Los Angeles, played by a bassoonist from Siberia:
just been advised by Joss not to get a oboe because it sounds like someone stepping on a weasal :L :L
Because I am always serious here. Right?
