The Toronto Symphony Orchester was up to their usual quality last Thursday with an interesting mixture of Stravinsky, Mozart and Rachmaninoff. While I enjoyed the first part to some extext, it was during the second half that I began to doze off and succeeded in completely losing consciousness a couple of times. Yes, the orchester does make me fall asleep. I'm not so much a snob like I might guess the man sitting in the balcony with the white gloves and a wife adorned in furs. If we were to talk I imagine he would come up with the most inane nonesense about the brilliance of the variations in the third theme at the second minute of the fourth movement.
I was reminded while listening to the spaces in between the music of another sort of brilliance. For those who haven't heard of the comic, Loriot, it's a great shame. While most of his work requires some knowledge of German, his skit, Hustensymphonie (Cough Symphony) doesn't. It's delightfully international and extraordinarily intelligent. It's for all of you who have suppressed your cough until after the last stanza.
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