Klarinet Archive - Posting 000898.txt from 2002/11

From: "mlmarmer" <mlmarmer@-----.com>
Subj: Re: [kl] Music for Dogs
Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2002 00:02:06 -0500

Lelia,

Why you wouldn't be writing about those great women announcers in
Washington, D.C. on Classical 103.5 WGMS! Okay, maybe the ones on WETA!

Mike
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From: <LeliaLoban@-----.com>
Subject: [kl] Music for Dogs

> Avrahm Galper wrote,
> >However ,variety is crucial. If you play classic FM
> >all day, they quickly filter it out and ignore it.
>
> That's pretty much the way I react to classical FM lately, too, unless I'm
> barking at the radio. Here in the Washington, D. C. area, the latest
trend
> seems to be female announcers with fake-intimate, bubbly-sugar voices, who
> *gush*. Ick.
>
> And we hardly ever hear a whole piece of music any more. It's first
movement
> of this and middle movement of that, with no regard for key signatures.
> They'll segue right into a piece of a piece that's in a key jarringly
remote
> from the one they've just played. But what I really, truly, viscerally
> *hate* is when they cut the piece short, not even at the end of a
movement,
> but mid-movement, *in the middle of a note.* Who in the world do they
think
> can stand to listen to this mess?
>
> No wonder classical radio is failing! It deserves to fail!
> Bark-bark-bark-bark!
> <End rant.>
>
> Willie Kercher wrote,
> >>On nice days, my wife and I would go out and practice in
> >>the shade of a pine tree in our yard. We gave it up after a
> >>while as our Basset hounds would come sit at our feet and
> >>howl the 3rd and 4th parts. None of the other dogs on the
> >>street would do this, just the two with big ears and feet
>
> In days of yore, my brother's dog, a feeble-minded runt cocker spaniel
named
> Silkie, used to howl companionably along when either of us played the
> clarinet. She sounded like a miniature wolf, doing her duty for pack and
> territory. She howled for my alto clarinet and his bass clarinet, too.
She
> howled for my recorder. She sat attentively beneath the piano and howled
> when I practiced. She howled for singers. She howled for the radio and
the
> TV and the record player. She howled to go outside, she howled to come
> inside, she howled for dinner and she howled for attention. She pointed
her
> pretty little nose at the moon and howled for every-damn-thing, except for
> the kids who hot-wired our car and stole it from the driveway one night.
>
> For Grand Theft Auto ten feet from our front door, she didn't howl one
note,
> the worthless meatbag. (We got the car back, more or less, after the kids
> wrecked it. The parents got their kids back, too, in one piece. Each.
> Although I gather they may not have *stayed* in one piece each, once their
> folks got done with them.)
>
> Lelia
>
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