Skip to main content

Call It What You Will

I am in the middle of that one week out of the year when the orchestra and the summer band overlap with four assorted rehearsals and a concert all in one week. When I sat down to think through the schedule, I made a mental note of the dates and times of the orchestra rehearsals and then the band practice. I must have done that three times just to make sure I wouldn't forget anything, and each time I used the word "rehearsal" when thinking of the orchestra and the word "practice" when thinking of band. I wondered why that was, and I wondered why I would never switch the two. To me, orchestra practice and band rehearsal don't seem to be matched phrases. Maybe it depends on the groups. Maybe if the band weren't such a bang-splat-crash ensemble, it would feel more like a rehearsal and less like a practice. And maybe if the orchestra were to play in some filthy garage and tell jokes when the conductor sets down his baton, it would seem more like a practice and less like a rehearsal. This may sound illogical, but that's how I think of it all.

Funny how some words don't seem interchangeable even though they are. I belong to an orchestra that some people call a symphony, as in "I'm going to the symphony this evening." The real name of my orchestra is the Tuscarawas Philharmonic, and members often shorten it to The Phil. London has a Philharmonic Orchestra, but it also has a Symphony Orchestra. So, what's the difference? Absolutely nothing. They just chose those names to distinguish the two groups. We could call ourselves the Tuscarawas Symphony Orchestra and still be the exact same group playing the same music with the same number of people.

"Philharmonic" means lover of music, like "philanthropy" means lover of mankind, and it's nothing but a sentimental word for an orchestra. The orchestra was the space in front of the stage in ancient Greek theaters. It literally means "dancing space," and it was where the chorus stood so they could interact with the performers on stage. Now it means a large musical group performing things like symphonies. A symphony is a classical piece of music with at least three movements, but it's now also the group that performs it. The thing is, a symphony, like the one in London, can play a hoedown or a pop tune and still be a symphony. It can all be very confusing if you try to assign too much meaning to the words.

I think all these extra words are nothing but marketing, like people who use their middle names to make themselves sound bigger than they are, especially the types who turn their first names into an initial. Over the weekend, Daughter No. 1 and I helped sort donated canned goods at the food bank, and No. 1 found a can that read, "Very Small Young Early Baby Peas," or something equally redundant. "Baby peas" would have been sufficient, but it wouldn't sound distinctive. How lucky of the needy family who gets that can instead of the plain old can of baby peas. They'll appreciate it even more if they consider themselves philpeas, or maybe vegephiles.

Call it what you want—I am a proud member of the Tuscarawas Lovers of Music in the Dancing Space. This week I'll rehearse the Beethoven symphony and practice the Holst suite, or maybe I'll practice the symphony and rehearse the suite...nope, that just doesn't sound right. I'll keep my terms separated—just as long as I show up to the right group on the right day at the right time and play my horn with all I've got to give. I am a cornophile, or maybe I'm a philcorno.

Comments

dive said…
A "bang-splat-crash ensemble"? That sounds SO much fun, Robyn.

What a wonderful post this is. It had me grinning and giggling all the way through it.
I only wish I could be there to hear you play in the Tuscarawas Lovers of Music in the Dancing Space.
And also the band (filthy jokes included).
Splendid!
Shazza said…
LOL I love the way you write! Lot's of fun to read...and educational too!
Scout said…
Dive, it's the garage that's filthy, not the jokes. I suppose there are filthy jokes spread around, but I don't usually hear them from where I sit.

Shazza, thank you! I try to share what I learn with other people, but you never know when I'm making something up or when I am sharing facts. hee hee
Maria said…
Do you differ in dress with the groups? My partner often plays with the symphony and wears black and then plays with the orchestra and they wear evening attire.

I think black looks better.
Shan said…
You ARE super busy! At least you have time to educate fellow cornophiles along the way! I came over here expecting a swimsuit but whatever, no time for the important stuff huh? Well, I posted in minimicro on Lynns and Mme so that was pretty racy. Ok, then. You're busy tooting your other horn I get it. Enjoy! S.Coan(my middle name of course)
MmeBenaut said…
"Cornophile" I like that one. You are funny, Robyn. For a person who knows not very much about music (playing it, that is) I'm getting quite an education too. Fantastic.

Popular posts from this blog

Classic Green Bean Bake

In anticipation of Thanksgiving, I feel I must post a recipe with plenty of good old American tradition. The classic Green Bean Bake was invented in 1955 by Dorcas Reilly, a home economist who worked for the Campbell's Soup Company. A study was done determining that 50% of all Americans have eaten the classic Green Bean Bake, and 38% of those believe it is best served during the holidays, mainly Thanksgiving. So, for the other 50% and for those in other countries where this dish may be unfamiliar--my treat: The Classic Green Bean Bake serves 6 to 8 1 can Campbell's Cream of Mushroom Soup 1/2 cup milk 1 teaspoon soy sauce Dash of fresh pepper 1 20-oz. bag frozen cut green beans, thawed* 1 2.8 oz can French-fried onions -Preheat the oven to 350 F -In a casserole dish, combine the soup, milk, soy sauce and pepper. Stir in the green beans and half of the onions. -Bake until bubbling, about 25 minutes. Top with the remaining onions and bake for 5 more minutes. Serve hot. *Or cook 1 ...

Bring On the Bombs

In today's edition : I generally try to keep on top of cultural trends even if I don’t adopt them, but there is a growing movement that I have only just discovered. Not long ago, I was walking along in Berkeley, California while visiting my daughter, and I saw a signpost that had been covered with yarn, like someone had sewn a knitted scarf to it. It was colorful and randomly striped, and I pointed it out as if it were the most unusual thing in the world. That’s when my daughter explained the nature of what is known as yarn bombing. It’s when knitters attach something they’ve created to a public object, most often doing their deed stealthily and anonymously. They leave a “bomb,” so to speak, for no other purpose than to brighten up the place and to bring a little cheer to those passing by. Their work has been equated with graffiti, except that the woven yarn is not permanently installed and does no damage to the object it covers. And instead of signifying the territory of a street ...

Cindy Loo Who In October

What is it with people and Cindy Loo Who? Of my last one hundred blog hits, forty have been direct visits from regular readers, and fifteen have been as a result of people searching for "Cindy Loo Who," the little pixie from Seuss's How The Grinch Stole Christmas . A couple of years ago, I posted an image of the original Seuss illustration as compared to the TV cartoon image, and for some reason, that post is bringing in the crowds, relatively. Maybe it's the weather. It isn't even November yet, and already we've had frost and have had to dust off our winter coats. When it gets cold like this, I start to think about Christmasy things like listening to Nat King Cole and decorating the tree. It's ironic because I am offended when retailers start pushing holiday stuff early, but I don't mind my own private celebrations. When my sister and I were much younger and still living with our parents, we would pick a day in July, close the curtains to darken the ...