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Thursday, September 22, 2011

Jeez, I forgot about this

Yeah, so concert season is upon us once again, so you know what that means, your Machivellian (you may think you know what that means, but you're wrong) yet egalitarian Ruler can kiss goodbye relaxed, peaceful weekends hanging out at the Palace.
All part of the price of admission when your kid is a burgeoning virtuoso (rhymes with "Heard you're so-so"), we're looking at at least one and often 2 or more concerts per week to attend, all fucking season.
Yippee.
So last weekend on Sunday was the National Symphony Orchestra under the direction of this dude:


Playing the entire suite of Gustav Holst's


The Planets (Op 32).
It was great, I haven't heard the thing live in, well, a fuck of a long time.
I realized during the concert that I actually played it (at least the first movement, you know, Mars: The Bringer of War) in school.

Of course, if you have even a passing familiarity with Metal, especially Black/Death Metal, you've doubtless heard the first movement, either as a guitar solo or played over the PA before the band takes the stage.
And, as is also well known, dickcheeses like Isao Tomita and Greg Lake became famous simply for covering it.

What amazed me, though, during the concert, was how utterly shamelessly such überhacks as John fucking Williams and Hans Zimmer (the Stephen King and Thomas Harris of film composers), and, to a slightly lesser degree, Vassilis Konstantinos "Basil" Poledouris, have hammered out entire careers (and walked off with countless awards) by simply cribbing every fucking note of their stuff directly from the suite.

And yes, before you ask, Holstie-boy penned the thing in 1916, so there's no doubt who came first.

Just listen to this:


Sound like something you've heard in a movie??
Sound like EVERYTHING you've heard in a movie???
No fucking kidding.
I would, in fact, go so far as to say that, if Gus Holst had decided to become a professional lacrosse player or some fucking thing, you can bet that this cross-eyed fucker



this tubenecked cocksucker



and this cheese-eating sonofawhore


would all be laminating fucking membership cards at fucking Blockbuster.

Of course, on the other hand, Ridley


would have directed all the Alien sequels, and wouldn't that have been a swell deal?

Raj

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