Josh Brolin has a Norwegian twin sister?
Normally I find it a good idea to try and come up with some kind of catchy title if I’m writing an opinion piece. Sometimes it uses a metaphor, sometimes it uses a pun, sometimes it uses an obscure “Big Lebowski” reference, but it’s always meant to bring a touch of mystery to the actual substance of what was written.
In this case, however, I could think of nothing remotely interesting or competent to say. It is not unlike the conducting of Eivind Gullberg Jensen in that respect. Continue reading
I don't always drink beer. But when I do...I prefer Dos Equis.
Somewhere between the world of Euro-retreads (Haitink, Boulez, Muti, Abbado, Chailly, etc.) and the new breed of pseudo-prodigy (Dudamel, Nelsons, Jurowski, Ticciati, etc.) lies a nether-world of conducting populated by the chronically under-appreciated. They don’t have exciting hair. They don’t have Johnny Cash’s Live from Folsom Prison wardrobe. They weren’t the brightest stars in the firmament 30 years ago enabling them to trade on their great Firebird recording from 1983 to this very day.
They give consistently great performances. And they do it in the kind of anonymity usually afforded Franciscan monks or Katie Holmes after Scientology. Continue reading