The LPO, fresh from last week's Southbank triumph, headed for Baden-Baden for the opening leg of a short run of Glyndebourne's Tristan und Isolde. Dress rehearsal & three performances, several days apart: the band is supposed to fly there and back for each occasion (on performance day, via Frankfurt and a 2 1/2 hr coach journey). The other day the first show started late because the plane was held up. We hear that this was because of problems with a cat in the hold.
Sir Georg 'Ginger Stripes' Solti asks me to point out here that he was safely at home tearing up manuscripts in the study.
Blogging may be thin on the ground due to performances 3 & 4 to which I'm heading tomorrow. Taking camera along to find B-B 19th-century haunts of Clara Schumann, Brahms, Viardot, Turgenev et al.
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Dear Maestro Ginger Stripes,
You did a lovely job on the score of the Mahler 5th and don't try to pretend you weren't in Zurich ten years ago. I know you cats, slinking into the room, hiding and grinning as your adoring owners search the house for you.
P.S. Dear Maestro,
If I may say so, you shouldn't wear a collar: a branch or other some such object could get caught up in it with possibly fatal results.
Jessica: Your blog/s - musical news and opinion interlarded with biographical material on tomcat - remind me of the wonderful book The Life and Opinions of the Tomcat Murr by E T A Hoffmann, the writer who inspired composers from Offenbach to Hindemith. Has this similarity occurred to you? Is Hoffmann a model? Is Solti a reincarnation? I think we should know.
OK...There are two tomcats in my life. One is my husband, whose name happens to be Tom; the other is a large ginger creature with white whiskers and two left feet (and two right ones as well) who can be viewed on his own blog here. ETA Hoffmann is a vital influence (?!) in my life in other ways, but the feline connection is pure and furry coincidence.
Oops - apparently I've done something wrong with the link to Solti's blog. Try this link instead.
Re the reincarnation issues, the ginger maestro, who is also very proud of the white bits on his tummy, throat and paws, asks me to explain that he doesn't really remember his past lives, but he does love female singers, both feline and human varieties. And if you pick him up, you may find he gives you a white fur coat.
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