Brahms trauma, New York the enemy, and the Bake-Off Cinematic Universe
Sharon's Weekly Head Dump
Well, my week was just trucking along, my primary source of agony being the eternal struggle of not practicing enough and falling behind (falling behind what, Sharon? I don’t know, just BEHIND) and then the bombshell landed that the New York Philharmonic has poached Gustavo Dudamel from LA.
I am, to be honest, not cut up over Dudamel leaving so much as I am affronted at the AUDACITY of New York City. I mean, look at these passages from the NYT article (bolding is mine):
When Dudamel appeared at the [New York] Philharmonic last spring, for a two-program Schumann symphony cycle, some players, hoping to win him over, showed up to rehearsals bearing gifts and handwritten notes. Inside his dressing room, a group of musicians gave him a bottle of the Brooklyn-made Widow Jane bourbon, telling him the Philharmonic would welcome him if he could find a way to spend more time in New York.
[Deborah Borda] recounted meeting him secretly in various European cities over the past year, often flying in and out within 24 hours to avoid suspicion, as she tried to secure a deal. (Seeing him in Los Angeles, she said, “just didn’t feel kosher.”)