Skip to comments.Man's marimba iPhone ring stops Mahler symphony dead
Posted on 01/12/2012 3:41:48 PM PST by stylecouncilor
Concertgoers at the New York Philharmonic Tuesday night did not have to be musicologists to work out that the marimba was not part of the famous work.
Conductor Alan Gilbert halted the performance of Mahlers Ninth Symphony when the offending iPhone ringtone sounded -- and persisted -- a media contact at the symphony confirmed.
Just minutes from the end of the hour and a half-long piece, Gilbert turned to the phone's owner, seated close to the front of Lincoln Centers Avery Fisher Hall in New York City, according to an eyewitness account published by "Superconductor" blogger Paul Pelkonen.
In the ensuing pause, some in the audience reportedly called for blood, shouting: "Kick him out!" and "$1,000 fine!" the witness recounted.
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Then they could rename it: Symphony of One Thousand (And One Cell Phone).
Desperate Mahler humor attempt...
Another Obama voter? “Please shut off all cellphones”......Duuuaahhhh guess dat mean leave um on? Why dey calls et a cellphone when I don wanna sell it?
Sorry folks, but cell phones and many of the folks who use them are the scourge of the Earth. I have to talk, answer, text.....it’s all about me!!!
Cell phone creeps annoy me. Mine rings only in my hearing aids and never bothers a soul. Then again, most cell phone users don't have that option. They should be content with vibrate only. That's what mine did before I got the Bluetooth ears.
Lock the jerk in a room with 20 cells playing the “rooster crowing” ringtone popular in Southeast Asia. If his head doesn’t explode, he will never leave his phone on anything except vibrate again.
I usually have mine on low or silent. My cellphone is for my convenience-not anyone else’s!
Do they make these cic and what brand, please?
Notice everyone there KNOWS who the asshole is, but they will NOT identify him because he’s a leftist. Anyone sitting down front is a mucho big bucks contrib. They’ll shame him, but they won’t name him! Now if it had been a GOP stiff? He’d have been beaten and killed by a mob!
Hardly. I often was able to purchase seats in the first five rows at the BO. The money sits in the boxes.
Not sure what CIC is. I have Phonak Audeos. To get the BT capability you need the Phonak iCOM, which is a control unit/BT transmitter that you wear under your shirt. It interfaces just fine with my PC, iPhone and iPad, and with my wife’s Droid, too. Music quality is so-so (the ear buds aren’t designed to throw bass) but speech is crystal clear. The ear buds are virtually invisible so I get a lot of stares when I’m on the phone.
First, the cell phones start going off in the movie theaters. Ring-ring-ring. Whoop-whoop-whoop. Buzz-buzz-buzz. Next, they started going off in the classrooms. Clang-clang-clang. dee-dat; dee-dat; dee-dat. Chucka-boonga; chucka-boonga; chucka-boonga.
Now they are doing the "marimba" thing right in the middle of Mahler's 9th symphony. When will the madness end?
Now I'm old enough to remember when phones had to be connected to some kind of wire. Such as the wall of your kitchen, your desk at work, or maybe a telephone booth on the sidewalk, where you had to fish around in your pocket for a dime just to make a phone call, and you had to hold the filthy receiver to your ear that had all kinds of sticky stuff on it. Meanwhile, as you are talking, somebody else walks up to the booth with his arms crossed, trying to make eye contact with you so he can use his body language to tell you that he-is-very-important-and-he-needs-to-make-a-call-right-now-so-get-off-the-damn-phone. Not to worry however, for three minutes into the call, the operator breaks in and tells you to deposit another 15 cents for the next three minutes - so not having the correct change in your pockets, you hang up the phone and move on.
Anyway, I digress. What I'm trying to say here is that telephones used to be connected by a wire and therefore you were limited in the amount of places you could use a phone. When you left the office at the end of a day of work, there was no way your work could contact you again unless they called you at home. So if you didn't go home, you didn't have to worry too much about work.
I remember once stopping in a bar after work. It still happens occasionally. I had a couple beers, then three. Then it was dark outside and I figured I ought to call the wife and let her know I didn't get run over by a truck or anything. Then again, I didn't exactly want her to know I was in a bar either. So back in those days, if you wanted to use a phone at the bar, you had to go to the bartender and ask to use the phone. So long as you were tipping pretty good, the bartender would usually you use the phone behind the bar - otherwise you'd have to stagger outside and walk down the street looking for a pay phone.
So anyway, this particular occasion, I was able to use the bar phone and I call the wife and I tell her that I'm working late tonight. Of course, you hear all these bar noises in the background like clinking glasses, loud music and laughter. So I wasn't really able to fool her after all.
So nowadays, you got these phones without the wires and you can take them pretty much anywhere. Not sure I want to go back to days when you had to hunt up a pay phone and you had to write everybody's phone number on a scrap of paper that ended up getting lost anyways. But I sure do wish they could do something about all that ringing and ringing.
Nah, you have to keep within the genre. I am torn between a complete cycle of Arnold Schoenberg's 12-tone works and the complete Wagner Ring Cycle (in one sitting) [with Anna Russell commenting behind him].
I would suggest certain works from contemporary German composers.
Although the guilty party might just come to actually be dependent on the stuff.
Stockhausen syndrome, I call it.
You have a deeply diseased mind - I admire that because I resemble that.
"I'm not making this up, y'know."
Audeos are over-the ear. They are really small, though.
Ouch. For that, I sentence you to watch the musical "Paint Your Wagner".
The Clint Eastwood solo is to die for...
Are you sure it's not tinnitus?
Awww, poor dude. As a recovering Luddite, I can sympathise with his mistake. I’ve done the same thing in the doc’s office, thought I’d turned off the dang cell phone only to have it go ringading. Boy, was I mortified. That was when my personal geek squad gave me a tutorial on how to make sure the thing was really powered down. Hope folks cut the concert guy some slack.
I think that is the only problem I don't have with my ears...
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