Over at Digg, they wondered if this musical prank had ever been done before.
Not quite as classy, but my dad told of his uni days where one of the academics complained about a student eating a banana in his lecture. Next lecture he gave, a group of students turned up as a small brass band playing (you guessed it): Yes, We Have No Bananas.
That was at the University of Melbourne about 60 years ago.
On Sunday I sang the biggest solo gig of my life so far: Elijah in Mendelssohn’s wonderful oratorio of that name. It was at the Lake Kawana Community Centre on the Sunshine Coast. (The hall has an easy natural acoustic – a rare beast when most hall builders don’t bother with catering for unamplified performance.)
The organisers opened the huge folding windows open at the side of the hall during the rehearsal and left them open during the first half of the performance. While we were singing the beautiful quartet chorale Cast thy burden upon the Lord, a crow outside the hall decided to join in and could be very clearly heard through the open windows.
Luckily for us, the crow chose to sing in E♭, the key of Cast thy burden.
The newest instalment of Australian Idol has just started. Louise and the boys watch it and have a laugh at the no-hopers and jokers (and the judges too). I can’t bear to watch, mainly because of the no-hopers, but also because of the ‘good’ ones.
What I see and hear, apart from a very high proportion of mediocre singing ability, is an apalling lack of originality. I just see all these people trying to be someone else. Someone who sings with soul. Someone who sounds American. Anyone but themselves.
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