It’s the voodoo. That horrible, Kuru-inducing zombie voodoo.
These are heady times for the League of American Orchestras (LAO) and their ilk. True, their suits have grown a tad more maggot-ridden since their early ASOL days. But churning out full-throated, industry-consuming zombie administrators has proven decidedly lucrative. Plus, it provides for quality time with the family at supper, namely because supper is the family. The only problem is: musicians coming late to the table are getting the cold shoulder.
Hardly a week goes by without another orchestra lockout, strike, or cannibalistic feeding frenzy. This week, it’s Seattle, and for those who are paying attention, something smells funky about the League’s stewardship.
I wrote some extensive rebuttal in the comments, as did a few others. The whole thing is worth checking out, if only to see a highly distilled and reality-free display of magical thinking.