Saturday, September 24, 2016

Composers Behaving Badly

One of the things that has always fascinated me as I've delved further in to classical music and history is the disconnect between peoples' conceptions of classical music and the composers who wrote it and reality.    To a certain degree, most people's ideas of the concert hall as being all staid and austere, where you dressed to the nines, sat board-stiff in your seat (and heaven help you if you dared clap between the movements of a symphony or a concerto) are just a stereotype.  But I thought I'd focus more on composers themselves.  Behind some of that saintly music of the church, the royal court or the concert hall lay some pretty interesting antics, which would no doubt have them splashed all over social media (or even in jail) had they lived in our current age.  I've included a mix of well-known and perhaps not-so-well-known.    

1.  Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - I was actually hesitant to include Mozart simply because many people have seen the 1984 blockbuster "Amadeus", which left many, including myself, cringing a little at how he was portrayed.  I think the cackling laugh and "man-child" image was a bit overplayed although there is still a degree of accuracy in his lack of money management skills and womanizing.  But back to the man himself.  He was still well-behaved compared to some others I'll be mentioning.  One of the reasons we know so much about Wolfgang's life was that the Mozart's were prodigious letter writers.  The correspondence highly "scatological" and makes for some interesting reading to say the least.  Some of the letters are filled with phrases like "Go shit in your bed and fill it up."  Apparently, this was slang for "Have a good night."  He also wrote a cannon for 6 voices entitled "Leck much I'm Arsch".  I'll let you work out the translation.

2.  Johann Sebastian Bach - Mr. German, so Lutheran, so.....ornery?  Bach once got into a scrap as a student when he drew out his sword after what he he took as an insult from another student and snipped off a part of the man's ear.  Aside from this, his first wife was his second cousin with whom he had seven children.  He met his second wife when he was 35.  She was 19...and they had a further 13 children.   (The poor woman).  From what I understand, a few of the Lutheran congregation were concerned that perhaps it wasn't just music Bach was creating up in the organ loft.

3.  Hector Berlioz - Berlioz was a Romantic composer perhaps best know for his "Symphonie Fantastique".  As a young artist working to establish himself in Paris, Berlioz took a second job working in a mortuary and would shock his friends by going in to graphic detail about what he saw.  He was also quite the womanizer who would recount his "conquests" to those in his inner circle....again in very graphic detail.  Berlioz also came close to be being a homicidal maniac when he learned his finance's wife wished to have his future bride married off to a man named Pleyel (the piano manufacturer).  He left Italy, where he was at the time, and set out for Paris to do the deed but realized he had forgotten his disguise.

4.  Arnold Bax - But why just brag about a love conquest when you can immortalize it in music?  English composer Arnold Bax did just that.  To be fair, his many many love interests aside, the man was well-respected as a composer during his lifetime as he was knighted, named to the Royal Victorian Order and had an honorary doctorate from Oxford.  He wrote a tone poem, "November Wood", in which he sought shelter from a storm in a copse of tree with his love interest, Harriet Cohen (who happened to be his nurse during the war....she was 19; he was 34).  The couple then find themselves in a cosy hotel room, and well.......A couple years later he met 23-year-old Mary Gleaves and for the next 20-odd years, Bax maintained a "warm relationship" with both women.

5.  Thomas Weelkes - Admittedly, Weelkes isn't that well-known, except perhaps to university students or those who have studied early English vocal music.  Weelkes got himself dismissed as the organist at Chichester Cathedral for a long list of antics, including urinating on the Dean, drinking in the organ loft during services and using long strings of profanity between pieces.  

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Trump Jr.'s Asinine Refugee Analogy

For the most part I've done my best to ignore or at least not get too worked up over a certain election in a certain country south of the border.  I have seen a certain analogy made by a certain candidate's son however that is so off base in terms of basic math and logic that I couldn't let it pass without comment.  

This internet meme isn't exactly new as its been around for a couple of years and the earlier ones used M&M candies rather than Skittles but since I was partial to Skittles as a kid, let's go with this one.  Not only does the analogy mistakenly conflate refugees with terrorists (like all the other false analogies the Republican camp has pumped out) but the math involved here is completely off base.

The Centre for Global Research lays out some interesting statistics on your odds of being killed by all manner of different things, from traffic accidents to septicaemia to being struck by lightning. According to their statistics, an American is 187 more likely to die of starvation then to die of terrorist-related causes.  They are 2059 times more likely to die by your own hands (i.e. suicide) than at the hands of a terrorist.  Heck, I'm much more likely to be killed moving my tv.  As for terrorism, an American's odds are 1 in 3.6 MILLION.  If you're Canadian like me, the odds are 1 in 3.8 MILLION.

Now, according to there are 54 skittles in every bag of these candies.  Let's say I put 3 bags (that would be 162 candies) in to a bowl including the 3 that could supposedly kill me.  Mathematically I'd have a 1.9% chance of dying.    (Trump's numbers are deliberately vague so I'll just pick three bags in a bowl for the sake of argument.)  According to the CATO Institute, the odds of being killed by a refugee are 1 in 3.64 BILLION every year.  That works out to a whopping 0.000000027%.

Clearly, you would need one hell of a big bowlful in order for Trumps Jr's  to work.  And if you really did eat that many Skittles in one go from a bowl hypothetically large enough to hold them all, I would submit that a terrorist refugee would be the least of your concerns.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

The Ponds Of Timberlea

There are a  few places in Timberlea and Eagle Ridge I've been wanting to explore and do some birding but for a number of reasons I just haven't found the time to get over to them.  Until today. With the days getting shorter and the weather starting to cool off, I decided to bite the bullet and get over there this afternoon no matter what.  And I'm glad I did.  There were three storm ponds I was curious to check out and to be honest I am now kicking myself that I hadn't done this much sooner.  There were a couple of species I was hoping to add to my year list and realistically, this was probably going to be my last chance to do it before they  leave for the winter.  

Eagle Ridge was still being built when I moved to Fort McMurray.  I took a drive through back around 2010 or so and this was the first real time I had been back.  I HAD travelled through part of it back in May but that was during the evacuation from the big forest fire so it was nice to be able to take my time rather than be in a panicked rush to get home.  Appropriately enough, given my purposes for the afternoon, all the streets in Eagle Ridge happen to be named after birds.

Mallards and Blue-winged Teals...and there was the odd American Coot swimming in there as well closer to the reeds.

This is the same pond but looking in the other direction.  None of those house or condos in the background were there when I first visited the area.  How quickly this place has changed in the mere 6 years that I've lived here.  A brief  moment of levity occurred when I thought I had spotted some type of owl only to look through my binoculars and discover it was just a rather large dark cat hiding among the reeds.

The next couple of photos are from the second pond I visited over by a couple of newly-constructed elementary schools.  My birding journey started out mostly with song birds and it took me awhile to familiarize myself with the many types of waterfowl.  I still sometimes forget that if I'm careful enough I can get up pretty close.  These guys are more likely to swim away from shore if they feel spooked rather than fly away.  My big weakness (that I AM working on) is being able to identify birds in flight, so I always appreciate it when they stick around.

American Coots......

American Coots and Mallards co-existing...

It started to cloud over a bit by the time I reached the last pond off of Brett Drive.  I've been by it the odd time  but this was my first chance to really explore it and I wasn't about to let overcast skies spoil things.  I also never realized how big the place was.  

Initially it was frustrating as all I managed to see were insane numbers of grackles that I managed to flush out of the scrub along the pond's edge.    I also came very close to landing on my backside when I lost focus when walking through a patch of mud at the pond's edge.  Persistence paid off when I spotted something I hadn't seen before...ever.  I had to slowly make my way around to the other side of the pond to figure out just exactly what I was seeing as they were at quite a distance.  All I was seeing were dark shapes they really could be anything....except the head just looked different.

After several moments of angst (I lost sight of them a couple times) and fearing that they would fly off before I reached a better vantage point, the mystery birds revealed themselves to be eared grebes. Four of them.

So all in all, not too bad of a day.  A new species for the life list along with two or three others for the year list.  I don't really know if I'll have a realistic shot at getting back over there before the snow hits the ground though I am definitely keeping these little urban oases in the back of my mind for the future.

Friday, September 9, 2016

It's Really Sad The Things Some People Get Offended Over

Politics aside, I try to not delve in to too many controversial issues.  I did a lot of that with my Nunavut blog, especially when it came to issues surrounding the seal hunt and traditional culture and  if you go to the proverbial well too many times, you end up opening the door to all sorts of trolls and nut jobs.  Let's just say that I won't be getting a Christmas card from anti-sealing activist Paul Watson anytime soon.

I'm sure most people will be familiar with the above 1972 photograph taken by Nick Ut during the Vietnam War.  It's historic.  It's iconic.  It's an important reminder of what happens when, to take an idea from the writings of Clausewitz, humanity stops the conversation, picks up  a weapon and conducts its politics through other means.  It's also, according to some thin-skinned social justice warriors, HIGHLY offensive.

Yes, for 44 years, no one had an issue with this photo (at least no one you would take seriously) but now all of a sudden, the media giant Facebook, in a fit of ignorance that boggles the mind, suddenly became very anal over it.  While I realize this photo was posted as part of protest over some larger issues with the media giant surrounding free speech, I seriously have to question the logic and intelligence of some people.  Rather than looking into the history and significance of this photo (and if you're under 40 and don't know, you really should look it up), Facebook performed a simple knee-jerk reaction by not allowing it to be shown.  

Thankfully, common sense has prevailed and this iconic photo has been deems not offensive.  As it should be.

Monday, September 5, 2016

Out of the Ashes

A stretch of rainy, windy and generally unpleasant weather had kept me cooped up inside for a few days so I jumped at the opportunity to head out yesterday to stretch my legs and enjoy what turned out to be a pretty decent day.  One of my regular birding routes I follow takes me by a section a of a neighbouring subdivision that was hit hard by the fires back in May and while it felt great to be able to add four new species to my life list*, it was even better to see the changes slowly being made to our community as it rises up and brushes itself off.  The bulk of this particular area has been demolished (as least as far as I could see through the trees).  It's still a bit tough to look at, this giant gaping wound that has been ripped open only a short walk from my own home.  

It was encouraging the see signs of the rebuild starting to happen as is evidence by this one new home, slowly rising out of the ashes.

*shoveller duck, grey-cheeked thrush, green-winged teal, gadwall