Guy Noble’s Soapbox: dinner for eight?
A fantasy musical dinner party chez Noble? Try an eclectic guest list, a good bottle of red and a serve of tarragon chicken.
A fantasy musical dinner party chez Noble? Try an eclectic guest list, a good bottle of red and a serve of tarragon chicken.
From Bach to Bernstein, classical music is still the drug of choice for those in pursuit of the ultimate legal high.
With a performance like his, we should be thankful that the President of the United States isn’t a fiddler... or is he?
Like sex, music never goes smoothly if you concentrate too hard. Over-think it and it sets like a badly poached egg.
Beware of locking antlers in a tussle for artistic supremacy, lest you tumble into music’s icy sea and lie frozen for all eternity.
Children may not all have the voices of angels, but perhaps torturing the young is killing off the audiences of the future.
Credit to Trump for having the energy to run the US at 70, but musicians have always shown resilience in the face of age.
Or how a smart-thinking South Australian education initiative fell at the first fence thanks to small-minded union mentality.
Properly given, and equally well-received, a kind word can change a day from cloudy with scattered showers to full sun.
They’re hell to practise, but given a touch of magic by a genius composer, scales can take us on a beautiful journey.
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It may be many people’s favourite musical, but some duff plot points means West Side Story ain’t no Romeo and Juliet.
Or should Malcolm Turnbull look to music schools if he values ideas on audiation and psycho-active emergent relationships?