Parrot lost in Brooklyn, on or near 16th Avenue near 75th Street. If you’re in the area, please consider keeping an eye out for this parrot.
I don’t live in the area, but I thought I’d give a signal boost.
3 pictures from Montreal today.
Vendome metro; trippy ceiling near the Maison Symphonique; inside the Maison Symphonique.
Please tell me every good wind ensemble piece ever. Extra credit if you have scores or links to them. Also, whatever I need to know about writing for wind ensemble…
I was gonna say Maslanka 4, but you’re already listening to that …
In no particular order, and…
All these. Also Jonathan Newman: Symphony no. 1 “My Hands Are a City”, Steven Bryant: Ecstatic Waters and Concerto for Wind Ensemble, Stravinsky: Symphonies of Wind Instruments and the Concerto for Piano and Winds, and also the Messiaen pieces for wind ensemble/piano and winds.
A few staples I would add:
Grainger - Lincolnshire Posy
Hindemith - Symphony in B-flat
Husa - Music for Prague
Reed - Russian Christmas Music
Chance - Variations on a Korean Folk Song
Persichetti - Pageant, Divertimento
Persichetti - Symphony no. 6
Grainger - Hill Song II
Rimsky-Korsakov’s description of woodwinds. Hilarious.
"Senile mockery"? Really, Rimsky.?
I love it when people are passionate about something and devote themselves to achieving their goals. All of you who bust your butt to be the best musician and person you can be are amazing and truly inspire me to keep following my own dreams. Here’s a thanks to all the people who inspire us to do whatever we can to do what we love.
The writer, who died on Thursday, created her teen diarist Adrian Mole while she was a struggling single mother of three. In this Observer article from 1989, she described how the state had left her destitute
"Haven’t you got any relatives who’ll lend you some money?" said the young man behind the desk. It is impossible to convey to somebody who has money and no children the nightmare of having children and no money. I knew nobody who was on the telephone at that time. I couldn’t even reverse the charges and ask for help.
I couldn’t face walking the five miles home. I begged the young man for 50p, but he wouldn’t relent. The staff in the back office started to put their coats on and tidy their desks. Half-past five arrived. Most of the people in the waiting room were ushered out. Others, desperate like me, stayed – explaining – some in tears, others shouting, that they hadn’t eaten, had nowhere to stay. It was bedlam. My children were hot and thirsty. Could I give them a glass of water? “No,” the office was now closed.
I still think that Adrian Mole is one of the best pieces of critical commentary on Thatcherism, and it seems to be because Sue Townsend lived it.
This is a really great article (note that a certain f-word is meant to be cigarettes here), especially when she says that she got her kids a treat because she wanted to, and to hell with anyone who would tell her she should have bought them healthy food instead. Because even poor people deserve a treat once in a while.
Excellent article. I’ve always liked the Adrian Mole books, and I feel like this article helps me appreciate the books better now.