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Kind of cool—and very well done, although the first thing I loaded in was "argh," which Kate could not pronounce.
Even if you read my news article, about Joyce Hatto's recordings, David Hurwitz' Classics Today editorial will supply new information.
Hurwitz also makes an important point: "We also should not forget that somewhere in this mess there is, apparently, the very human story of a career cut short, a struggle with a terminal illness, and a loving husband who lost his wife--unless that turns out to be nonsense as well."
Pay attention, class. This little rope-climbing device looks pretty slick. As the article says, the real trick isn't ascending the rope, but ascending the rope without damaging it. The rule of thumb we used when I did technical caving was to retire any rope we had "shocked" with an impact or weight-bearing kink.
And safety better be on your mind when you're ascending 30 stories in 30 seconds.
For Nick Mason, it's driving; for Roger Waters, it's being driven.
Follow the link to the Turbo footage of Mason's car collection. Ah, if only I'd stuck to the drums and founded a mega-platinum-selling rock band . . ..
Today Kurt Cobain would have been 40. Seems like yesterday when we were seeing that searing image of his suicide: the photo taken in the room where he died, of his Converse All Stars, still on his feet, sticking out from behind a piece of furniture.
While it was probably inevitable, ever see Kurt and Courtney?, it was still a waste. What an act they were. "Breed" gets my vote as their best tune.
While we listen to music, the areas of your brain that enable our bodies to move are active, even if we're not. The brain, it seems, likes rhythm.
Carl Zimmer gives us the straight, er, poop on tapeworms.
Conductor Kenneth Woods has some thoughts about "honest" recordings. Follow the link to the University of Houston's listserv for a surprising revelation about another widespread classical hoax.
Ben Yagoda on meh, awwa, feh, heh, and all those other interjections. How could he leave out d'oh!?
How anyone was surprised that Britney Spears has shaved her head is beyond me. As Stereophile's assistant editor, the intrepid Stephen Mejias reminded me, she was brainwashed as a toddler thanks to that malevolent mindfuck known as The Mickey Mouse Club. Add to that she's a piece of unreconstructed white trash from Louisiana, who's now been coddled beyond all description and suddenly head shaving looks like the least of her worries.
But hey, not all young stars are cut of the same useless bimbo cloth. New Yorker Scarlett Johansson, who yes, could probably compel me to wear a dog collar…