Showing posts with label baseball metaphors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baseball metaphors. Show all posts

4/20/10

Boston Herald writer shoots editor in the face, then publishes article.

figure cut and paste: Yeah, I digg it!

Hurricane Gustavo rocks MIT Symphony Orchestra

Can conductors really be compared to hurricanes? He's conducting Mozart and Rimsky-Korsakov's tame Capriccio Espagnol...a hurricane might be stretching the credulity of this hyperbole. This seems more like a low pressure area creating some morning fog and slight chance of rain.

Anywho...

At a time when the Boston Symphony Orchestra’s conductors are ailing or injured,...

Much like a certain Boston area bases ball team...

figure what $13 million buys you: .158/.238/.289

...the energetic Gustavo Dudamel, the toast of Caracas and the current music director of the Gustavo Dudamel conducting, Friday evening at Kresge Auditorium.

Gustavo Dudamel, current music director of the Gustavo Dudamel conducting.

Yep. Got it.

Los Angeles Philharmonic, jetted into town this weekend to scoop up $75,000 and impart his wisdom on student musicians.

I love that you've masculinized the LA Phil. You just don't get enough of that subtle sexism in modern newspapers anymore.


figure subtle sexism: Thank you once again, failblog.

9/5/08

The Ol' Can of Corn

This is probably how I, too, would describe Yefim Bronfman’s performance of Rachmaninoff’s Third Piano Concerto:

The third [movement] was tintinnabulating, but with Sinatra songsmanship, delicate partnering with the orchestra, and, above all, stamina.

But then again, for good measure, I would insert a baseball reference so not to seem too unhip, what with the Sinatra reference and all.

Bronfman was brushing back the hitters, then catching the outside corner.

Sweet.

Like Gibson and Koufax in one: a virtuoso in action.

Bob Gibson: retired 1975.
Sandy Koufax: retired 1966.
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