Saturday, April 08, 2006

How ironic

It seems that when rotten things happen, they are custom tailored to fit what would be the most inopportune misfortune for that recipient.

I heard a story the other night about a certain conductor. Apparently, he was already somewhat physically challenged. This man went up onto stage to conduct an orchestra through a performance. By some means or other he managed to fall off the stage during the performance. Of all the potential outcomes, he ended up breaking his clavicle, thereby rendering him unable to conduct for a good long time. Not his leg. Not a rib bone. Not a good smack on the head. His collar bone.

Another story I came in possession of a while back was that of another conductor. It seems that for some reason or another he had a staff on stage. Possibly for walking purposes. When the orchestra repeatedly refused to play in time he took hold of his staff and began slamming out the beats with the tip of the staff on the wooden stage. It so happened that one of those beats landed on his foot, and shattered it. In short order he contracted gangrene and died. All because he had to deal with lousy musicians.

These are two that I remember off the top of my head. I don't think that it is a coincidence that they are both related to music. If you have an interesting ironic and twisted tale, please voice it.

1 Comments:

Blogger Cyphoid said...

I think now also of Beethoven. Loosing your hearing when you are one of the greatest composers to have ever lived is a bummer.

Being a famous painter, such as Monet, and going blind due to cateracts.

Being someone like Marie Curie, or her daughter Irene Joliot-Curie, and having your life's reasearch kill you.

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