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Ciro and I went to see Mahler's second, which I hadn't heard before. It is very rarely performed, because it calls for a huge symphony orchestra, a horn section offstage in another room, two harps, a large mixed chorus, an organ, and two opera singers. Ciro says that Debussy walked out during the second movement because he felt it was reactionary and sounded like loud Schubert.
Which is missing out, because movements 3-5 are the best part.
It is getting colder. To some, this might signal an end of kaftan weather. Instead, this has prompted the innovation of kaftan plus legwarmers. Once again, technology provides a solution to the privations of the natural world.
I of course wore the kaftan to Mahler, and was more formally dressed than easily 3/4 of the audience. Oh Boston. Please be slightly more southern. It's not as though snow is on the ground.
On the subject of snow, Ciro has resolved to purchase a sleeping bag coat, those quilted down monstrosities that cover you head to ankle, so that you can go out in a tank top and have your own microclimate. But we can't find any for men - only for women. Men's coats all seem to end mid-thigh at lowest, perhaps out of a terror that a man might be mistaken for wearing a dress, Lord Jesus, end of the world. Or because those awkward puffy snow overalls are manly and sexy in a way that is completely made up. Probably he will have to get an extra large women's something-or-other, which at least introduces the barest possibility of a color other than black or drab.
Which is missing out, because movements 3-5 are the best part.
It is getting colder. To some, this might signal an end of kaftan weather. Instead, this has prompted the innovation of kaftan plus legwarmers. Once again, technology provides a solution to the privations of the natural world.
I of course wore the kaftan to Mahler, and was more formally dressed than easily 3/4 of the audience. Oh Boston. Please be slightly more southern. It's not as though snow is on the ground.
On the subject of snow, Ciro has resolved to purchase a sleeping bag coat, those quilted down monstrosities that cover you head to ankle, so that you can go out in a tank top and have your own microclimate. But we can't find any for men - only for women. Men's coats all seem to end mid-thigh at lowest, perhaps out of a terror that a man might be mistaken for wearing a dress, Lord Jesus, end of the world. Or because those awkward puffy snow overalls are manly and sexy in a way that is completely made up. Probably he will have to get an extra large women's something-or-other, which at least introduces the barest possibility of a color other than black or drab.
