Good Wednesday,, my peeps! The sun is making a feeble appearance today. Will it stay? It’s early-ish yet. Oh wait, I just looked at the forecast. Rain is coming in to help melt the snow… and cause more lakes and more ice and more… How about we forget the weather and tell a story instead? Today, I have gone Rochellian in my attempt. So thank you, Rochelle, for inspiring us to write better, in a more concise way. This week, our leader has chosen a photo from Anshu Bhojnagarwala, so thank you, Anshu for allowing us to use your photo as inspiration.
Can’t Help Myself
“Glenn! You must stop humming while you play! The microphone is picking it up and ruining the recording.”
“Sorry. I’ll start again.”
“Good. Whenever you are ready.”
Bach’s Goldberg variations resumed as only he could play them.
“I know. I don’t like it and I can’t stop it. Honestly, I would resent any other artist did it. I know it’s a terrible distraction. But my playing will never be as good without a few vocal elaborations. I don’t see why anyone puts up with it. Shall we continue?”
Glenn Gould’s humming can be heard on most of his recordings.
An early recording of a young Glenn Gould.
In later years you needed a good set of earphones. If you wish to take a glimpse of the older Glenn Gould, click here.