Thomas Hogglestock
@hogglestock
Books, classical music, prone to hyperbole. MN>DC>HI>MN>NY>DC>MN Someone assumed I was straight, so here’s this:🏳️🌈. hogglestock.com
I remember when my parents sat us all down as kids and explained how much they trusted Bona and that we should too.
It is sad and delightful that I can get this many used classical CDs for about $200.
Bruckner was in 21st place. Stenhammar was programmed four times in five years.
Just listened to Adams' Harmonielehre for the first time in a long time. I think I need to reassess my travel schedule for 26/27 to try and squeeze in a live performance. Now I just need to learn how to pronounce it.
Look at what McNally did for their reissue of another of his novels...
Someone needs to bring back The Birdcage (1962) by John Bowen. I see that McNally Editions has reissued another novel of his from 1986, so maybe.
This is why the Roman Empire went into decline. They got sloppy and their shades started to fail at their core mission.
I bought this fan the first night of my road trip to save me from feeling pickled in rooms with too much AC. It was the best $23 I ever spent. Especially when the windows actually opened.
I’m not in uniform, but I’m going to play slap ass when I walk by.
Every time I read Penelope Fitzgerald, I’m mystified at how long it takes me to read her shortish books. I find myself having to read sentences multiple times for them to sink in. Am I still reading her because of peer pressure?
Second night in a row a book made me gasp. Well not so much a gasp with this one, but my jaw did drop in disbelief.
When you have about 900 unread books on the shelf, it can be hard to figure out what to read next. So this evening I grabbed three random Viragos to see if any of them grab me in the first page or two. (Also, the weather is gorgeous.)
Crompton is not messing around in this one. I can’t remember the last time I gasped when reading a book.
Just a quick glance at those on the high end. I'll have to do the same for the five years of data I have. (Saariaho is deceased, so I didn't include her at 7.) The real lesson here is if you want your child to be a successful composer their first name should start with a J.
I don’t feel like I’ve gotten to the wise part, but Alice by Elizabeth Eliot is pretty delightful. Had me chuckling out loud.
In the comments on a piece about the Boston Symphony Orchestra on FB, one of the orchestra's librarians stated that the BSO has a good record in recent years programming works by composers of color and women composers. The numbers tell a different story.
After Bel Lamington and five chapters of Fletcher’s End, Stevenson has mentioned “slabs of yellow farmer’s butter” at least four times.