The Chat Thread

[DavidW]

And I'm saving this one for the next crackpot thread--

[knight66]

Is that Donald Trump facing a strong headwind?

That is the beloved Doddie being pleasured by his tickling stick.

Mike

[Dr. Dread]

What does this guy do when he is not wetting things? Mind you if those teeth are often donned, he is spraying spume moment to moment.

Mike

[karlhenning]

Is that Donald Trump facing a strong headwind?

He's just got sight of the Verazzano Narrows Bridge marching up the estuary . . . .

[DavidW]

That is the beloved Doddie being pleasured by his tickling stick.

Mike

Yup, this could be my next avatar.

[knight66]

Doddie is starting to look a bit dessicated. He still does four hour stand-up shows. Amazing guy.

Dave, that new photo of your guy...he is clearly wet. I don't think I want to associate with him. I don't want to know how he got wet.

0:) 0:) 0:)

Mike

[Dr. Dread]

Who can blame you?

[knight66]

Phew, I am so glad I stopped you giving him my address.

Mike

[Dr. Dread]

Phew, I am so glad I stopped you giving him my address.

Mike

I gave it to this guy instead.

[karlhenning]

He gave your address as 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW, Salzburg.

[knight66]

Dave, He looks like he might enjoy being wetted by your other guy. Give him Ozz's address instead.

Mike

[DavidRoss]

I gave it to this guy instead.

Thank God I wasn't drinking coffee when I saw this post!  You've outdone yourself, Dave.   

[Dr. Dread]

 

[Elgarian]

Blimey. How a world can change in the blink of an eye. Phew. Never expected that. I suppose it was finally settled that Mozart was really Sibelius pretending to be Wagner, then.

Good. So how're we doing so far? We have, in the blue corner, Stourhead. DavidRoss says Wow, and he is indisputably right on this, and we have Mike's photos to prove it. Then in the red corner we have weird photos of people with funny teeth and/or leather jackets. I don't quite get that, but I hope to some day. Because if it's in this thread, it's TRUE.

I'm wondering about starting a 'music memorabilia' thread - but would that bore the pants off everybody, do you think? I was thinking of a place for posting stuff like this:



It might be too anorak-trainspotterish, maybe.

[DavidRoss]

Joan Sutherland, eh?  Don't tell us you were working your way around the world, slaving away in Sydney as a carwash attendant, trying to save your passage, when Ms Sutherland left you her autograph instead of a tip?

[knight66]

For obvious reasons, I can't show you....but my boss has framed on her livingroom wall a letter that Britten wrote to a friend. A very odd letter about some boy he was enamoured of.

I used to have Baremboim's signature on my Beethoven 9th vocal score, it wore out, the score, not the signature and a number of signed LPs, but they all went when I sold all the LPs. So, nothing much to show that I can think of.

Mike

[karlhenning]

When Carter came to Symphony for the premiere of his Horn Concerto, he autographed my program.

[secondwind]

I'm wondering about starting a 'music memorabilia' thread - but would that bore the pants off everybody, do you think? I was thinking of a place for posting stuff like this:



It might be too anorak-trainspotterish, maybe.

I don't know what anorak-trainspotterish means, actually, , but I have one signed item to contribute. In 1995, the Trio Di Clarone (Sabine Meyer, Reiner Wehle, and Wolfgang Meyer) did a program of clarinet and basset horn music in DC.  I sat in the front row, held my breath through the entire performance, then dashed backstage and accosted the performers, begging them in a mangled mixture of English, German, and besotted fan-speak to sign my program and please, please, PLEASE tell me how they could do what they did.  (That was SO not like me.  I was possessed by an evil spirit.)  Then I came home and seriously contemplated putting my entire grendilla collection, which at that time consisted of clarinets in Eb, C, Bb, and A and a basset horn in F, into the fireplace, dousing them with lighter fluid, and tossing in a match.  Possibly myself as well.    I contented myself with drinking the pain away and eventually framing the program and ticket stub to hang next to the piano as a reminder that Music Gods walk among us.  I would have to overcome a pretty intimidating techno-phobia to figure out how to take a digital picture and post it, but if you really, really want to see it. . . .

[DavidRoss]

I don't know what anorak-trainspotterish means, actually, , but I have one signed item to contribute. In 1995, the Trio Di Clarone (Sabine Meyer, Reiner Wehle, and Wolfgang Meyer) did a program of clarinet and basset horn music in DC.  I sat in the front row, held my breath through the entire performance, then dashed backstage and accosted the performers, begging them in a mangled mixture of English, German, and besotted fan-speak to sign my program and please, please, PLEASE tell me how they could do what they did.  (That was SO not like me.  I was possessed by an evil spirit.)  Then I came home and seriously contemplated putting my entire grendilla collection, which at that time consisted of clarinets in Eb, C, Bb, and A and a basset horn in F, into the fireplace, dousing them with lighter fluid, and tossing in a match.  Possibly myself as well.    I contented myself with drinking the pain away and eventually framing the program and ticket stub to hang next to the piano as a reminder that Music Gods walk among us.  I would have to overcome a pretty intimidating techno-phobia to figure out how to take a digital picture and post it, but if you really, really want to see it. . . .

I love that a great performance can reduce a grown man to babbling, starstruck fandom!  Reminds me of the time a few years ago when we surprised our younger son by taking him to LA (Northridge, actually) to see a production of Eric Whitacre's opera-in-progress, Paradise Lost (he was--and still is--an admirer of Whitacre's music).  After the performance, Whitacre invited a discussion with the audience and then hung around just to talk.  We encouraged Mason to go talk with him, and he did, but charmingly turned from a cocksure adolescent to a tongue-tied child in a matter of seconds!

[Elgarian]

Joan Sutherland, eh?  Don't tell us you were working your way around the world, slaving away in Sydney as a carwash attendant, trying to save your passage, when Ms Sutherland left you her autograph instead of a tip?

That's so accurate, I'm wondering if you were there, hiding in a cupboard.


[OK. OK. The truth: I found a signed copy of Russell Braddon's biography in a secondhand bookshop. That could mean the unsigned copies may be the rare ones.]

I'll say more in the memorabilia thread which, I am now persuaded, I shall create - after I have put on my anorak and updated my trainspotter's log.