RHETORICAL QUESTION. But as a loyal reader, you totally want to know all about my picks from the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra’s upcoming season, right? Especially since I, personally, found that you have to wade through an unexciting beginning. Don’t be put off – there’s a gold streak running all the way from January to June!
So those are my picks. Check out the concert calendar – anything striking your fancy?
She does NOT Rach around the clock.
I am shocked! Shocked, I tell you!
And by “shocked” I of course mean “not remotely surprised.” How about you? Are you beyond flabbergasted that, in this late-round fight, Tchaikovsky took down Copland? Although in fairness, I do want to point out that I never expected Copland to advance past his first-round competition against Dvorak, so a round of applause for a solid competitor, who still loses so that’s the last we’ll be thinking about him.
Now let’s finish up round three with a match that should be similarly fraught with suspense. But first I just wanted to point out that when criminals in this world appear and break the laws that they should fear and frighten all who see or hear the cry goes up both far and near for

EEEEEEEEEEEDVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD GRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEG
(As a side note, he choreographed Saint-Saens a whole new danse; he’s also in a corner.)

And in this corner, he proved Mahler to be no titan! It’s
JOOOOOOHAAAAAAAAANNEEEEEEEEEEEEEES BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHMS
Battle… FIGHT!
P.S. When Polly’s in trouble I am not slow. It’s hip, hip, hip and away I go!
Because whoever heard of a man named Camille?
Everyone knows about my extreme loyalty to Disney, but I gotta say, Warner Brothers sure has done classical music proud. Ya got your golden magic slingshot, your three little pigs, and now a, shall we say, singular production of Saint-Saens’ Carnival of the Animals. Which, if you didn’t know, he was rather ashamed of. I wonder if this is why?
Does anyone have a video clip of that scene from “How I Met Your Mother” where Ted brings in a string quartet of completely blue instruments? I wanted to post that yesterday, but I couldn’t find it and then I said “Hell, it’s a holiday” and wandered off to watch more episodes of “How I Met Your Mother.” I have resisted its siren call for all its years on network television, but it popped up on Netflix and now I’m hooked. Curse you, instant queue! (I love you, instant queue.)
If you can believe it, it is time to discuss a matter even more dire. Kids, let’s talk about how hard it’s getting to pair composers for a cagematch in round 2. To whit: it is getting REALLY HARD.
This is one of the last pairings that make some semblance of sense to me. Enjoy it, because it won’t last.
What of last match, you say? Well, despite strong backing from @CMcGo, Saint-Saens came up just short of catching Grieg. Which is unexpected, to say the least. Was it the French thing? McGo says it was the French thing.
And now, in this corner, not even Kenneth Woods could save Schumann from his wrath! It’s

JOHAAAAAAAAANNEEEEEEEEEES BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHMS
And in this corner, he sent Wagner packing for Valhalla! It’s

GUUUUUUUUUUSTAAAAAAAAAAAV MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHLEEEEEEEER*
Begin!
* Ben Meyers? Anyone? Anyone? We already established that Brahms = Jesse Spencer.
Have you been paying attention? If you have, you know that I’m leaving for WALT DISNEY WORLD!!!!! tomorrow (the answer to your question is: this is my eleventh time). Two things can of course be taken for granted — I will a) be tweeting about my musical findings all throughout the trip (so follow me now!) and b) I’ll tell you all about it when I get back, which in this case will be on Tuesday, January 10.
But never you fear — I’m leaving you with a babysitter. Two, actually, because with the holidays out of the way [sad face goes here] we can return to our Composer Cagematches!
(Perhaps you are thinking, Jenn, whatever happened to the most recent match? To which I say: shhhhh. We don’t want to make Shostakovich feel worse than he already does and Bartok’s head is big enough. Okay? Okay.)
And so in this corner, he ain’t afraid of no Soviet Republic! It’s

CAAAAAAAMIIIIIIIIILLE SAAAAAAAAINT-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEENS
And in this corner, he’s so literal about Herzwunden! It’s

EEEEEEEEEEEDVAAAAAAAAAARD GRIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEG
So who would you like to see die — Ase or a swan?
But first! A personal plea.
The nonprofit arm of my ballet studio, Performing Arts Repertory Company, is in a DC-area fundraising competition. For November 9 only, Give To The Max will track how much money is donated to PARC, as well as how many individuals donate. Depending on our ranking in both categories, we could win additional funds, which would go toward dance scholarships, workshops, and education and outreach programs, among other things. A noble cause — so you want to help, right? Donate now, before you forget — it’s tax-deductible!
I give you this concert recap in thanks for your donation. If you didn’t donate, I hope you feel really guilty right now.
Updated to add: Got this from Benevolent Dictator Jamie:
Emerson String Quartet
Baird Auditorium
Natural History Museum
November 19 at 6 PMThis concert offers an exclusive opportunity to hear the quartet
perform in an intimate setting with excellent acoustics.Metro Stop: Federal Triangle
Walk south on 12th Street, and cross Constitution Avenue to the Natural History
Museum on the left. (NOT on the National Mall side.)Ticket prices for students: $10*
Rush tickets are available for purchase starting at
5:30 p.m. on November 19th at the door.
*Valid student ID required when purchasing and redeeming tickets. Two tickets per student ID, per concert. No refunds or exchanges available. Subject to availability.
Last year I posted a spooky playlist for your Halloween pleasure, suitable for trick-or-treating, costume parties, and general pursuits of fright. It went over pretty well, so here it is again — only BETTER, because it’s augmented with additional suggestions. Let me know if you have any to add yourself!
Let’s just say Saint-Saens beasted my boy Khachaturian and leave it at that, shall we?
And that does it. Sixteen rounds we’ve had. Sixteen winners. I bet they’re feeling pretty proud of themselves. I bit they’re throwing confetti made of bits of discarded sheet music and tossing back the Verdi.
Well, they’d best watch out. IT’S TIME FOR ROUND 2.
And so in this corner, he cracked open the egg containing Prokofiev’s soul!* It’s

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIGOOOOOOOOOR STRAAAAAAAVIIIIIIIIIIINSKYYYYYYYYYY
And in this corner, he goosed Ravel! It’s

CLAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUDE DEEEEEEEBUUUUUUUUUSSYYYYYYYY
Which do you choose — the innovator or the innovator? Le Sacre du Printemps or Le Mer? The French guy or the guy who liked to hang out in France?
* What do you mean, you don’t get it? Fine. Here.
It happened again!
Shostakovich was winning. So much was he winning, a Twitter follower who will remain nameless (nohewon’tERIC) declared it to be a fruitless battle and almost didn’t vote for Bartok. Who ended up winning by one point. Hmmm….
Anyway. I’m sensing some voter fatigue out there. Don’t worry, guys, this is your last match in the first round; next time it’ll be winner against winner! In the meantime, allow me to present to you: A Match You Won’t Like. They do not match at all. They are two composers I wanted wanted to feature, and I couldn’t think of a workable match for my love Schubert. Besides, we really need some cultural diversity up in here — do you have any idea how many Russians and Germans are advancing to round two? So suck it up, because in this corner, shhhh! Don’t mention the carnival! It’s
CAAAAAAAAAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLE SAAAAAAAAINT-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAENS*

And in this corner, shhh — don’t mention the circus! It’s

AAAAAAARAAAAAAAAAM KHAAAAAAACHATUUUUUUUURIAAAAAAAAN**
I know. I know. They don’t match. Shut up. I like them, and they are from somewhere that isn’t Russia OR Germany. And they wrote some really good music, okay? Have you ever listened to Gayane? How about the Organ Symphony? Just shut up and vote so we can take this baby to round two, would you?
* Ha… girl’s name.
** Kal Penn in forty years? Anyone? No? Just me?