..non al bar.
Set 9th, 2008 by arca
Caro Yuri,
oggi mi tocca scopiazzare esplicitamente. Credevo che Marcenaro avesse raggiunto livelli ragguardevoli con questo qui.
In realtà oggi si è superato:
L’8 settembre succede dunque questo. Che il segretario del Partito democratico ed ex sindaco di Roma, Walter Veltroni, si dimette dal comitato per il museo della Shoah in segno di protesta contro le affermazioni del sindaco Alemanno sul fascismo. Che Arturo Parisi, sentendosi tale e quale a Trotzkij, teme fortemente l’arrivo di una picconata da parte dei veltroniani. Che Bossi promette di cacciare la Gelmini, e lei gli risponde che lui è in confusione mentale. Che la signora Maria Angela Carissimi confida al Corriere come, da Montecchio, vada dal dentista in Ungheria. Che il ministro italiano Tremonti respinge l’accusa di stare dalla parte della Russia. Che il centrosinistra ombra continua a insistere su quanto meglio fosse vendere Alitalia alla Francia. Che il presidente del Consiglio italiano si affida alla Madonna di Bonaria perché si sente soprattutto sardo. Mentre quello della Repubblica insiste a lanciare appelli nel nome del patriottismo. Ecco. Mentre tutto questo sta succedendo, pare di ricordare che la parola d’ordine dell’8 settembre fosse “tutti a casa”. A casa, non al bar.
di Andrea Marcenaro.
E’ stato riaperto il fantamercato, andiamo avanti col progetto Brescello? Quest’estate sono andato a sentire Enrico Beruschi (lo ricordi?) che leggeva Guareschi. Pazzesco.
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I have been so bewidlered in the past but now it all makes sense!
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inutile girarci intorno, NYC e soprattutto le Twin Towers. Siamo a luglio del 2000, e allora ti ricordi quella foto, sotto le Towers, nel bel mezzo del World
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NOVEMBER 19TH!!!The Tower Group’s MONTHLY SOBRIETY DANCE!! 7pm till ??Food and DJ Entertainment!! It’s going to be a great night and we look forward to seeing you there!! God Bless!
Once upon a time, I turned pages for Jamie when he performed the Kreutzer Sonata at a studio class. This was before I played it myself, so I was unfamiliar with the theme & variations movement. There’s one particular variation which is 2 straight pages of 16th notes, and 2 repeats. I made the mistake of glancing away from the page for a second, and discovered to my horror when I looked back that I couldn’t remember a) where we were, and b) whether we had done the repeats. I ended up half-standing & hovering for what seemed like an eternity, with Jamie kindly giving me subtle no shakes and finally a clear yes nod.Then there was the time that I turned for a friend playing in a vocal recital @ Scotiafest. He asked me at the last minute as a favour, so I accepted, forgetting that I was battling the remnants of a nasty cough. There’s nothing like being on stage and NOT BEING ALLOWED TO COUGH that will make you want to cough up a lung. I managed to get through the entire thing without once coughing during a piece, but then had a friend in the audience comment on the odd expression on my face at various times.
Once I received a call offering me a decent sum to turn for a pianist for a chamber music concert. I was pleased to finally get paid for something I’d been doing pro bono for years. I got there early and met with the pianist. He seemed high-strung but some people are before a concert. I clarified repeat issues with him and he assured me he was a clear nodder.The concert began and I soon saw why he was so high-strung; his mediocre technique and limited musicality made him a bad choice to play the well-known Beethoven and Brahms trios he was tackling (almost literally, football player style). We got towards the end of the first page and he did not nod. I figured, Maybe he likes memorize the beginning of the next page and have late turns. Nope as we reached the last two beats he abruptly turned his heard toward me and, in a low, gruff voice barked, Turn! This disagreeable ritual was repeated for most of the performance. I thought it might have been less disruptive for him and the audience to nod as he said. No such luck. I made it through and didn’t mess it up, but he really unnerved me and I dare say I was very deserving of my pay that evening.