Apparently this bears repeating

So, I am reposting this and making it sticky.  PLEASE read this and program your phones accordingly.  For a little while, at least, new posts will appear below this one.  Thanks.

A Public Service Announcement

Please note, this has nothing to do with you.  Or you.  This is just a general reminder.

If you need to get in touch with us please, PLEASE, PLEASE, call us on our home line first.  We get absolutely crap for cell reception at home.  We have no idea what it is about a 3 story brick building that makes it impenetrable to the cell waves that AT&T sends out, but we can sometimes go 24 hours between when someone sends us a text and when we get it.  Often we get random voice mail that just appears on our phones without a corresponding call.

We have a land line for a reason and this is it.  Please call it first when you are looking for us.  If we do not answer, then call our cell lines.  If we do not answer at our cell numbers then it is a good chance that we’re unavailable because we’re 1) in church, 2) in a concert, 3) in a movie, or 4) sleeping.  Leave a voice mail and we promise that we will call you back in a timely manner.  Multiple messages on each line are not necessary.

Thank you,

The Management

An open letter to Symphony Patrons

Last night I was lucky enough to attend one of the final open rehearsals of Berlioz’s  Roméo et Juliette conducted by Maestro Charles Dutoit.  In all the years I have lived here I have never been to a BSO open rehearsal.  Now I know why.

My gripes, listed below, have absolutely nothing to do with the performers.  Indeed, I was quite taken with the tenor, Jean-Paul Fouchécourt.  His performance was outstanding and clearly the best of the three vocal soloists.  Watching Dutoit work was lovely and, in all likelihood, far more fun from the perspective of a working professional performer than seeing him in concert, though I will have to wait to report back to you about that on another day.

However, what made the night almost unbearable were the patrons.  Here, in no particular order, are the problems that made me and my friend want to throttle the other people in the audience.

1) Dress.  You’re going to the symphony, gentlemen, even if it is “only” a rehearsal.  If you’re wearing Tiva’s, NAOT, or anything else that shows your toenails (which clearly haven’t been cut since the Nixon administration) you’re doing it wrong.  Also, to the man with the feces stain on the outside of the seat of his pants?  No, just no.  The rest of our outfit was fine, how did you miss that?  How did the woman you were with miss it?

2) CELL PHONES.  Wow, where do I begin here.  The BSO has for years projected that helpful slide up on the walls that reminds everyone, that means YOU, to please turn off your cell phones before the performance.  This INCLUDES open rehearsals.  When your cell phone rings during the pre-concert lecture the polite thing to do is to immediately TURN IT OFF.  Letting it ring because you are too embarrassed to reach into your pocket makes you a bigger jerk.  We all know it is you, lady in the white jacket.  Furthermore, if it happens a second time then you are just a consummate entitled ass, or you’re too deaf to have a cell phone that isn’t permanently set to vibrate.

Also, a note to the person in the 3rd row, stage right, orchestra section.  When the first violin section is pointing at you it’s time to TURN OFF YOUR RINGER.

3) Entitlement and Deafness.  We all know that the Classical Music crowd is about 80 – 90% blue hairs.  This is pretty much a fact of life.  What is NOT, however, is that they act like entitled pissy socialites wherever they go.  To the two 70+ year old ladies who came in during the pre-concert lecture and proceeded to have a very loud argument about where to sit, FAIL.  There were seats literally everywhere.  There were seats on the aisle.  There were handicapped seats.  You had your pick of seats that didn’t require climbing steps or moving very far.  This was not rocket science.  But, when you are talking AT each other so loudly that the entire orchestra section is shushing you because we can’t hear the lecturer, who was very interesting and engaging, you’re doing it wrong.  It makes me wonder, when you’re that deaf, how much you’re going to actually hear of the experience, anyway.  I mean, go ahead, enjoy yourself, but SHUT UP when other people are trying to listen.

4) Seats.  Anyone who has ever been to Symphony Hall, even once, knows about the seats.  The building is old (opened in 1900) and the seats are practically antiques.  Unlike other concert halls, the seats are not spring loaded.  There is a nice benefit to this, no squeaking when you sit down, no pressure from underneath when you sit, and no snapping shut when you stand up.  However, there is one major downside.  You have to actually set your seat down or it will fall down with a BANG.  When the hall is largely empty, like it was for the lecture, this sounds roughly like a cannon blast.  When the hall is full, like it was for the rehearsal, it sounds like a gun shot.

Now, imagine being on stage and trying to rehearse and hearing that over and over and over again.  By the end of the rehearsal my friend and I were about to start throttling people, and we were  in the audience.  I literally hadn’t been to Symphony hall in years.  She hadn’t been there in a while either, yet neither of us had a problem remembering to set out seats down quietly.  Most of the people around us were clearly regulars.  How hard is it to take an extra second and put your seat down quietly?  I’m surprised nobody got skewered with a baton or a bow for knocking seats down, dropping off their coats, and then swaning about and chitchatting while Maestro Dutoit was on stage getting the orchestra to tune.  Really??

5) The Audience as Furniture.  The BSO has a lot of reasons for holding these open rehearsals.  Off the top of my head here are a few:  It’s good for audience building, the bar for entry is low ($17.00 for a ticket, not bad), it’s a great way to test drive a new piece that you might otherwise not want to pay full price for, it raises money for the BSO, and most importantly, the orchestra needs it.

That’s right, as a performer it is a completely different experience to play or sing in a space that is empty than it is to play or sing in one that is full of bodies.  The acoustics, even in an “acoustically perfect” venue such as symphony hall, are different when the hall is full of warm bodies.  That is just a truth of performing, it sounds different, the reverb is different.  It IS different.  So, guess what folks?  We are there as furniture.  We’re listening furniture, and for our pains, we get a cool pre-concert lecture wherein we get to learn about the piece, but our job is to sit there, SHUT UP, and listen.  We’re there to help the orchestra so they have some practice with that piece in the space when it is full of people.  This is especially helpful when you are dealing with a piece that is not in the standard repertoire, such as Berlioz’s  Roméo et Juliette.

In summary, turn off your damn phones, shut up (you never know when he’s going to stop the rehearsal and you’ll get caught talking down there in the front row), dress appropriately, check your batteries in your hearing aids, and if you’re going to be a total tool, STAY HOME.

~Kelly

Some Alabama Photos

Our friends in Limestone County have provided us with a Flickr feed that includes some maps and photos of the storm devastation in their area.  There are some before and after pictures, ground scarring, uprooted trees, etc.  Essentially you’ll get to see up close what happens when a huge F5 comes through.   Make sure you read the captions.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/22006172@N08/sets/72157626485034463/with/5669959671/

The people who provided this are OK.  Their home was spared and all of their possessions and their animals are OK.  Some of their neighbors were not so lucky.

~Kelly

Storm update for North Alabama area

I talked with both my sister Maddie and her husband Mark in the last couple of days and they filled me in on a lot of things.  They have no power, and most of North Alabama has no power.  Their phones are working, and most of the time I have been able to get through to them.  There are problems with landline phone lines in a lot of places, though.  Most cell towers are no longer working due to the power loss.  Internet connections seem to still be up, at least depending on who the ISP is and how long they can run their generators.  One of the tornadoes (probably this one  – http://forecast.weather.gov/product.php?site=HUN&issuedby=HUN&product=PNS&format=CI&version=8&glossary=1) knocked down the main transmission lines from the Browns Ferry Nuclear Plant, which knocked out power for a LOT of people.  There are now something like a million people in central and northern Alabama with no power, and power will likely not be restored for much of them for 5 to 7 more days, although parts of Huntsville should have power restored by Monday.   The church near their house in Madison has lost its steeple, and there is a lot of visible damage in their area.  There is now a dusk-to-dawn curfew for all of Madison and Limestone Counties, and for other areas of Alabama as well.  Several thousand National Guard have been called up, since many small towns are overwhelmed and there are already problems with looting.  There has already been at least one incident in Huntsville of someone shooting and killing a looter who broke into a gas station.  Most people are unable to get gas for their cars or generators because so many gas stations have no power to work the pumps.  Most schools are closed until at least Monday, and some may be closed longer.  UAH is closed.  All non-essential personnel from Redstone Arsenal have been told to stay home.   Most businesses are closed, although some (like Publix) are open with reduced hours as they manage to keep their generator running.

This site shows you before and after of some of the damage, as seen from the air. http://blog.al.com/spotnews/2011/04/alabama_tornadoes_close-up_sat.html

The total casualties for this are still unknown, but the official count for the state is now up to 254 dead (remember, that is just Alabama) and the number of injured is almost certainly into the thousands, as I have seen reports of hospitals in the Tuscaloosa area alone taking in 900-1,000 injured.

So yes, although it is quite a mess and I have not spoken with all of the people we know, at least immediate family and friends are ok.

Reports from Alabama

Just posting quickly to let everyone know that we’ve heard from just about everyone and so far the news is good.  Minor damage to homes, people without power, but everyone is alive and has a roof over their heads.  People who were without water have it more or less back.

Our friends who were close to the F4 wedge in Limestone county were REALLY close.  It is only because of a miracle that they still have a home.  There is storm damage, visible tornado tracks, dead animals, and wiped out subdivisions within 6 blocks and less of their home.

Thank you, everyone, for your thoughts and prayers.

~Kelly

Alabama devastation

Hi folks,

I just wanted to take a moment to thank those of you who have called, commented, emailed, etc.  Geoff and I really appreciate it.  So far all family members are safe and accounted for.  For that we are truly blessed.

We can’t say the same for our friends.  Many of them don’t have land lines and cell towers and power lines are literally gone.  Some of them live in the hardest hit areas of AL.  We’ll let you know when we know what’s going on.  We’re keeping calm and making calls and hoping that they, too, have been spared, but we just don’t know yet.  Please keep them and everyone who is suffering in your thoughts and prayers.

Thanks.

~Kelly

Dyngus Day

I was talking online last night to my friend, Ray.  I was telling him about how yesterday, known more or less globally as Easter Monday is known is my circles as National Church Musician Recovery Day.  I also guessed that it is probably known among clergy as National Clergy Recovery Day (though they may need a week).  Anyway, he told me that not too far away from where he lives, Easter Monday is known as Dyngus Day.

I had never heard of this holiday, but he informed me that it involved squirt guns and pussy willow branches.  Wow, OK.  I decided I had to go look it up.  Here is what I found.  (From DyngusDay.com)

Did you know that the legend of Dyngus Day goes back to the year 966? Where is the largest Dyngus Day celebration in the world? What is the deal with pussywillows? Why sprinkle water? Who founded the modern Dyngus Day celebration in Buffalo? How do you say “cheers” in Polish? Can you really find your TRUE love on Dyngus Day? Become a Dyngus Day Buffalo expert before headed out to celebrate!  

Wow.  There’s more where that came from.  If you’d like to read all about it click here.  It helps if you can read Polish though, the site has a bit of it sprinkled in here and there.  I find it funny that I’d never heard a word about this before yesterday.  I used to live on the edge of the largest Polish neighborhood in Boston.  It was called the Polish Triangle and it was the kind of place where when you walked into a neighborhood store which, naturally, flew the Polish flag and carried home made pierogies in the freezer, they greeted you in Polish before they greeted you in English.  I had almost figured out how to say, “I don’t speak Polish” in Polish before they realized I was a Welsh/Irish transplant and started greeting me in English when I came in for a gallon of milk.

So, um, a belated Happy National Church Musician Recovery Day, National Clergy Recovery Day/Week, Easter Monday, and Dyngus Day!

~Kelly

The Royal Wedding

All sorts of stuff has been popping up about the Royal Wedding.  This has included the Guy’s Guide to the Royal Wedding on the Today Show.  Geoff was totally unimpressed when I told him about it and wondered if such a guide would tell him why he should actually care about the Royal Wedding.

Anyway, I find I don’t particularly care about the whole thing too much.  I am mildly interested in what the bride is wearing if only because I’m also getting married this year.  If she’s following in her late MIL’s footsteps, it will be high fashion, woefully out of date, and laughably tacky in 10 years.  I will also, in all likelihood, be totally horrified at how much it costs.  I am rather proud of the fact that my dress cost $250.

I find the insane memorabilia craze surrounding the wedding absolutely hysterical.  Some of the stuff that has popped up on Etsy and Regretsy is absolutely wild.  I think my favorite piece of ridiculous memorabilia so far is this.  Can you imagine waking up every morning and wandering into your kitchen to see that?  Of course, you could sit in your kitchen and sip your morning coffee out of this as you wake up.  Unless of course you like your memorabilia accurate and all…

Of course, I was browsing Boston.com tonight and I came across the following headline: BrewDog releases beer with Viagra.  Naturally, morbid curiosity caused me to click.  And, yes, folks, this would be THE weirdest Royal Wedding related thing I’ve run across so far.  To wit, a quote from the article:

“With this beer we want to take the wheels off the royal wedding bandwagon being jumped on by dozens of breweries,” BrewDog says on its website. “The Royal Virility Performance is the perfect antidote to all the hype.”

Antidote to the hype? Hmm.

Alas, don’t go looking for this one at your local liquor store. It won’t likely make its way to our shores. BrewDog is selling Royal Virility Performance only in the United Kingdom and only via its website, BrewDog.com.

Um, wow.  When you put it that way I think that’s about all there is to say.  Needless to say, I’ll be asleep at 4:00am on Friday.

~Kelly 

ETA: I stand corrected.  It can get weirder.

They’re baaack…

You know, it happens every year.  And every year I forget about it until they arrive.  And then I swear like a sailor Geoff and want to hide in my house till it’s over.  I hate them, I really do.  You’d think that having lived here for the better part of 2 decades I would be used to this by now.

I’m not.

It’s the annual invasion of the Smug Twig People.  Lord save us all.

The best part?  This time, Marathon Monday, properly known as Patriot’s Day, coincides not only with Holy Week, but also with Passover Week.  Somewhere in Heaven God is laughing really, really hard.  Or, God’ s a Yankee’s fan.  Whatever.  I’m going to check the Muslim and Buddhist calendars and see if they’ve got any major holidays this week because if they do, then I know something cosmic is going on and the joke is on us.

Anyway, if you haven’t experienced Marathon Weekend in Boston, don’t.  It isn’t worth it.  The city is invaded, quite literally, by people from all over the globe.  These people are of two types: there are the Smug Twig People (STPs), the “runners,” and then there are the STP Entourage People.

The STPs are bad enough.  They walk around the city in their Boston Sports Association track suits and t-shirts.  It doesn’t matter that it is, oh, 39 degrees fahrenheit as I write this.  They will wear any piece of clothing they can find that will identify them as a Boston Marathoner.  The older, the better.  Mind you, by and large these are not the professional runners.  These are not the people who might qualify for, say, the Olympics by running this race.  Oh, no.  These are people who run marathons and put 26.2 stickers on their SUVs to prove that they can do it.  Running for them is some kind of drug.  These folks are, for the most part, painfully thin.  They don’t have muscle mass like the healthy, winning runners do.  They pride themselves on being bony and sinewy.  They walk down the street and ride the train with a palpable hauteur that makes you want to get as far away from them as possible.  These are people who will finish with more or less respectable times, but these are also people who think that a slice of peach and 32oz. of water is appropriate for breakfast.  This is an eating disorder disguised as running.

The STPs bring their own Entourages with them.  The people who come with them are usually adoring family members and friends.  These people are of all shapes and sizes but they are absolutely Better Than You because they are a Friend Of A Runner.  Most of these people are from TheMiddleofNowhere, TX or You’veNeverHeardofIt, Europe.  They have no idea how to ride public transportation, no idea how to cross a street in a major city, and God forbid they ride an escalator properly.  They literally tie up traffic for blocks and they are completely fine with this.  Nearly getting killed by a Boston driver is practically a badge of honor or, probably, something to check off in their bright green “Stuff to Do on Marathon Weekend” guidebook.

The best, and by that I mean worst, is getting stuck on the T with the STPs and their Entourages after the race is over.  On Monday the race literally goes all day.  People cross the finish line officially till sometime around 8:00pm when they stop handing out medals and unofficially till about midnight or so when the 11:00pm news wraps up interviewing the last people gasping across the line and collapsing in front of the Public Library.  If you are unlucky enough to be stuck on, say, the Green Line with a pack of sweaty just finished STPs, woe betide you.  You might as well get off the train and walk.

First of all, they will get on the train with their Entourage and stand immediately inside by the door thereby blocking the entrance for everyone else.  Anyone who has ever ridden public transportation knows that this is the mark of 1) a jerk 2) a provincial idiot 3) an entitled blowhard 4) someone who needs a kick in the head.  Next, they are covered in sweat.  The Marathon folks provide the STPs with a silver “Astronaut blanket” to keep them from cooling off too quickly, so the STPs wrap themselves in it and, medal hanging rakishly, lean against whatever pole is closest to the door and try to look beatific.  Meanwhile their Entourage are usually on their cell phones, also standing in the door of the train, talking to anyone who will listen about how fantastic the STP was in the race.  As if they could actually SEE said person in the huge pack of other STPs.

The best part is when the Entourage decides that the saintly STP deserves a seat.  Woe betide you if you are occupying a seat and the Entourage decides that the STP deserves it.  They will do everything up to and including outright demanding that you get up and give it to the STP because, you know, they’ve just taken a bus out to Hopkinton and run back.  Because, you know, that’s the mark of a totally sane person.  Sorry, folks, but if I have a seat I’m not giving it up to some person who just punished him or herself by doing something that can actually be bad for your heart.  And giving me the, “you’re fat so get up” lecture won’t win you any points either.  Contrary to what you may think, Boston does not close down just because a bunch of runners show up and slog their way up Heartbreak Hill once a year.  The rest of us still have jobs, still have errands to run, and with the occasional exception, most of us don’t care at all who wins or doesn’t.

Is it Tuesday yet?

~Kelly