Family Intrusion Into Listening Time

Started by locrian, October 17, 2007, 05:48:50 AM

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m_gigena

Quote from: HandelHooligan on October 17, 2007, 05:58:10 PM
Nothing is more annoying than being in the middle of an opera and my dad comes by and starts vocalizing...It just ruins it completely! Luckily it doesn't happen often...But I have learned never to watch the barber of seville ever again. I will hear "figaro figaro figaroooo" for the next 18 months.

My mother will always interrupt the final minutes of whatever thing I'm listening to. I can't understand why is that she is always so precise and punctual, but she always knocks the door when the piece is about to end. Just imagine, I've watched 78 minutes of a 79 minute Mahler's eight and she enters only to make a silly comment about something irrelevant.
She did that to Tchaikovsky's sixth yesterday, and to Harold in Italy the day before.
Last year my parents returned home after vacations right when Chenier and Maddalena were singing "La nostra morte è il trionfo dell'amor".

What is worst. Whenever I am really into a work I am listening or watching to, I feel I should prepare for my mother to interrupt me.  :P

Sergeant Rock

Quote from: D Minor on October 18, 2007, 05:47:02 AM
When your 3 listening rooms are at full capacity, who inhabits the 3rd room?

We rent it out.

Sarge
the phone rings and somebody says,
"hey, they made a movie about
Mahler, you ought to go see it.
he was as f*cked-up as you are."
                               --Charles Bukowski, "Mahler"

locrian

Quote from: Sergeant Rock on October 18, 2007, 06:08:48 AM
We rent it out.

When no one is listening in Sarge's third listening room, does it make a sound?

locrian

Quote from: Manuel on October 18, 2007, 05:53:58 AM
What is worst. Whenever I am really into a work I am listening or watching to, I feel I should prepare for my mother to interrupt me.  :P

Man, that blows. You should lay down the law in regards to your music-listening.

Sergeant Rock

Quote from: sound sponge on October 18, 2007, 06:10:10 AM
When no one is listening in Sarge's third listening room, does it make a sound?

;D :D ;D
the phone rings and somebody says,
"hey, they made a movie about
Mahler, you ought to go see it.
he was as f*cked-up as you are."
                               --Charles Bukowski, "Mahler"

orbital

Quote from: Bogey on October 17, 2007, 06:25:22 PM
while our three basset hounds pursue them.

and if they start to bark with their deep howls that's pretty much all you hear  ;D

prémont

Quote from: Sergeant Rock on October 18, 2007, 05:26:39 AM
..we have three listening rooms each, nicely isolated from the others ..

or so:

,,we have three listening rooms, each nicely isolated from the others ..

:o



Reality trumps our fantasy far beyond imagination.

Sergeant Rock

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..we have three listening rooms each, nicely isolated from the others ..

or so:

,,we have three listening rooms, each nicely isolated from the others ..
Quote from: premont on October 18, 2007, 10:43:22 AM
:o

The latter is what I meant  :D

Sarge
the phone rings and somebody says,
"hey, they made a movie about
Mahler, you ought to go see it.
he was as f*cked-up as you are."
                               --Charles Bukowski, "Mahler"

Cato

Quote from: Manuel on October 18, 2007, 05:53:58 AM
My mother will always interrupt the final minutes of whatever thing I'm listening to. I can't understand why is that she is always so precise and punctual, but she always knocks the door when the piece is about to end. Just imagine, I've watched 78 minutes of a 79 minute Mahler's eight and she enters only to make a silly comment about something irrelevant.
She did that to Tchaikovsky's sixth yesterday, and to Harold in Italy the day before.
Last year my parents returned home after vacations right when Chenier and Maddalena were singing "La nostra morte è il trionfo dell'amor".

What is worst. Whenever I am really into a work I am listening or watching to, I feel I should prepare for my mother to interrupt me.  :P

Mothers have strange fears: some associate classical music with what would have been called "prissiness" in the 1930's, and so if their sons are interested in it, this sends off the alarm: "I'll never have any grandchildren!" 

Because "prissiness" was a code word that their sons would not become fathers.    :o

On the other hand she may believe that you are choosing classical music over spending time talking to her, which of course...you are!   8)    She is jealous.

Is your mother a Baby Boomer?  Roughly age 42-62 ?  If so, I would pick explanation #2, since Baby Boomers tend toward solipsism.    0:)
"Meet Miss Ruth Sherwood, from Columbus, Ohio, the Middle of the Universe!"

- Brian Aherne introducing Rosalind Russell in  My Sister Eileen (1942)

BachQ

Quote from: Sergeant Rock on October 19, 2007, 04:45:37 AM
The latter is what I meant  :D

Sarge

Sarge is being modest.  His listening room is in the upper-left corner:

m_gigena

Quote from: Cato on October 19, 2007, 04:57:56 AM
Mothers have strange fears: some associate classical music with what would have been called "prissiness" in the 1930's, and so if their sons are interested in it, this sends off the alarm: "I'll never have any grandchildren!" 


:o

I dont' think that's my situation now. I usually date girls that also like classical music, so we attend concerts together. Many friends of my mother also go to those concerts and, even though I sometimes don't notice them, they keep an eye on me and my companion. It has happened to me that when speaking to friends of my mother they tell me things like "I saw you in the theatre the other night... but the girl with you wasn't the usual blonde, did you change her recently?"

Cato

Quote from: Manuel on October 19, 2007, 05:08:43 AM
:o

I dont' think that's my situation now. I usually date girls that also like classical music, so we attend concerts together. Many friends of my mother also go to those concerts and, even though I sometimes don't notice them, they keep an eye on me and my companion. It has happened to me that when speaking to friends of my mother they tell me things like "I saw you in the theatre the other night... but the girl with you wasn't the usual blonde, did you change her recently?"

Ah!  Then maybe you should give Momma the Gidget-Trilogy to watch, while you chow down on Mahler's Eighth!
"Meet Miss Ruth Sherwood, from Columbus, Ohio, the Middle of the Universe!"

- Brian Aherne introducing Rosalind Russell in  My Sister Eileen (1942)