Archive for the ‘Musings’ Category

Chop(in)sticks

Posted by Susan Tomes on 5 September 2011 under Daily Life, Musings  •  2 Comments

At the weekend, several newspapers carried photos of thieves in China using chopsticks to pick people’s pockets as they browsed market stalls. The chopsticks are used essentially to make the thief’s fingers much longer and thinner – a sort of variant on the Edward Scissorhands look. It also means that the pickpockets don’t have to stand [...]

Instrumental music in Italy

Posted by Susan Tomes on 1 September 2011 under Concerts, Musings, Travel  •  2 Comments

I’ve been in Italy for a few days. One evening I went to a concert in the courtyard of a lovely historic building in Bologna. The Italians are so lucky to have so many of these theatrical spaces and the climate which makes it possible to sit there, in the balmy air, late into the [...]

Distractions

Posted by Susan Tomes on 27 August 2011 under Concerts, Musings  •  3 Comments

A friend was telling me about a piano recital he attended last year in the Wigmore Hall. During a Beethoven sonata, members of the audience were distracted by a low buzzing noise emanating from somewhere in the room, and judging by the pianist’s increasingly cross glances in the direction of the stalls, he was conscious of it too. [...]

Not polite to listen

Posted by Susan Tomes on 23 August 2011 under Daily Life, Musings  •  2 Comments

I practise the piano in a room at the front of the house. People walk past in the street all the time, and I’ve always been amazed at how few of them turn their heads in the direction of the sound, or appear to notice it at all.
I mentioned this recently to a concert pianist [...]

Warts-and-all recordings

Posted by Susan Tomes on 18 August 2011 under Concerts, Musings  •  5 Comments

A thoughtful letter today from a reader about recordings. He’s noticed that musicians often say they dislike the manicured, edited-to-within-an-inch-of-their-lives recordings of today, and prefer the more ‘natural’, warts-and-all approach of the earlier twentieth century, when it wasn’t possible to correct or ‘improve’ things afterwards. Record collectors, too, often cherish these less self-conscious recordings. My [...]