1. West Berlin 1981.
After my Berliner Kuenstler Programm 1980 ( “Symphonies Of Symphonies Of Wind ” = my first symphony ) ; the Symphony Nr. 2 , ( I counterpoint : ” SOLI ” and ” TUTTI ” ) , I became a guest professor at the Hochschule der Musik where , a few very short years earlier Boris Blacher had taught me : a sense of musical responsibility ; beware all new-born music Fascists; for Gawd’s sake keep a door open for:
form in music , hearable shape .
2. Stuttgart 1982 : Oh Hoelderlin ! Sweet airs and wines above that boiling Kesseltal ” ! Beware the post-war terror and infallible ” we only, ahem, know – contemporary composition, choirs and tin.-whistles and quintets and bagpipes, it all !”
3. Hamburg 1983 till quasi yesterday. Coming from the South, I had just tripped across the Hamburg Musikhochschule’s main portal ( No. There was no one to greet me , to welcome me, I felt instantly a local-Hamburg tollabawns’ ignorance of any saving grace known to Western man . They had justly perfected what ? The snarl. The rictus. Clear your Hanseatic Liberal Throat indeed …. ) . Here was musicality , creativity, plasticity, humanity, normality…. not understood. I gasped. I reeled. I screeched : ” This can not be true ! ”
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