Debbie Does Dvorak?

Perhaps the best we to preface this is to say it comes from the digital desk of conductor Bill Eddins who started off a recent post with the following: “My Board chair is going to have fits, and I can just hear our Executive Director banging her head against a wall.  But folks, sometimes you have just got to throw the stuff out there.” With an intro like that, you know it’s gonna’ be good and Bill doesn’t disappoint as he provides a blow by blow account of one of the funniest patron complaint letters ever…

As the lone season ticket holder in the Winspear Crying Room, I feel I must pass on my concern about the questionable conduct of my fellow concert patrons.

Last Saturday evening, I arrived promptly at my usual time of 8:10 pm and took my regular seat in the back row of the crying room, settling in for an evening of Bartok and Stravinsky goodness. What occurred instead has left me traumatized and in need of what will doubtless be many months of recuperative musical therapy.

As the Haydn began, a couple in their late 50s seated in the row directly in front of me began making out, obviously aroused by the sight of Maestro Eddins shaking his sexy money-maker. While poor form for the high standards we have set for the crying room, I ignored them as best I could and tried to focus on the performance. Unfortunately, by the end of the third movement the pair had reached fourth base and I’m afraid to the report that by the end of the Allegro con spirito, the Haydn wasn’t the only thing reaching a climax.

I will never again be able to listen to Symphony No. 88 again without feeling unwell. I may even go blind as a result.

I insist that the ESO remedy this at once by appointing a chaperone for the crying room, as well as erecting a barrier for the lower half of the conductors podium to prevent other patrons from reaching a fevered pitch of arousal. If this is not possible then perhaps piping the soundtrack to “Debbie Does Dvorak” into the crying room instead of what’s happening on stage may be more appropriate.

Blind I tells ya.

Regards,

Make sure you stop by and read Bill’s intro which does a letter of this caliber good.

Show Your Creativity

In coming up with today’s headline, there were a few runners-up that made it hard to choose a winner. The runner up was “The Other Crying Game” and since everyone could almost certainly use a fun five minute break, come up with your own headlines and send them in as a comment. If there are enough submissions, we might even have ourselves a reader’s choice run off for best classical music double entendre.

About Drew McManus

"I hear that every time you show up to work with an orchestra, people get fired." Those were the first words out of an executive's mouth after her board chair introduced us. That executive is now a dear colleague and friend but the day that consulting contract began with her orchestra, she was convinced I was a hatchet-man brought in by the board to clean house.

I understand where the trepidation comes from as a great deal of my consulting and technology provider work for arts organizations involves due diligence, separating fact from fiction, interpreting spin, as well as performance review and oversight. So yes, sometimes that work results in one or two individuals "aggressively embracing career change" but far more often than not, it reinforces and clarifies exactly what works and why.

In short, it doesn't matter if you know where all the bodies are buried if you can't keep your own clients out of the ground, and I'm fortunate enough to say that for more than 15 years, I've done exactly that for groups of all budget size from Qatar to Kathmandu.

For fun, I write a daily blog about the orchestra business, provide a platform for arts insiders to speak their mind, keep track of what people in this business get paid, help write a satirical cartoon about orchestra life, hack the arts, and love a good coffee drink.

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  1. I can’t contribute anything less than “R” rated but I do think this calls for immediate mass production of a “Bobble Butt” doll of Maestro Eddins.

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