Dave Plowman (News) wrote:

The rumour that I ever worked on a programme starring Des O'Connor
will be met by a response from my legal team.

What, "We'll settle out of court."?


--
Wally
www.wally.myby.co.uk
Call me a saint, call me a sinner - just don't call me... late for
dinner.

On Jan 10, 7:54*am, "Iain Churches" wrote:
"Andre Jute" wrote in message

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Considering how many there are, naming one in twenty may be too tough
a test except for someone with a copy of Grove on his bathroom
bookshelf.

OK. If one need to refer to a copy of Grove, then one needs
to be a honest and admit to the composers whose works
(and maybe even names) are unfamiliar:-)

No, a person who has to refer to Grove in an effort to find out the
names of composers -- doesn't know what Grove is. I was referring to
the kind of person who actually reads Grove regularly. (I don't, but
there was a time in my teens when I looked up everything, and checked
everything anyone told me, and worked the subject until I knew more
than anyone I was likely to meet -- I must have been an insufferable
little ******* but of course it made me infallible in my middle years.
I read Fowler in the facsimile original edition -- many authors and
editors find the brothers Fowler soothing and inspiring, like a more
grammatical mantra.) I think, Iain, that you'd better hire Andy Evans
and me to set these questions; psychologists know things about
stupidity that recording engineers cannot even dream of...

I might add that the (delicious) unfairness of your original question
to Poopie Stevenson is well demonstrated by the fact that, after
writing about music for 47 years, I can easily point to composers I
discovered only when they were already well-performed, especially
among the living or the recently alive; it is one of my regrets that I
never interviewed Schnittke, for instance. But being ignorant doesn't
embarrass me in the least; I love the thrill of discovery too much! (I
also while I was still in my teens discovered that the manic
knowingness of the trendies is like Chinese food, only fleetingly
satisfying, and my painting teacher, bless his soul, pointed out that
a creator like me would make his own trends if he wasn't distracted by
pretending to be knowledgeable; he took me to see Tretchikoff, the
trendy's darling, who told me he feared he would be remembered only
for "that accursed weeping rose on all the calendars" -- this was
before the establishment condemned him as kitsch for being much more
popular than Picasso and Rothko, neither of whom in my opinion had a
fraction of his talent.)

My Melbourne mate Peter Allen once quoted another Australian
audiophile as saying, "Restraint is playing any favourite disc only
once per month." A single disc -- not symphonic music but a capella
vocals or other chamber music -- can keep me intrigued for a day,
playing it over and over.

That's a good point, and illustrates well the difference in "depth"
between pop and classical music. *For reasons that I won't go into
here, I include some jazz in the classical repertoire.

I make it my
business to listen to popular chart material.

You have our sympathy.

PS I have a photograph here that one of my spies sent me. In the row
of shaven-headed, saffron-robed um-chanters between the gilded spires
of Prathai Doi Suthep, which one are you, Iain? I used to recognize
you by your hair, and that tan looks awfully like it came out of TV
talent makeup kit that your mate Plowie obtained for you...

OK. Fair cop, guv. It's me!
My hair is my own, but one has to make small sacrifices, and it
will grow back. And who knows, maybe I will get into the cast
of the remake of The King And I.

Look at the pic (amazing what one can see from a satelite!)
I am on the left, carrying a Burmese Army trekking stick
(the one designed by the legendary Sir Jeffrey Hillpig-Smythe)
*I find the stick useful for persuading to generosity
tight-fisted tourists otherwise unwilling to put a coin or two into
the monks' bowl. *The new design of teak bowl will have a slot
in the bottom to accomodate Visa/MasterCard/American Express.
You cannot see it in the picture, but I have a cord around my
right wrist put there by the Buddhist abbott at Chiang Rai, to
bring me everlasting fullfilment. It cost me 20 Euros.

Iain

Thanks for that! Years I start with laughter always go better.

Andre Jute
LOL

Dave Plowman (News) wrote:
In article
,
Andre Jute wrote:
and that tan looks awfully like it came out of TV
talent makeup kit that your mate Plowie obtained for you...

The rumour that I ever worked on a programme starring Des O'Connor will be
met by a response from my legal team.

--
*Go the extra mile. It makes your boss look like an incompetent slacker *

Dave Plowman London SW
To e-mail, change noise into sound.

Holy moly, I don't want to libel a guy who can build a flat roof that
is waterproof in Britain. He could come calling and insist on showing
me, on me, how he wields his chainsaw. I take it all back!

Andre Jute
Whew, what a narrow escape!

"Dave Plowman (News)" wrote in message
...
In article
,
Andre Jute wrote:
PS I have a photograph here that one of my spies sent me. In the row
of shaven-headed, saffron-robed um-chanters between the gilded spires
of Prathai Doi Suthep, which one are you, Iain? I used to recognize
you by your hair, and that tan looks awfully like it came out of TV
talent makeup kit that your mate Plowie obtained for you...

The rumour that I ever worked on a programme starring Des O'Connor will be
met by a response from my legal team.


Those shows are probably still being broadcast somewhere,
you should ask about your repeat fees, Dave:-)

A pal of mine in HK told me that on Chistmas Day
(just a couple of weeks ago:-) he enjoyed watching the
Val Doonican Christmas Show:-)

Regards to all
Iain

"Andre Jute" wrote in message
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On Jan 10, 7:54 am, "Iain Churches" wrote:
"Andre Jute" wrote in message


PS I have a photograph here that one of my spies sent me. In the row
of shaven-headed, saffron-robed um-chanters between the gilded spires
of Prathai Doi Suthep, which one are you, Iain? I used to recognize
you by your hair, and that tan looks awfully like it came out of TV
talent makeup kit that your mate Plowie obtained for you...

OK. Fair cop, guv. It's me!
My hair is my own, but one has to make small sacrifices, and it
will grow back. And who knows, maybe I will get into the cast
of the remake of The King And I.

Look at the pic (amazing what one can see from a satelite!)
I am on the left, carrying a Burmese Army trekking stick
(the one designed by the legendary Sir Jeffrey Hillpig-Smythe)
I find the stick useful for persuading to generosity
tight-fisted tourists otherwise unwilling to put a coin or two into
the monks' bowl. The new design of teak bowl will have a slot
in the bottom to accomodate Visa/MasterCard/American Express.
You cannot see it in the picture, but I have a cord around my
right wrist put there by the Buddhist abbott at Chiang Rai, to
bring me everlasting fullfilment. It cost me 20 Euros.


Thanks for that! Years I start with laughter always go better.

I am not, generally speaking superstitious - although I do carefully
pick the first piece of music to be played through a newly built
valve amp. If it going to someone who does not listen to much
classical music, I baptise the amp with a Jethro Tull Song
"Slow Marching Band" which includes the lyric "just hum along
and keep on going" !

But I do agree that starting a New Year with laughter does seem
to set one on the right track. I chuckled a couple of days ago when
a colleague sent me an e-mail as follows:

During a recent concert tour of a Scandinavian student
orchestra, an American lady came backstage to the
production office after a concert in Vienna at which
Charles Ives' 1st Symphony had been performed, to
express her pleasure at finding a work by an American
composer being played at a concert in a city at the heart
of European classical music.

The orchestral manager thanked her for her compliment,
and offered her two complimentary tickets for the concert
on the Friday evening which included another fine work
by an American composer, Samuel Barber's
"Adagio for Strings Op.11"

The lady was delighted, but said with a wicked smile that
one ticket would suffice, as this kind of music was not really
to her husband's taste. He liked only two types of music:
"country", and "western".

Iain

"Andre Jute" wrote in message
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On Jan 10, 7:54 am, "Iain Churches" wrote:
"Andre Jute" wrote in message


PS I have a photograph here that one of my spies sent me. In the row
of shaven-headed, saffron-robed um-chanters between the gilded spires
of Prathai Doi Suthep, which one are you, Iain? I used to recognize
you by your hair, and that tan looks awfully like it came out of TV
talent makeup kit that your mate Plowie obtained for you...

OK. Fair cop, guv. It's me!
My hair is my own, but one has to make small sacrifices, and it
will grow back. And who knows, maybe I will get into the cast
of the remake of The King And I.

Look at the pic (amazing what one can see from a satelite!)
I am on the left, carrying a Burmese Army trekking stick
(the one designed by the legendary Sir Jeffrey Hillpig-Smythe)
I find the stick useful for persuading to generosity
tight-fisted tourists otherwise unwilling to put a coin or two into
the monks' bowl. The new design of teak bowl will have a slot
in the bottom to accomodate Visa/MasterCard/American Express.
You cannot see it in the picture, but I have a cord around my
right wrist put there by the Buddhist abbott at Chiang Rai, to
bring me everlasting fullfilment. It cost me 20 Euros.


Thanks for that! Years I start with laughter always go better.

I am not, generally speaking superstitious - although I do carefully
pick the first piece of music to be played through a newly built
valve amp. If it going to someone who does not listen to much
classical music, I baptise the amp with a Jethro Tull Song
"Slow Marching Band" which includes the line "...just hum along
and keep on going" !

But I do agree that starting a New Year with laughter does seem
to set one on the right track. I chuckled a couple of days ago when
a colleague sent me an e-mail as follows:

During a recent concert tour of a Scandinavian student
orchestra, an American lady came backstage to the
production office after a concert in Vienna at which
Charles Ives' 1st Symphony had been performed, to
express her pleasure at finding a work by an American
composer being played at a concert in a city at the heart
of European classical music.

The orchestral manager thanked her for her kind praise,
and offered her two complimentary tickets for the concert
on the Friday evening which included another fine work
by an American composer, Samuel Barber's
"Adagio for Strings Op.11"

The lady was delighted, but said with a wicked smile that
one ticket would suffice, as this kind of music was not really
to her husband's taste. He liked only two types of music:
"country", and "western".

Iain

On Jan 11, 7:04*am, "Iain Churches" wrote:

*He liked only two types of music:
"country", and "western".

Damned right too. There's a lot of country that ain't west of
anywhere, and cowboy songs always sounded decidedly poof to me,
whereas, now, truckers with hairy forearms and jailhouse tattoos,
coming from say the Carolinas, which is surely country but ain't
western to anybody except the fishes, with whom you will sleep if you
complain that this sentence runs on too long, that's a lot of country
that ain't west of anywhere, and cowboy songs always sounded decidedly
poof to me, whereas, now, truckers with hairy forearms and jailhouse
tattoos, coming from say the Carolinas, which is surely country but
ain't western to anybody except the fishes, with whom you will sleep
if you complain that this sentence runs on too long, that's a lot of
country that ain't west of anywhere, and cowboy songs always sounded
decidedly poof to me, whereas, now, truckers with hairy forearms and
jailhouse tattoos, coming from say the Carolinas, which is surely
country but ain't western to anybody except the fishes, with whom you
will sleep if you complain that this sentence runs on too long, that's
a lot of country -- hullo? Anyone still here?

That's what I think of popular music.

Andre Jute
Primarius, uh, just for you, Laurence, I mean primus inter pares

In article ,
Iain Churches wrote:
The rumour that I ever worked on a programme starring Des O'Connor
will be met by a response from my legal team.


Those shows are probably still being broadcast somewhere,

They are indeed. In the UK on one of the minority channels. Although given
most of the guests were promoting a book or record etc they might seem a
bit strange...

you should ask about your repeat fees, Dave:-)

If only. Even those who once got repeats sometimes don't these days. Hence
the writer's strike in the US.

A pal of mine in HK told me that on Chistmas Day
(just a couple of weeks ago:-) he enjoyed watching the
Val Doonican Christmas Show:-)

A real gentleman. Takes me back 30 odd years to the TV Theatre in
Shepherd's Bush. And the days when there were several such progs made
every week.

--
*Some days we are the flies; some days we are the windscreen.*

Dave Plowman London SW
To e-mail, change noise into sound.

"Dave Plowman (News)" wrote in message
...
In article ,
Iain Churches wrote:

you should ask about your repeat fees, Dave:-)

If only. Even those who once got repeats sometimes don't these days. Hence
the writer's strike in the US.

So are you saying that technical staff are not included in the
sharing of the post-sales spoils? Is the payment a one-off,
irrespective of the magnitude of distribution or the number of
times the programme is shown?

Recording royalty contracts used to be "for LP and
compact cassette". Most companies added "and digital media"
without pressure. But, on may projects, you sign over your
rights to the production company for a flat flee. This applies
to artists also, and gives such labels a considerable marketing
advantage, as their costs are considerable less. Many
artists work for such labels just to "get their foot in the door"
in hope of establishing themselves. There are no contracts
royalties, or advances. They (the artists) make little or no money,
but get a calling card in the form of a CD which they can tote
round to other labels.

A pal of mine in HK told me that on Christmas Day
(just a couple of weeks ago:-) he enjoyed watching the
Val Doonican Christmas Show:-)

A real gentleman. Takes me back 30 odd years to the TV Theatre in
Shepherd's Bush. And the days when there were several such progs made
every week.

Yes indeed. What happened?

Iain

..

"Andre Jute" wrote in message
...
On Jan 11, 7:04 am, "Iain Churches" wrote:

He liked only two types of music:
"country", and "western".

Damned right too. There's a lot of country that ain't west of
anywhere, and cowboy songs always sounded decidedly poof to me,
whereas, now, truckers with hairy forearms and jailhouse tattoos,
coming from say the Carolinas, which is surely country but ain't
western to anybody except the fishes, with whom you will sleep if you
complain that this sentence runs on too long, that's a lot of country
that ain't west of anywhere, and cowboy songs always sounded decidedly
poof to me, whereas, now, truckers with hairy forearms and jailhouse
tattoos, coming from say the Carolinas, which is surely country but
ain't western to anybody except the fishes, with whom you will sleep
if you complain that this sentence runs on too long, that's a lot of
country that ain't west of anywhere, and cowboy songs always sounded
decidedly poof to me, whereas, now, truckers with hairy forearms and
jailhouse tattoos, coming from say the Carolinas, which is surely
country but ain't western to anybody except the fishes, with whom you
will sleep if you complain that this sentence runs on too long, that's
a lot of country -- hullo? Anyone still here?

That's what I think of popular music.

I guess there is no chance of borrowing a drum machine
or a midi-sequencer from you, then? :-)

Iain