Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Conductor's Song!"
"...First problem as an orchestral-conductor (Beethoven's 5th) I had the Tenor fornicating with my frickin Soprano in the back room; a couple of OBOE players too (Possibly HOMOS) going "AT-IT!" before rehearsals: Bloody "LESBOES" in every String section! Ya don't know rhe meaning of heartbreak!?
A Conductor's lot. Complex. And someone stole my Baton! My Tuxedo was a wreck. Still, in respect of the "Classics"/Festa-Arriba-someplace/a GIG, some Story, some Way, some Life where your OWN personal "Adagio", your treasured "Earrings", your songbird voice resonates, echoing the vast river that flows in your Soul? Ya gotta OWN IT!!!
As an Orchester-Conductor, like a Film Director, outside of being a Violin-Virtuoso ya gatta WORK with MISFITS on a "Camping Trip!" Calor-Gas STOVE malfunctions, a can of "Dinty-Moors" Irish Stew stares U - cold night - in your camping tent? The Camera Guys, sensibly, brought galleon o Jack Daniels; wotchagonnaDO? FIDDLES GONNA-DO?
And, sometimes, stress 0r just plain weariness (having to CONDUCT these talented Misfits) death would give a break/I'll TRY to pass away in my sleep, my repast, my swansong, my REQUIEM of absolutely no consequence, a daybreak fleeting of Glory...at Nobodies Feet!
TAP-TAP-TAP!!! "OK, Ensemble!!! Let's begin!"
c.2025 Dave Delacroix.
No comments:
Post a Comment