By Mitchell
There are few simple pleasures more satisfying than running across some ironic little bit of news that means something only (or primarily) to you. Take, for example, this wonderful tidbit from Jay Nordlinger's New York Sun review of a New York Philharmonic performance of Handel's Messiah:
As Ms. Blythe was about to sing a recitative, a cell phone played the "Ode to Joy," loudly. Right spirit, wrong composer.
Steve, all I can say is that you should have copywrited this post.
There is a "No Cell Phones" sign at the theatre for performances. Why are people not understanding the rule?
ReplyDeleteI remember when I took question with some people who brought those things into the hall whilst attending my voice teacher's direction of a production of Carousel.