This site was created by a classical musician who was busy waiting for a concert to start. It seemed like a good idea at the time…
There’s a beautiful spirit of irreverence and mischief amongst classical musicians that is rarely visible to the world. This humble site asks: what would it be like if the sorts of things we say to each other in green rooms, on trains, and under great pressure from impossibly high standards and a precarious industry, could be captured and shared?
Would it spark joy and wonder, like one of Mozart’s masterpieces? Or would it perhaps be moderately enjoyable, like his first two hundred or so pieces?
13 thoughts on “About Throwcase”
Please clear up a problem for me. I have been racking my brain trying to understand why you call your blog “Throwcase.” I know you are a pianist so is it that you have accompanied a particularly uppity violinist and were seized by the desire to throw his (violin) case (without the violin in it, I hope) out the window (and maybe him, too)? Or do you throw around piano cases to keep in shape and to convince uppity violinist to be a lot less uppity? Please resolve this for me.This and the search for the unified theory of quantum mechanics are keeping me up at night. Sincerely, A Perplexed (and very unassuming) Violinist.
Glad you have been thinking about it!
That was the plan.
On behalf of uppity violinists everywhere, at least please tell me you don’t have it in for us? I need to sleep at night without worrying about deranged (or justifiably irritated) pianists. A Perplexed (and very tired) Violinist.
No connection to any violinists, don’t worry. I often work with singers, so I’m not afraid of the odd crazy string-player!
dear Throwcase, thank you so much for this intersting yet so confidential survey of what and how the world should look like.
May i suggest you a little corner which can amuse you?
i think there are some similarities.
What a fascinatingly weird site.
You, sir/madam, are a Verbarast…a word molester. Well done. Don’t forget you must make your presence known to local literary authorities when you move.
I like the term “verbarast”. I might steal that one.
Check out the ‘Illogic’ articles too for even more verbarasty.
Purloin away! A recent coinage, it has been languishing, little used. To us verbarasts (oui, mea culpa aussi) it’s all chowder.
Forgot to alloy my thanks for your Illogic! Neither bood nor gad, but fully both, as behooves ill fine magic.
You magical my morning!
Oh, the Grand Old Duke of York
He had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And he had them all again
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