For reasons too complex to get into, Frank went looking for composer Jacob A. Barton’s website (which doesn’t exist) and ended up listening to a microtonal podcast which led him to the discovery of this guy which then connected him to this guy and to this organization. If you think that plotline sounds convoluted, blame the influence of R. Kelly on my wayward ears.
More than 1,000 accordionists have descended on Washington, D.C.; elsewhere, one man is looking at the more than 1,000 CDs on his desk. And that’s only the beginning of the madness! Conductors are suing their musicians, old doo-wop acts are suing new doo-wop acts, indie rockers are wearing affectionate Pierre Boulez t-shirts, and opera singers are doing drugs. Most frightening of all is this guy, who spends an awful lot of time staring at records.
It’s Friday. Pencils out. Pop quiz!