Scrappy, low(er)-budget, heartfelt, intellectually sharp Doctor Who? It might just work!
(Unfortunately the BBC needs a flagship, flashy, splashy, readily-exported cash cow, because things really are that desperate. I fear the show can't survive either way, but would like to be proved wrong.)
And comfortable? Peering at your profile photo, I think you're a glasses wearer like me.
(At home, wired: HD800; doing jobs about the house: B&W Px7 S2; out and about: Pi8, better than I realised wireless earbuds could be. I'm tempted by the new HDB630s, partly for the dongle.)
I mostly manage not to rant on here, and when I do it's rarely about suprasegmental phonology. But goodness me, Stagecoach bus stop announcements on their Oxford services have an *unerring* ability to put the stress on the wrong syllable.
I suppose Hildedriver was always at risk of being forgotten when Bingen went down the single-operator mysticism route.
I find myself needing to add my voice to the chorus:
"Where's the cue ball going? WHERE'S THE CUE BALL GOING?"
Goodnight and thank you JV.
We're making chilli con carne tonight. The current job is trying to explain to Bea, the greediest little black cat in all of creation, that "free range" beef mince doesn't mean "cats are allowed all over it". Pictured here with her marginally less naughty sister Nina.
Reading Alfred Brendel's collected essays, "Music, Sense and Nonsense." Every now and then he'll just allow himself a little parenthesis:
"(Haydn springs surprises, while Schubert, I think, allows himself to be surprised.)"
I could probably do a Quote of the Day from this book for a fair while.
I subscribed to Qobuz, then added Presto streaming, before knowing any of that, so I'm happy with my luck. There's some belt-tightening to be done this year, though, and I'm not sure I can maintain both, even with the savings on what I used to buy on CD or download.
What a good idea! I'll join you. Have picked out Christopher Hogwood's St Paul's Chamber Orch. recording.
I'd be interested to know what you think; 4 and 6 are pretty different approaches to symphonic form. Pleased to see that Munch's 1956 recording is available on streaming in the stereo pressing nowadays β a few years ago I had to import the CD from Japan. It's probably still unsurpassed.
Is it cheating to give a plug for Bohuslav MartinΕ―'s Symphony no. 6 (Fantaisies symphoniques). Czech-born and Czech at heart but long in exile, he started writing the Sixth in NYC, and it was commissioned and premiered (1955) by Charles Munch in Boston. Also, it's rather extraordinary.
Just quit X regardless? You could regard it as playing the long game. You could play it as a game of rebuilding civilization in microcosm.
(Maybe you can't risk that.)
((I'm also on Threads.))
I gather they're recasting Paul β it's going to be a de-aged Arnold Schwarzenegger. They're calling it Dunior.
Black cat standing in a box on the kitchem floor, looking wide-eyed.
Any box is a good box. But a box that recently held a 12lb goose is a very good box.
And Tiny Tim, who did NOT die,
Wished he could fly
Way up in the sky
And he could.
Der Tod Oscars seems a bit hyperbolic, surely? They're only moving to YouTube.
(I am very sorry.)
Ye knowe ek that in forme of speche is chaunge
Withinne a thousand yeer, and wordes tho
That hadden pris, now wonder nyce and straunge
Us thinketh hem β and yit thei spake hem so,
And ferde as wel in love as men now do.
Ek for to winnen love in sondry ages,
In sondry londes, sondry ben usages.
It's not an experience I seek out, that's for sure.
If you know you're going to hate something in advance, it's not hard to find examples of things you hate β deals neatly with that pesky hermeneutic circle. I'm more than capable of doing so myself; I have my prejudices. Your reservations I can well understand!
Hurwitz is worth paying attention to on certain topics (his enthusiasm for Haydn is well-informed), but I generally feel he writes his review before listening to the record, or might as well. Some critics like to practise blind listening; his approach I'd describe as blinkered listening.
Ludwig van Beethoven: Complete Works for Piano Trio. Van Baerle Trio (Challenge Classics).
#NowListening to the Van Baerle Trio playing Beethoven's Archduke. Gosh, this is good.
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings, and I am a monumentoholic.
Black cat snoozing on a pillow protector.
I really should have put the folded bed linen away in the cupboard, but phase one of the job tired me out, somehow. Now it's a cat bed, needless to say.
Tortoiseshell and white cat on a dark grey fleece dressing gown abandoned on a bathroom floor. She has a wide-eyed look, is somewhat stretched out, and kneading.
Nina can't resist a fleecy dressing gown.
Carl Nielsen: Piano Music. Arne Skjold Rasmussen. First CD release of the 1960 BBC broadcasts.
Listening to Nielsen's Chaconne Op. 32, and Humoreske-Bagateller Op. 11, in this release of broadcasts by Arne Skjold Rasmussen on Danacord (thanks to Jonathan Woolf's review on MusicWeb International). The sound is a little careworn on top but still vivid, and the performances utterly persuasive.
Mikhail Pletnev: Prokofiev, Tchaikovsky, Schedrin.
Russian Ballet Suites β Andreu Gugnin.
I get obsessive sometimes. Having listened a dozen times today to the Pas de deux from Nutcracker in Pletnev's transcription the new album of ballet suites by Gugnin, I've now listened another half dozen times to Pletnev himself (who is phenomenal in the whole suite, unsurprisingly).
Just listening to the 7th now, having read your post earlier, and I have to say it still holds up pretty decently!
The Stars! The Stars! (for Peter) The stars! The stars! They're just like cars, Without the seats or wheels; Also without the people in, The brake lights, wigs, or eels. The fridge! The fridge! It's like a bridge For beer and cheese and milk; A thoroughfare for Tupperware And creatures of that ilk. The sheep! The sheep! They're just like sheep; No difference at all, Except that these are very big While those are very small. The dark! The dark! It's like a park Where Absence goes to play, And Blankness dreams pernicious schemes Until the break of day.
As this year's #NationalPoetryDay theme is "play", I thought I'd share this.
The orchestrations often centre on a love duet between oboe and clarinet, the canonic principle played out between single reed and double reed. I have an instinctive conviction that one is Robert, the other Clara.
Dugga doo?
