Rachmaninoff
One other thing--
The other day, Tim and I were listening to Rachmaninoff's 3rd on my Bose Waveradio. Tim was ironing, but we don't have an ironing board, so he's got a towel draped over his drawers and is ironing on top of that. For those of you that don't know, Tim is a very serious classical musician and conductor... his senior year, he performed 3 Sonatas with the best concert pianist in Africa, and has just been made principal flutist of the LSE Orchestra after "a rubbish audition," in his own words. Anyway, we're listening to this breathtaking section where the mood shifts utterly and suddenly, and I make the comment that it is "virtuosic composing." Tim really likes this, and as the music swells again he is overwhelmed and whirls around, "CAN YOU IMAGINE CONDUCTING THIS!" he bellows, and he sweeps around the room, waving his arms like a madman, navigating the concerto safely through its emotional apex...
...until he whirls around again, and seeks smoke whirling from the iron, which he has left face-down on the towel in his fit of conducting,
"AH!" he shrieks
"HA!" I laugh
The towel, now, has a permanent brown burnspot, marking the point in time where Tim's musical passion overwhelmed his respect for fire safety.
The other day, Tim and I were listening to Rachmaninoff's 3rd on my Bose Waveradio. Tim was ironing, but we don't have an ironing board, so he's got a towel draped over his drawers and is ironing on top of that. For those of you that don't know, Tim is a very serious classical musician and conductor... his senior year, he performed 3 Sonatas with the best concert pianist in Africa, and has just been made principal flutist of the LSE Orchestra after "a rubbish audition," in his own words. Anyway, we're listening to this breathtaking section where the mood shifts utterly and suddenly, and I make the comment that it is "virtuosic composing." Tim really likes this, and as the music swells again he is overwhelmed and whirls around, "CAN YOU IMAGINE CONDUCTING THIS!" he bellows, and he sweeps around the room, waving his arms like a madman, navigating the concerto safely through its emotional apex...
...until he whirls around again, and seeks smoke whirling from the iron, which he has left face-down on the towel in his fit of conducting,
"AH!" he shrieks
"HA!" I laugh
The towel, now, has a permanent brown burnspot, marking the point in time where Tim's musical passion overwhelmed his respect for fire safety.
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