Whilst waiting for the considered discussion, that my apparent obsession with authentic performance was allegedly stifling, to begin, I have some true Beethovenian mysteries worthy of Hitchcock that I would like to relate...
Firstly, on the anniversary of Beethoven's death just a few days ago, I was having lunch at my usual cafe. I bought some tea and, having a sweet tooth, proceeded to get a few sachets of sugar to go with it. I stuck my hand in the bowl of sachets and plucked out one without thinking anything of it. However, I looked at the sachet and to my amazement there was Beethoven's face staring up at me printed on the packet! A shiver went down my spine. I grabbed a few more and it soon transpired that a different famous person's face was on each of the bags of sugar. But wasn't it spooky that I picked out one with Beethoven on it on his anniversary! Of course I did not rip the sachet, but took it home. Alas Willy Shakespear and Abe Lincon were decapitated....
Story number two. This relates to an earlier discussion here about how classical music fans are percieved by 'outsiders'. About three weeks ago I was in the office demonstrating the excellent 'iTunes' software with the help of some Beethoven. A nubile young office assistant, who we had recently hired, looked on, then at me rather strangely. She said 'I thought all people who liked classical music were mad!' Whilst saying this she gesticulated in the manner of a frenzied conductor. I gave her a condesending look, but realised that the inference of her remark was that the impression I had given her of myself, up until then, was NOT one of madness. However, I remained silent and though to myself, 'just wait until we go away to our next convention my lady....I'll give you a good seeing to...'. That'll teach her.
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"If I were but of noble birth..." - Rod Corkin
[This message has been edited by Rod (edited 04-03-2001).]
Firstly, on the anniversary of Beethoven's death just a few days ago, I was having lunch at my usual cafe. I bought some tea and, having a sweet tooth, proceeded to get a few sachets of sugar to go with it. I stuck my hand in the bowl of sachets and plucked out one without thinking anything of it. However, I looked at the sachet and to my amazement there was Beethoven's face staring up at me printed on the packet! A shiver went down my spine. I grabbed a few more and it soon transpired that a different famous person's face was on each of the bags of sugar. But wasn't it spooky that I picked out one with Beethoven on it on his anniversary! Of course I did not rip the sachet, but took it home. Alas Willy Shakespear and Abe Lincon were decapitated....
Story number two. This relates to an earlier discussion here about how classical music fans are percieved by 'outsiders'. About three weeks ago I was in the office demonstrating the excellent 'iTunes' software with the help of some Beethoven. A nubile young office assistant, who we had recently hired, looked on, then at me rather strangely. She said 'I thought all people who liked classical music were mad!' Whilst saying this she gesticulated in the manner of a frenzied conductor. I gave her a condesending look, but realised that the inference of her remark was that the impression I had given her of myself, up until then, was NOT one of madness. However, I remained silent and though to myself, 'just wait until we go away to our next convention my lady....I'll give you a good seeing to...'. That'll teach her.
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"If I were but of noble birth..." - Rod Corkin
[This message has been edited by Rod (edited 04-03-2001).]
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