A Musical Misanthrope Christmas Carol Part 1. Current Mood: Bah Humbug.
I live on Facebook. I am old, and that is my SM platform of choice. Lately it’s been nothing but despair. The world is ending. People are so depressed they don’t know what to do with themselves.
It’s a complicated world we live in. But then again, a million years ago when cavemen were trying to kill things to eat, they probably thought that the time they were in was complicated too.
We live in a world of sourpusses creating noise. I am the biggest sourpuss there is, a badge I wear with honor. But I try not to cry and scream about things. I at least try to be flippant and amusing with my derogatory commentary. I am misanthropic, but surprisingly not angry.
But there is a lot of anger in the world. A lot of noise. Distractions. People ramping it up to get a click. Or 15 minutes.
And this sexual predator stuff. Ugh. I love my Levine recordings with the Met, and now I question if I should store them away or burn them. (Levine was recently let go from the Met over sexual abuse allegations, though I had heard rumors since the 90s).
But here I fall into the trap of boo hoo hoo poor me… what am I going to do? Life sucks and I want to give up. I can’t even.
JUST KIDDING! Deep down find it satisfying to see these a-holes get their comeuppance. I will just have to go to my trusty Boehm Ring recording, which in all honesty is better.
But even a misanthrope can tire from the same narrative day in and day out. Half the country are
morons, depending on which side you are on. My misanthropic rants are falling on deaf ears because EVERYONE is a misanthrope. AND THAT IS TOTAL B.S.!
But this is a music site, so let’s talk about that, shall we? Current mood: Bah humbug. Desperation is in the air, causing organizations to trot out the same old song and dance in hopes of retaining their elderly benefactors.
Millennials aren’t inspired to go to the opera, or the symphony. And forget about chamber music. And who can blame them? The people who run arts organizations are in the stone age in terms of reaching out to younger generations.
When I discovered the beauty, depth, virtuosity and composition of classical music, it changed me. It was an oasis in an era of shopping malls, Roxette and Friends. Does the answer to addressing our current malaise lie in the past?