I remember saying to a classmate of mine at the U of M as a Flute Performance Major that one day there would “be a Minnegeddon at Orchestra Hall.” His name was Greg. That was some time ago (during the time I was taking lessons with the then Principal Flute but prior to the time when I was encouraged by another player to practice on the darkened stage at Orchestra Hall every week or so).
Last summer, when I was writing the episode “Minnegeddon” for PIPER TO THE ALTERNATIVE, I repeatedly shared my concept of what I thought this would involve. This was before the lockout. But did anyone listen to me? Of course not. Laugh. Titter. Pat on the head. Grrrr…
Now here we are, nearly a year later. Everything is down to the wire. Neither side has as yet made a viable offer or counteroffer. Even Mayor Rybak is fed up. “Why not just try to talk to the one player who understands what is happening here,” I say, in as many different ways as I can. “Which one?” “You know…the one who has been leading everyone astray.” Pause. Yawn. Giggle. Titter. Dismissal.
Bwaaahhh!
Le Chant du Rossignol...(song of the nightingale) 