Once Again, I'm a Winner...
Speaking of scrap metal, anyone remember the TV series with Andy Griffith where he owned a junk yard and constructed a spaceship out of odds and ends? And the thing actually worked. I think Jim Nabors was his co-pilot.
And speaking of Jim Nabors, I bought a vinyl record where he sings Christmas carols at the Goodwill recently. I had forgotten that he had a real set of pipes on him.
Speaking of vinyl records, I also bought Fritz Reiner conducting Bela Bartok. You can't go too far wrong paying only a dollar for vinyl though I'm not yet a fan of Bartok. I know what you're thinking: "Closed minded prig! Bartok is one of the greats of the 20th century, and you are a little, little man!" You're probably right.
But speaking of Fritz Reiner, do I recall correctly if I say he was Leonaard Bernstein's teacher and one day a disgruntled student came looking for the maestro, gun in hand and both Reiner and Bernstein hid under the teacher's desk?
And finally, speaking of death and classical music, was it serial composers that killed classical music? Or is it the fact that melody was relegated to the back burner so that with the exception of a very, very few compositions since 1950 nothing is hummable anymore?
Of course, I could keep this up with a comment about serial killers, but I'm thinking no one's reading at this point.