Hollerisms
"The most beautiful singing is silence!"
(Gábor Hollerung)
A selection of the best
– You took a breath as big as an asthma meeting.
– Italians can even kill with a sound vibrated.
– The problem is that Italian women are Italian from birth. There is no way that young Scandinavian girls will become Italian women.
– This piece is not as easy as it looks, but it’s not that good.
– For example, I can conduct even while taking a shower.
– On the stage in Lindenholzhausen, you’ll feel like a lonely, punctured bag of sawdust.
– The intonator is not like the gladiator…
– Guys, you’re like the Red Army. You talk big, but half of you show up late.
– I want to know who that cow-hippopotamus hybrid in the tenor section is, the one you have to kick and he’s still on “C.”
– I shudder when I look at you, because I think about how much work it would be if you were all cows and I had to herd you somewhere else.
– The problem is that there’s something like a male choir here. Then a bunch of cows come running in and say: nam-nam.
– Do something with yourself, alt, because the music will stop if you’re left alone!
– What’s up, have eggshells grown on your heads?
– You sing like a crackling medieval radio!
– Take all your worries out of your lap and sing!
– Women’s choir! Your reflexes are like those of a hippopotamus!
– I can’t stand it when I’m hanging around here and half of them get off at Kelenföld…
– This isn’t a horn concert, it’s your pent-up emotions!
– The best thing to do here is not to let the air out through your mouth; you have to find another hole…
– The company is a little tired and overworked, but that’s normal, of course.
– Others would be happy to sing something like this, but you are going to perform the oratorio entitled “Four Deaths.”
– You came from the primeval forest, your grandmother was still in the tree!
– Bocca chiusa = with closed ankle…
– Pavlov’s dog is shown the food at least three times, but you don’t even need to be shown it, you’re already drooling.
– /to the women’s choir:/ This is not the tugboats sliding into the Volga!
– …something I’ve always been proud of is that you’re not trained animals, but now you are, because you can only perform in the presence of the trainer!
– …but I am moralized!
– …free fall rolling downhill…
– When is the peak season for lilacs? – In May.
– This is the second time he’s been left out, like a flock that has lost its shepherd.
– Remember, I only lie about big things, never about small things!
– Don’t act like someone sitting in the choir alto, but like someone singing in the choir alto!
– Be a poet if you’re not a musician!
– It’s like a fawn with a wounded wing.
– Dear tenors, I adore each and every one of you, but especially when you’re together like this.
– You are nine-hour dried-up virgins!
– Sometimes singing accurately is more important than enthusiasm.
– I’ll show you when to wave yourself in!
– I’m about to banish the air from this whole line!
– You may say individually: Jesus, but together it sounded like Barabbas.
– They sang like a rattlesnake with kidney problems!
– I can’t stand your helpless crowds.
– Honey, I pulled out the yellow card!
– Anyone who doesn’t get ecstatic here, I’ll shoot them. Marcsi: – How many shots do you have?
– This is not a choir of Stakhanovite ironworkers.
– The composer did not write a sustained note because he could not think of anything more complicated.
– Mr. Feri just had surgery on his hand, so he can only play in minor keys.
– Damn! You guys are so incredibly amoeboid!
– I’m going to step into the soprano now!
– Who’s the crazy person singing “veve” in the bass on the eighth?
– Alto! My dear children! You are worse than the long-term average.
– I would like to understand the essence of what makes you capable of falling back light years!
– Feel free to spit, the brass players will get it, they don’t know which one is theirs and which one is someone else’s anyway.
– It’s so good, it’s like it’s not even you guys.
– It should be the same “F.” Kids, do something with each other!
– It’s exactly the “rrr” that’s delayed.
– Kids, by the way, I read the newspaper (Chor-lap ’89), and you wouldn’t believe that I said those things, they’re so good.
– For those who may not know, Carmen is about an ugly, old, 120-kilogram woman who skis. And this is the Ski Aria!
– Soprano! The problem is that you’re grazing… then a blade of grass flies into your mouth and you realize you have to sing!
– Someone has a blade in their throat, I don’t know how they can survive without bleeding?!?
– With the ‘I’s, I could shave in the morning!!
– A dried-up frog kicking its last in the desert!
– My little swimming cows…
– …Terrible! Please call the unfortunate alto!
– The most beautiful singing is silence!
– You didn’t sing, you spoke at an imaginary pitch!
– …he sings like someone who was made to stand with their hands behind their back in first grade… and has remained that way ever since!
– Compared to you, amoebas are something terribly developed, rhythmic, cube-like things…
– Before singing a piece like this, I would like you to take an IQ test!
– …I don’t even know where the guy threw his brain in this piece… In memoriam Emma!