Saturday Music Blog: Eliot Fisk
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Okay, I’m confused (and about to betray my incredible musicalignorance). If this guy does Spanish guitar and Baroque piecees and got an award from the king of Spain, how come we’re drinking Italian wine and booking a flight to Tuscany? Not that I’m not on-board for Tuscany anytime, anywhere ...
Because, Xtina, “A Little Romance” takes place in Italy. (Well, that and Paris, but the Italy parts are better.) And because the most featured composer is Scarlatti. Sheesh.
And, wow, did you just coin a new word? Musicalignorance? Is that like maladroit?
Ohhhhh. Now I get it. I mean, I was willing to make the sacrifice and drink Spanish wines (specifically a lovely Rioja we have), but never mind. The cork is popping on the Chianti.
Actually, Musicalignorance is much like inabilitytoedit and luckily isn’t specific only to me.
For a minute there I thought I was reading the old Abbott and Costello bit!
I’m all for anything that invokes a bit of Italy into my life.
A break from the book blog will give me a chance to claim the mountain that is my TBR pile.
HAHAHAHA! We didn’t say we were taking a break from the book blog. It’s going to be intermittent, unexpected, and impossible to dodge, like a punch from Terri when she’s sick.
Duck, Xtina!!!
And I’ll have you know that I have a temperature of 98.6 today. (Of course since my normal temp usually hovers around 97.4, it’s probably still a fever.)
Liz, I love you. I love your music sense. We are so in tuned with music-you like, what I like.
I love Spanish guitar. It’s one of my favorites. I love Segovia, Marc Antoine, Ottmar Liebert etc. Just don’t get me started. Then my next love is the saxophone. Liz, me MUST meet.
Oh, Terri! I’m so sorry to hear you’re still sick!! We had the same thing run through the house last week. I got it for a couple of days this week but feel MUCH better now.
Here’s a tissue. And a hug. And a glass of Christina’s Chianti.
Hi Liz,
I look forward to reading your music blogs each week ---- I find them both entertaining and educational. I’m being exposed to tons of great artists that I prob’ly would never have come across or thought I would like. Keep ‘em coming!
I know precious little about music, except what I soak up while listening to our local college’s PBS station-
But a man that talented with his hands?
I sense the need for a guitar playing hero in the future....
I’m glad you survived too, Santa! I feel so much better today that I’m trying to talk my husband into smuggling me out for an ice cream.
Hi Liz,
I love change. And surprises like seeing your blog today instead of tomorrow. Now that my fingers are completely and totally shriveled from the scrub water, I decided to take a break and visit my book friends.
Your music blogs are very educational. It helps me when I’m at a gathering and people start talking way above me culturally, I don’t feel like an idiot.
While growing up, EVERY Sunday started with my dad rising early, turning on the Italian radio station (my parents are Italian) and starting the sauce for dinner. It was sacrilege not to have pasta for dinner on Sundays.
The music was played very loudly (to wake us kids up) and for several hours. I never understood the words, but loved to hear my dad sing along with the songs while he cooked.
Lovely recommendation, Liz. Another great classical guitar player is Christopher Parkening. He is multi-dimensional, as your artist seems to be..
Santa, run! Run while there’s still time!
Terri, I’m not going to say it again: GET WELL.
Elsie, I ADORE saxophone, too. ‘Trane, Bird, Desmond, you name it. That settles it. Next time I’m up your way, we’re doing lunch.
Happy to oblige, Midwestgal.
Oh, Prudence, what a wonderful memory. My mom always insisted we had to use the good china on Sunday for dinner. I always loved setting the table then, because it looked so pretty.
Thanks for the rec, Ms. Mary. I shall check him out.
Happy Monday, everybody!
Wow Liz, you do have a gift for segue! I’ve always said that about you!