It's been a busy week and a half, and it's not going to slow down for a few weeks more. On Friday morning I put my dad on the bus back to DC after he'd spent a week with me. We ended up having a low-key visit, which was very much appreciated. That night, I went to Carnegie Hall for the "Bauhaus Bach" concert. What a mess. The idea was different orchestrations and arrangements of Bach by Bauhaus composers looking in Bach for (a) musical "purity" - music as its own overwhelming endeavor, not an illustration and not something for the background, (b) spirituality, and (c) a little from Column A and a little from Column B. It's a neat concept to structure a concert, but either the scores or the performances were seriously off. The Schoenberg orchestrations were particularly bad - muddy tone, the brasses fighting the strings. I fought with myself and ended up staying until the end, which was good, as the last piece, selections from The Art of the Fugue, orchestrated by Graeser, was gorgeous and much closer to what I'd wanted and expected to hear (speaking of Bach: http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=XKRj-T4l-e8&vq=large). Perhaps not coincidentally, it was also the only piece where the conductor's work seemed to have the slightest bearing - let alone causal effect - on what the orchestra was doing; I know the basics - the very basic basics - of conducting, and frankly what he spent most of the concert doing was a complete mystery to me. Though he gave a great pre-concert lecture, and it was clear he was very intelligent, funny, and knowledgeable about the scores, so I don't know what happened. Also, not to make every post to this journal a crankypants post, but let me just say that I would far rather be surrounded by people who maybe don't know the ins and outs of classical music but who know how to be an audience than the people I got - which is to say, people who know not to clap between movements, but to applaud the concertmaster, but who leave their phones on, unwrap candy during pieces, talk over the music, and generally behave like boors. One man kept scraping the stiff insert from his program against his neck stubble, which was incredibly loud and distracting. How hard is it to act like a grown-up?
One unalloyed good that came of the concert - I now have a title for the sequel I want to write to Tear Up Your List - the one where Sherlock has to figure out how to get John and Mycroft to forgive him. Exxxxcellent. I might end up writing that for bigbang_mixup, though I'd really like to write my Arthur-centric sequel to Counter, Original, Spare, Strange for that challenge. Between that, Yuletide, picfor1000, and running sherlock_remix (EPIPHANY: make sign-ups after series 2 has aired!), I think I will be very busy for some time.
More shows coming up very soon - Find My Way Home, a retelling of Orpheus and Eurydice (my favorite Greek myth) in dance [tonight]; Anything Goes, with Sutton Foster and Joel Grey, both of whom have been praised to the skies [Tuesday]; Little Shop of Horrors (one of my favorite shows EVER EVER EVER!) [Thursday]; and How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying [next Tuesday]. Plus that Hugh Jackman: Back on Broadway show, which my mom inexplicably asked for tickets to [mid-November, about a week before her birthday].
In other news, I'm about 2/5 of the way through Robertson Davies's The Deptford Trilogy, which someone recced on the Yuletide post for drumming up interest in the small fandoms closest to your heart. I can't see writing fic for it - particularly since I still have a mental block about writing fic based on textual sources - but it's a fascinating read and I'm really enjoying it.
Oh! And there were birthday shenanigans yesterday with the BFF and his fiancee - we went for pizza at the new wood-oven place down the street from me and then I got them to watch eps 1 and 3 of Sherlock, which they both loved. Mwahaha.
Off to answer comments, watch the latest SPN ep, and try to write some more of this To the Ends of the Earth fic! Hope you're all having a good day!