Mozart symphony no. 35, Haffner. Next, No. 41, Jupiter. A new, to me, record.
Manfred Symphony, Op. 58, Tchaikovsky on Morning Classics, MTPR .
Ugh. He truly brought out the absolute worst in folks. I remember watching this garbage when I first moved to this country, and I could not believe people would be this savagely cruel to one another ON CAMERA. Though I guess the 2 seconds of “fame” they got out of it made their lives worthwhile.
Well recommended:
Wow, her voice hasn’t changed one bit over the decades!
A wonderful, talented songwriter from my area. Give her a listen.
A flute and piano sonata by Francis Poulenc. Lovely.
Can’t get enough of Momma. Thinking of taking the drive to VT to see them in June.
And if you want to get lost in beats and sounds. A little Mandragora…
I got to see Buddy Rich once, when I was a 12 year old drummer. He played a concert at some local outdoor event and afterwards, I stood, waiting to meet him for upwards of an hour. When he finally emerged, he contemptuously sneered at the small crowd of us who were waiting (including several other kids around my age) and muttered something before half-heartedly waving and ducking back inside.
I have since learned that Buddy, while undoubtedly a tremendously talented musician, was a notorious asshole. There’s even a whole joke about it:
So not too long after Rich’s death, a guy calls Buddy Rich’s old agent. “Hello! I’d like to book Buddy Rich for a show!” “I’m sorry, sir. Perhaps you hadn’t heard. Mr. Rich died last month.” “Oh! Sorry. Good bye!” and the guy hangs up.
The next day: “Hello! I’d like to book Buddy Rich.” The agent thinks he sounds familiar, but just says, again “I’m sorry. Mr. Rich passed away last month.” “Oh! Alright then. Good bye.” and he hangs up.
The day after that: “Hello! I’d like to book Buddy Rich.” “Now see here! I recognize your voice. I told you twice now. Buddy Rich is DEAD!” “Oh, I know! I just like hearing you say it.”