Showing posts with label concerts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label concerts. Show all posts

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Why concerts?


It has been said that modern concert halls are now like museums - nothing but relics from the past dwell there. The criticism is partly justified. I should know - I am one of the museum pieces on display. I don't exactly know how many symphony concerts I've played over the years but the number is easily in the hundreds. I have also played with many mariachi bands and the number of gigs there is probably in the thousands. Recording sessions also number in the hundreds. So, what makes me agree with the assessment of modern concert life? I think concerts over the years, and classical music, have been accorded a degree of seriousness which renders them inert. In the old days - going back to Bach and Vivaldi and Mozart - music served a social purpose. People didn't just sit and listen. Music was part of social or religious events. People talked, or walked or ate or worshipped while music was played. Opera performances were lively. There was audience interaction with the musicians and performers. We need to recapture that social aspect. Beethoven expected his audience to listen while he played. He was much too serious. Classical music became a philosophical exercise of sorts - put up on a pedestal. I say forget that!!! And if you insist on having concerts where people just sit quietly and listen, make them a lot shorter please, before we lose our audiences altogether. The sooner the better.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Painting



Since the last one (red apple) worked well, I thought I would try another one. This is a painting I no longer own. It's titled Guarnerius. I was almost able to do it justice!!! Please note that it is an abstract and a realistic painting at the same time - whimsical I think. The actual size is 16 X 20, in case anyone cares. It was done with acrylic over canvas board. An artist friend told me once that he hated canvas board - I told him I hated canvas. We could never agree. It was all his fault, of course.