A small diversion today -- Anne Midgette, the very capable critic for the Washington Post, simply made me laugh with this telling, possibly unintentional, juxtaposition.
During a season preview concert, the Baltimore Symphony played works by Prokofiev, Mahler and Mozart and...
The biggest hit with the audience was John Williams's "Star Wars" theme, which will be featured on a space-themed January concert along with a co-commissioned work by Philip Glass.
Nothing says space theme quite like Philip Glass?
No judgments, here, about highbrow and lowbrow.
What an incredibly odd thing to say.
The BSO is working to make people feel welcome, turning what has traditionally been a society event into a genuine social exchange.
Poor, Philip Glass. Does no one like your music?
Which reminds me of an Amazon.com user review of a Glass album which I ran across a few days ago:
Handel composed water music. Philip Glass composes water-torture music. Certainly, the track-by-track agony of waiting for Glass' infernal triplets to reappear (and they do, again and again) is akin to counting the moments until the next water particle falls. What is it with those triplets?
Glass pays tribute to Disco with track two ("Lightning") and Jimmy Webb's "MacArthur Park" on track five. Linda Ronstadt pays tribute to bad soprano singing on tracks three and six. Pay tribute to your intelligence by avoiding this washed-up exercise in minimalist excess.
I am amused.