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Robot Orchesta, ahoy!
Jun. 26th, 2007 10:40 amYesterday on the way in to work, there were three police cars which had a couple of vehicles pulled off onto the shoulder of the two-lane road leading past our neighborhood (and very nearly to Mississippi, after about 40 minutes). Standing beside the cars with the officers were an African American male, aged 30 (probably), a Caucasian male, aged 65 (again, probably), and sitting in a ditch, with their hands behind their backs, were two deranged rednecks of indescriminate age. I wish I'd taken a picture.
Last night, the music director for Guys & Dolls had a hissy fit over where dialogue was taking place in the Havana scene, although it didn't affect his job as music director whatsoever. He screamed that that wasn't what was in the score, and when it was mentioned that he hadn't actually attended the rehearsal where those decisions were made, he threw down his score and stormed off, shouting that Mrs. Cwabs could find another music director. This marks the second hissy fit he's thrown, and I might be inclined to be patient with him if his talent fell anywhere in line with his ego. A few years ago he'd rounded up a bunch of friends to play in a contemporary Christian band he called Prophecy, but which I called the Priesty Boys--and they were utter shite. I went to see them perform at his request, and as I didn't have the heart to tell my friend with the fragile ego that his music was an affront to God and all that is holy, I told him that the mix was bad, and made a point to never voluntarily listen to them again. I only listened to them involuntarily once after that, when they doubled as the orchestra for Joseph And The Amazing Techincolor Dreamcoat, a dinner theatre production featuring them as the in-meal entertainment. I was thoroughly impressed that people stayed for the play.
That's not to say he completely lacks talent--he's a very good rehearsal pianist, when he isn't going through hormonal changes or feeling persecuted or when he's having his ass kissed. His people skills and judgement, unfortunately, have deteriorated to the point where folks don't want to spend time with him.
Anyway, I think we're booking a robot to replace him--and perhaps all of the orchestra. As likely as they are to rise up and kill us all, they're less likely to do that than he is.
Last night, the music director for Guys & Dolls had a hissy fit over where dialogue was taking place in the Havana scene, although it didn't affect his job as music director whatsoever. He screamed that that wasn't what was in the score, and when it was mentioned that he hadn't actually attended the rehearsal where those decisions were made, he threw down his score and stormed off, shouting that Mrs. Cwabs could find another music director. This marks the second hissy fit he's thrown, and I might be inclined to be patient with him if his talent fell anywhere in line with his ego. A few years ago he'd rounded up a bunch of friends to play in a contemporary Christian band he called Prophecy, but which I called the Priesty Boys--and they were utter shite. I went to see them perform at his request, and as I didn't have the heart to tell my friend with the fragile ego that his music was an affront to God and all that is holy, I told him that the mix was bad, and made a point to never voluntarily listen to them again. I only listened to them involuntarily once after that, when they doubled as the orchestra for Joseph And The Amazing Techincolor Dreamcoat, a dinner theatre production featuring them as the in-meal entertainment. I was thoroughly impressed that people stayed for the play.
That's not to say he completely lacks talent--he's a very good rehearsal pianist, when he isn't going through hormonal changes or feeling persecuted or when he's having his ass kissed. His people skills and judgement, unfortunately, have deteriorated to the point where folks don't want to spend time with him.
Anyway, I think we're booking a robot to replace him--and perhaps all of the orchestra. As likely as they are to rise up and kill us all, they're less likely to do that than he is.
