The Forum Killed Arkay wrote:
I think my friends and family would have to kill me if I've held off this long, but ended up creating a Facebook account so I could get more Zappa info.
Well this may temp you to join facebook

from Scott Thunes page, Enjoy:
Rehearsal went well. The full orchestra is a sight to behold; it's even more impressive from the inside. The front. Whatever.
The 'band' is set up in front of the podium in a semi-circle-clump. The rear seats have been removed as designed to make more room for us and the 32-member choir that will stand on risers behind the large percussion array. I should count tomorrow, but I think Andrew Glick will be able to tell me exactly how many people there are on stage at one time.
The Soprano, Hila Plitman
http://www.laphil.com/philpedia/hila-plitmann, is fantastic. She's gorgeous - of course - in the way I like (people who know me know my preferences in this regard) - and has style, taste, a massive set of pipes and pitch like nobodies' business. Her high "D" is an amazing thing to behold. Also, she's got them there acting chops making her character of the Journalist particularly funny…
The two male soloists who play Mark and Howard are funny and sound great. They're loving the vibe on stage, making it a goof-fest for them, even in using their serious chops. The guy who plays Mark sounds a shitload like Mark Volman. It's eerie.
Esa-Pekka is even funnier and more engaging in front of the large forces. He is slightly effeminate with his 'purse-arm' mannerism and his method for cupping his mouth to project further: he digs his fingers into the corner of his mouth and raises his voice slightly. It almost looks like he's doing a stage whisper, but I guess, to him, it must be focusing his voice to the area of the orchestra he's aiming at.
After the break, I figured I'd get the score on my laptop. It was annoying trying to follow-along with Joe Travers' drum set score. It was light on essentials and I had a freaking full score. Why am I plodding along with insufficient technology? So I get the laptop and Jamie and I are following along. At some point, Joe figures he'll join in so I put it on my music stand to give us all a view.
Bad choice. It's right in front of the oboist. She has to tap my shoulder and harshly put my joy aside, with a 'it's very distracting'. They've been waiting for me to fuck up so they can pounce. I take my claw marks with requisite humility, apologize, and lick my wounds with the laptop on my lap, where else?
The two people who were told to say 'hi' to me say 'hi'. I shake hands, and enjoy the backstage milling-about. I go up to the symphony's hired electric bass player and give him some glory. He's nice, gives me props as 'the Scott Thunes' and I ask him if he'd like to change places, so I can have the 'hard part'. He smilingly refuses, knowing he's got the better end of the deal. Bastard.