Frank Corcoran

Apparently Germans go all ” Ah!” and “Oh!” and ooze / enthuse when they hear you´re in the land where the lemons ripen… ditto the oranges. Apparently it all goes back to the young Goethe who knew his onions , ripe fruits and all. Then there´s the envy factor which never sleeps apparently. Apparently that´s it; where there´s lizards there´s the snake in the grass. Apparently, if you win a composer´s prize at all, you´re in for it. Unholy haikus and all your works ( and pomps ) and kindly Spring sun.
So keep it dark about the Cello Concerto, would you mind?