A Tale of Two Movies

Once every couple of years we present a movie on our Pops series. The film is shown on a big screen suspended above the stage while the orchestra performs the score. The Bugs Bunny show from a few years ago was very successful, and many patrons still talk about the Charlie Chaplin films.

This week’s Pops concerts featured The Wizard of Oz. The producer had gone back and taken all the music out of the movie, retaining just the dialogue and the singing. The movie was then shown in its entirely while the orchestra played the songs and incidental music.

It’s a great idea, but a little difficult in execution. The audio component that remained from the film was muddy in spots, making it difficult to catch all the dialogue. From time to time there were also slight synchronization issues between the orchestra and the film. On the positive side, it was great to see a classic movie projected on a big screen.

Speaking of big screens, we went to see 300 at the IMAX theatre tonight. Before the movie began, we were treated to a five minute preview of how great the IMAX experience is. Six-storey screen, one-tonne projector, 40 speakers, 10,000 watts of bone-jarring sound, etc.

Then…nothing. We sat in darkness for about 5 minutes before the house lights came up. “Please be patient, we’re experiencing technical difficulties.” Time passed, and the manager returned to say it would be another 10 minutes until the problem might be resolved.

We decided to call it a night and left with a refund and two free movie passes. Instead of watching the Spartans take on the Persians in an orgy of blood and decapitations, we ended up reading the Sunday New York Times at Starbucks, which when you think about it was probably a much better use of time.

Recent Pictures

B’s taken a few good pictures over the last few weeks, so I thought I’d share.

K doing his best Bob the Builder impersonation.

A was really happy with his new swimming goggles.

Trust me, this kind of brotherly love is not a regular occurrence.

Congratulations

I just wanted to extend congratulations to my 1,000th visitor. The grand prize is awarded to IP address 64.231.193.68 (bas7-toronto12-1088930116.dsl.bell.ca) who visited the site at 09:16:48 this morning.

Your mug, coupon, and gently-used copy of The Goonies will be sent to you as soon as I figure out who you are.

Countdown to 1,000 Visitors

As of this writing, there have been 989 visits to Dearlove Quartet. In the next 24 hours, some lucky reader will be the 1,000th visitor. That individual will receive the following:

• A Dearlove Quartet travel mug
• A McDonald’s coupon for “2 Can Dine for $7.99”
• A gently-used copy of The Goonies on VHS

So, be sure to visit often for your chance to win.

Perahia in Recital

I am fortunate to hear really talented artists perform nearly every week at the NAC. I am in awe of Pinchas’s ability on the violin and viola, I’ve heard amazing wind and brass soloists, and many great singers.

There is really nothing like hearing a great pianist in concert, though. The gap between their level of performance and my pitiful Functional Piano skills is just so immense it’s almost imponderable. In recital, the amount and range of sound they can get out of the instrument, the lightning-fast runs and delicate chords, almost appears supernatural.

Murray Perahia is one of the world’s best, which is quite a statement when you consider just how many great pianists there are these days. His program last night was pretty standard – Beethoven, Bach, Brahms, and Chopin. I loved the Bach – it was more Romantic than Baroque, yet there was great clarity of line. I could spend years just working on that one piece and I don’t think I’d ever be able to remember all the notes, let alone perform them in such a way that was musically satisfying.

Recitals also make me uncomfortable sometimes. There’s no safety net – it’s just the performer, alone on stage, completely vulnerable. It’s a bit like watching a tight-rope walker. You’re sure he’s good at what he does, but you’re also a little worried that one day, maybe even today, will be the day he misses a step and plunges to his doom. Perhaps that element of danger is what makes recitals so compelling.

Next up – we’re off to see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz…

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