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!