Yesterday was the five-year anniversary of this blog. The first post on this “otherwise excellent blog” was posted (sadly, not by me, believe it or not) on October 8th, 2007. No time for retrospection. Full speed ahead. Surely there are still things to mock and dismiss (and admire).
Shostakovich’s Nose is a rather interesting piece of music / opera. It’s rarely performed and there are not too many recordings of it. It’s also quite a listen even for crusty Shostakovich fans, I think (see some videos below).
Production is by South African artist William Kentridge – see Kentridge’s images for The Nose here. This could be a great reason for a trip to NYC.
Conductors: Valery Gergiev / Pavel Smelkov
Police Inspector: Andrei Popov
The Nose: Gordon Gietz
Kovalyov: Paulo Szot
The premiere will be on 5 March 2010 with performances on 11, 13, 18, 23, &
Even though this is usually estranged and pretty much retired blogger Paco’s territory, it is worth mentioning that this weekend is the annual Conflux Festival in New York City. Above is Bay area artist Lucas Murgida’s submission 9/10, his outdoor installation will be in place west of the Center for Architecture and south of Washington Square Park on Saturday, September 13th, from noon onward. Here’s the blurb from the organizers:
Starting September 11th, over one hundred local and international artists will transform New York City streets into a laboratory for exploring the urban environment at the Conflux Festival. Located in Greenwich Village at the Center for Architecture (a.k.a. Conflux HQ), the four-day event includes art installations, street art interventions, interactive performance, walking tours, bicycle and public-transit expeditions, DIY media workshops, lectures, films and music.Hosted by Christina Ray (founder of New York art space Glowlab) and a team of New York-based curators, the 5th anniversary of the festival will feature projects including the “$1k Giveaway” by the Federation of Students and Nominally Unemployed Artists; botanical walking tours of Manhattan “narrated” by plants; an iPod video and cell-phone-instructed scavenger hunt through the East Village; an expedition to discover the underground rivers and streams of New York; an interactive installation of New York City trash; solar-powered Morse Code workshops; and London-based collective CutUp, returning for a second year to create fresh work throughout the city. The festival’s keynote speaker is Chris Carlsson, author of the recently-published book: ‘Nowtopia: How pirate programmers, outlaw bicyclists, and vacant-lot gardeners are inventing the future today.’ Be sure to check out all the projects, and see you at Conflux!
Read Murgida’s project description below the fold. This and many other installations, performances and whatnot will be happening all over. Do check it out.
While driving today, I was reminded by NPR friendlies of two of the more interesting articles I have read in the last year. This morning, on Talk of the Nation, I was reminded of last week’s New York Times op-ed, which taught me that I may eat better, exercise more, and be more fiscally responsible if I start brushing my teeth with the other hand. This evening, while picking up pizza (clearly not really quite eating better yet, even though I really have been trying to brush left handed), I was listening to the All Things Considered story about the Washington Post’s cleanup on journalistic Pulitzer’s. In it, they mention that the Feature Writing Pulitzer went to Gene Weingarten for his piece in the Washington Post Magazine, in which he asked Joshua Bell to perform some of the world’s most difficult pieces for violin at the L’Enfant Metro station in order to see whether busy commuters will recognize the quality, or at least the beauty, of the performance.
Read the article here.
Watch people ignore Joshua Bell because they are too busy scuttling to mid-level government jobs here:
PS. Mikhail, Shahar, and Paco, in exchange for some uncomfortable pictures of them being kept from the eyes of their extensive readership, have allowed me to start posting. Regardless of what have unjustly been referred to as ‘threats’, I am clearly awesome and therefore deserving of the aforementioned honor whether or not, in their current state of fear, they quite realize it yet.
First, I witnessed Rock of Love with late 1980s tight leather pants, possible drag queen, hair themed band Poison, featuring Brett Michaels. Poor Brett, he just wants to find a woman who can “dig” him for who he is. Come on, he wants nothing but a good time. So, in order to find such a “score” he gets a bunch of women to live in a house together with him and humiliate themselves in a variety of ways, whether working as a team to put together a motorcycle for Brett or posing in various positions for Brett while he takes snapshots in an effort to satisfy his adolescent fantasies. To what ends, you may ask? Well, competing for different prizes, such as “one on one” time with Brett, either on a date, or on alone in his room for a conjugal visit it would seem. At the end of the show, Brett pathetically hands out “back stage passes” via his hulking bodyguard and asks, “Will you accept this backstage pass and continue to rock my world?” Ack. Continue reading
As I am counting days until my Winter semester begins and I finally get to go back to class again, allow me to draw attention to two opera DVDs that I have recently acquired and watched/listened to: 2005 Salzburg’s La Traviata with Netrebko, Villazón and Hampson and Pascal Dusapin’s Faustus: The Last Night.