Saturday, March 11, 2006
Bandroom banter
There used to be a concert promoter in Newcastle who was very excitable in his descriptions of the orchestras he'd booked. The Concertgebouwe became 'The World Famous Concertgebouwe', the Halle became 'The Mighty Halle', but when it came to the Liverpool Phil, all he could come up with was '50 strings!'. Which reminded me of a poster for Carmen I saw last year which proudly said 'Featuring the horse from Gladiator'.
Friday, March 10, 2006
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Rehearsal
I was completely thrown off my stride before the first note had even
been played today. We are doing Rosenkavalier, and not having played it
before, I was determined to at least come in right, however, the
demented twitching that passes for conducting from Kreizberg
discombobulated me to such an extent that I was all over the place for
the first page. He doesn't move like normal conductors do, but flicks
the baton between his fingers and thumb, while the rest of his body
spasms and twitches as though he's got his foot stuck in an electric
socket. And he sweats. A lot. Hey ho, the concert is tomorrow so we
don't have to try and work out what the hell's going on for much longer.
Monday, March 06, 2006
Sunday, March 05, 2006
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