Post by DavidOn Mon, 02 Jan 2006 14:18:51 +0000, Magnet
Post by MagnetPost by DavidPost by nemoPost by OpheliaPost by nemoRadetzky's March has (inevitably) just began at the Vienna New Year's
Concert on TV and reminded me of a very amusing performance at a Kenwood
Concert many years ago - before they were too dumbed-down by having the crap
amplified out of them and all sorts of amuse the plebs -type programmes.
The march began so quietly that we started clapping in time with the
conductor - but as the volume came up, the orchestra was playing to a
different rhythm.
That caused a bit of a laugh but the really funny thing was that only about
half the audience knew about the tradition of clapping and the rest didn't -
leading to a lovely mixture of clapping, shushing and laughing!
And BTW, if classical music is such crap, how come Vienna New Year's Concert
had a TV audience of around a billion?!!
And now we've got an extremely long film about lower abdominal pain - Gone
With The Wind!
What amuses me most, is when some people arrive at a concert in posh
frocks and bow ties (we don't dress up at the Royal Concert Hall
usually) and then applaud between movements *snigger*
Yup. I've seen that sort of thing too, many times. And they're the ones that
sneer at my old tweed jacket and M&S shirt, tie (sometimes) and trousers.
I've got a suit now from a Government grant so as you'll look good at job
interviews, but it's the first one I've owned in about 35 years!
I was at a very good wind quintet concert in the Orangery at Kenwood House
once when a condescending little old lady asked me, "Do you know the names
of all the instruments, young man?"
I replied in the coarsest Cockney I could manage, and quite truthfully,
"Yes - and I can get a bloody good tune out of all of them as well misses! -
although I'd need a bit of lung exercise to manage the bassoon!"
She shut up after that!
There also once arrived a new packer at CNS Electronics called Barry. Not
only did he turn up each morning reeking of alcohol but he also kept going
very on inaccurately about classical music.
The trouble was, I don't think he'd never encountered anyone who actually
listened to it as a matter of course without the need to go on about it and
when he found that I listened to it (quietly) while doing my work he
complained bitterly, and when that didn't work, took the piss! - showing
himself up far more than me!
Equally as daft is the oft-used remark: "Neurrrr! You only go to the ballet
to look at the girls' legs!"
Are you implying that there's another reason for going there?
there's better places than the ballet to go looking for girl's legs.
I agree, which is why I rarely go to the ballet.
--
Phyllis Stein!
Very expensive though. I only used to go a major Covent Garden one like
Swine Lake or the Crut Nacker at Christmas and a very few odd ones during
the year.
If I won the Lottery I'd be going every week - and at the present time I'd
be trying for tickets to next years Vienna New Year's Concert! I suppose I'd
have to buy a posh suit for that.
Elite Syncopations at Sadler's Wells was damned good. Very humorous
principal ballerina too. Australian girl called Louis Strike. Excellent. Got
the album. Very good orchestral versions of Scott Joplin's rags.
The Playground was on in the same programme. Very sad. A bunch of patients
at a mental institution let out in a fenced-off yard for exercise. One of
them finds a handbag and after a number of unfortunate events, she's
heartbroken when it's cruelly taken off her. So it's not all tutus, legs and
padded gonads bouncing around. There's pathos and drama too.
They had odd foreign folkdance troupes over as well from time to time. I
remember an Egyptian company called something like Carracalla Dance. How
those dancers manage to glide smoothly along as if they're on bicycles with
their pelvises (pelves?) shlapping around in all directions I'll never know.
This was before the peace treaty brokered by Jimmy Carter between Israel and
Egypt and there'd been pro-Israeli demos outside, so the auditorium was full
of very uncomfortable-looking constabules, all grinding their teeth at the
Pythagorean tuning and hating the show because of their own racism!
It didn't help when a row of guys came on with all different kinds of drum
and sat in a row doing rather humorous, highly syncopated drumming and the
one in the middle was the spitting image of Yasser Arrafat!