What desperate composer in these nights of snow and ice wouldn´t sell her grannie for a performance ? ( – ” My kingdom for an orchestral performance, a festival appearance, a two weeks´ tour with wild adulation ” kind-of-thing – )
Consider, my icy soul: LESSON ONE – ” My music isn´t bad, only badly played ” ( approximately Schoenberg ) . LESSON TWO – Baking and selling the cake are two distinct skills to be kept permanently separate. Otherwise…
LESSON THREE – consider the greats, sleeping in their snowed-over tumuli; consider the desperate desperation of a Hugo Wolf, an Anton Webern, a Berndt Alois Zimmermann or a Bela Bartók in New York City Hospital . There are others. LESSON FOUR – getting that commission guarantees nothing.
When will this snow stop ?
SNOW FALLING IN GREAT GOBS NOW
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