New CD of Brahms symphonies, Berlin Philharmoniker conducted by Karajan (the 60s recording, which is fabulous). Look at this:
Number of photos of Brahms: 0
Number of photos of Berlin Phil: 0
Number of photos of Karajan: 18
( Further details and the obligatory Karajan joke )ETA: Since I'm feeling rather proud of this, here's the result of a slightly tangential conversation that started up when I remarked that if you're going to plagiarise, Mr Brahms, pinching a bit of something incredibly famous such as Beethoven 9 is not clever. I then had a moan about Beethoven's never-ending cadences (friend of a friend of a friend's father reckoned that Beethoven just couldn't come).
elfbystarlight, who can't read music, was naturally rather puzzled.
elettaria: A cadence is like saying "That's it," at the end of a story; or of a paragraph, in a smaller way. They're often used for ending phrases, and used importantly for ending movements. "That's it" is two words, right?
elfbystarlight: What's a movement? [Digression to explain what a movement is.]
elettaria: Beethoven does the equivalent of this:
That's it! That's it! That that that that's it, that's it, that's it, THAT'S IT, THAT'S - IT. It itty-itty-itty-itty-itty-IT.
(multiply by about ten)
In other news, I managed to get round the Gyle shopping centre in a wheelchair on Monday, and haven't been too shattered since. When borrowing the wheelchair from the information point, I enquired whether there was a curfew, since Shopmobility had wanted their wheelchairs back by 4.45. "Yes," the (fairly old and unattractive) security guard said, absolutely deadpan, "I want you in bed by seven." I don't think he had any idea what we'd said, and CM and I managed to get a discreet distance away before gettting the giggles. I decided not to say, "Best offer I've had in years," to the guy, just in case.