Stradivarius Violin Turned In At Swiss Lost-And-Found Office

“A Stradivarius violin – possibly worth several million euros – was handed in at a Swiss lost-property office after a hapless musician left it on a train … The owner had lent the precious instrument to a musician friend who took it on a train on Friday but forgot it when he got off at Bern … Police did not disclose the names of anyone involved, nor the value of the instrument.”

Where Pianos Go To Die

“The value of used pianos, especially uprights, has plummeted in recent years. So instead of selling them to a neighbor, donating them to a church or just passing them along to a relative, owners are far more likely to discard them, technicians, movers and dealers say. Piano movers are making regular runs to the dump, becoming adept at dismantling instruments, selling parts to artists, even burning them for firewood.”

What Music Can And Can’t Do

“There has been a pernicious fallacy that music sets up moods and can be used for the control of the masses, a tenet that equates the arts with government and/or religion. Again, the arts can enhance the methods used to shape the thinking and actions of groups of people, but cannot be equated as a method for doing so.”

A Musical End For Pianos, In The Landfill

“The value of used pianos, especially uprights, has plummeted in recent years. So instead of selling them to a neighbor, donating them to a church or just passing them along to a relative, owners are far more likely to discard them, technicians, movers and dealers say. Piano movers are making regular runs to the dump, becoming adept at dismantling instruments, selling parts to artists, even burning them for firewood.”

Another Classical Music Store Bites The Dust (Wait, There Still Was One Somewhere?)

“What! No more wandering up and down those creaky-floorboard aisles tucked below the high-octane din of Music Millennium’s bigger, brassier boom of sound next door? Entering Classical Millennium was – is – like tumbling into a particularly inviting rabbit hole, with rarefied attractions so exotic and alluring that you might not reemerge for hours. And when eventually you do, you’re likely to be ever so slightly, and fortuitously, changed.” But not after September, when the Portland, Ore., institution folds into its parent company.

Opera Gone Wild: The (New) Baroque In Europe

“Nothing had prefigured the opera’s Bacchus as she sauntered toward the audience: an immensely large, nearly naked woman — so large that my first thought was that her enormous breasts were prostheses. When she had nearly reached the edge of the stage, she stopped, silent and self-satisfied, as the chorus stood around her and caressed her, rubbing her breasts as they invoked the god in song. This was not the Baroque of waistcoats and powdered wigs, of delicate dances and imperiously raised index fingers.”