A little bombast for the first mystery clip in some time: the final section of Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture. Your mission: identify the conductor. One helpful clue: there’s something, well, a little different about the coda.
I’ve been saying it for years: do the denizens of Washington, DC realize what a joke they have become outside of their enclave? Go read Michael Winship’s edifying takedown of both press and politicians in the nation’s capitol.
The choir was a mere 120 singers. The boychoir a minuscule 40. And Carnegie Hall’s electric abomination of an “organ” should be put out of its misery (three simple words on this matter for Carnegie Hall’s management and donors: Marshall and Ogletree). But what a Mahler Eighth. Pierre Boulez…