Posted at 9:36 AM on May 31, 2006
by Rex Levang
Gas prices or no gas prices, it seems we're still getting in our cars and driving to the lake, to the weekend getaway, etc., etc, etc. With that in mind (and with apologies to the high-profile Twin Cities events that I'm skipping over), here are just a few classical music events coming up in the next few months, either in Minnesota or within driving distance.
Duluth is offering Puccini's Madama Butterfly in July, and there's also opera in Des Moines (Mozart, Stravinsky, and Verdi). On the U.P., opera makes up part, but only part, of the Pine Mountain Music Festival. Surfing the Net, I also noticed the flashily named Bach Dynamite and Dancing Society in Madison and environs -- if you're a devotee of the Twin Cities' big-name orchestras, you'll notice some usual suspects among the musicians.
To be continued. . . .
Posted at 9:47 PM on May 31, 2006
by John Birge
Filed under: The blog
Unlike Don Lee (see earlier post here), I've not yet seen the movie. So I can't comment on the score. But I do read James Lileks' blog "The Daily Bleat," and today he reports on listening to the soundtrack CD. Hilarious, as always:
"Listening to the “Da Vinci Code” soundtrack, which has its moments. It’s by Hans Zimmer, your go-to guy for ominous thrumming tortured-hero music. He uses the same rhythmic modules he used in the “Batman” soundtrack, and that’s a good thing, although if you can’t tell if the music is meant for the Son of God or a guilt-drenched billionaire in a rubber suit, you might want to fine tune your modalities . . . ah, there’s the religious element. Choirs. It sounds absolutely agonized, though; it’s like one long musical apology for the Shocking Truth the heroes are uncovering. Sorry about this, Jesus. At least it’s not Enigma. You remember Enigma: moody Euro soft-corn porn soundtracks with sampled Gregorian chants, punctuated by a breathy chanteuse asking questions of the Marquis De Sade. In French, naturellement. “Etes vous . . . diabolique?” Prolly so, yeah; if the coprophilia wasn’t a strong enough hint, let me tie you down and prick you with peacock quills dipped in the blood of infants. I think they got sixteen albums out of that idea."