Food Metaphors, Modern Music, and a Side of Redundancy

For the food metaphors, we have only to look at the title and its subordinate:

Bread, butter, with a side of surprise

How delightfully wordplayee!

In big season finale, Philharmonic leaves audience hungry for more

Squeee! I can never have too many food metaphors.

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For the modern music, we need to take the Delorian for a ride.

“La Creation du Monde [sic],” composed in 1923 by Darius Milhaud, is a jazz-influenced ballet in six parts, inspired by the Parisian composer’s strolls in New York’s Harlem in the 1920s.

Also, badass punk rockers have no need for acute accents.

I may be giving music director Itkin too much credit, but programming the Milhaud seemed like the conductor’s punk-rock move, signalling to the audience: “Don’t get too comfortable.”

Anarchy in Sugar Hill!

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And for the redundancy, behold:

And then the main event, the robust men robustly echoing and volleying with the clarion women in the resounding variations, building to the cathartic, celestial “Ode to Joy,”

...wait for it...

which evoked a surge of joy [...]

It’s good to be back, Detritusites! Stay tuned for more regular postings.
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A Little Night Probing with a Knotty Schoenberg

In Sator Arepo’s recent post, Bernard Holland suggests that George Pearle’s music is like something from outer space. I’m not so sure that Bernard isn’t on to something.

We all know that Schoenberg’s Violin Concerto

usually comes off as an icy monolith of modernism.



Right?

Who then could possibly untangle Schoenberg’s spaceman-like naughty knots?

Who could bring out his latent, other-worldly romanticism?

Who could beam 30 fiendishly difficult, atonal minutes down into 12-tone ribbons of lyrical melody?

I think it’s clear. Thank you Mr. Holland.

The answer?

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Shhhh. They might be listening, waiting to take over the world, or subliminally supplying us with bad writing about Schoenberg.

I know who can do this. But you have to keep it to yourself, in case you get probed. Just be quiet.

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It’s.

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Aliens, who look like us. (artist's rendering)

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Here’s one of them.

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And another. They can look like music critics from the Detroit Free-Press, too.

Now that you know, here's Schoenberg.
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