Mon Frere, dear brotherself, Hieronymus Whelp thru Zoot Allures 8-trax stax in the backa th'liberry, where today TODAY! I was taken 'round the stax of the Music Division holy frijoles! Walked down aisles and rows past shelves all FULLA crazymany kindamagics, all these musics written down, codified, organizized, and laid on down forever and on. As long as our culture survives and guaranteed longer, these peeple's songs can bee sung, that is, until the Sun . . . stone cold blows up. * Scorching-Hot Composer action, passing handwritten names on archive boxes, some loose folders, pages, posters: Rossini, Koussevitzky, Mozart, Bernstein, Beethoven > saw a LIVE Porgy & Bess score Yes! George Gershwin inkings in close I see'd these pages I know I did! Past more shelves fulla scores and notes and financial records and personal correspondence of Thousandes of Greates of Music, so fun, saw Sergei Rachmaninoff's desk and chair!! What the heck was that doing there? Two interesting nouns in my workbuilding: whatta pair. Later, Amazingly, I turned around quickly and found myself looking right @ the Charles Ives section, top to bottom. Well, middle to top, then down thru middle again and bottom, while class filed passt. * Flipp'd thru an AARON COPLAND score! All the pages were in their own plastic so I was free to freely flip fabulous and I discovered he was so much neater than I'd seen of him before, then I realize he's trying to do a good job, cuz it's for someone, a presentation. He had simply written "Ballet" on it, on others he called it "Martha's Ballet." Martha Graham was creating the dancing. It was to be dedicated to Elizabeth Sprague Coolidge at the Library of Congress, and it was to be called APPALACHIAN SPRING. Hot dog, you ding-a-ling! I love that thing! What soundes! Hell Yes!
06 March 2007
LIVE'N'DIRECT
Mon Frere, dear brotherself, Hieronymus Whelp thru Zoot Allures 8-trax stax in the backa th'liberry, where today TODAY! I was taken 'round the stax of the Music Division holy frijoles! Walked down aisles and rows past shelves all FULLA crazymany kindamagics, all these musics written down, codified, organizized, and laid on down forever and on. As long as our culture survives and guaranteed longer, these peeple's songs can bee sung, that is, until the Sun . . . stone cold blows up. * Scorching-Hot Composer action, passing handwritten names on archive boxes, some loose folders, pages, posters: Rossini, Koussevitzky, Mozart, Bernstein, Beethoven > saw a LIVE Porgy & Bess score Yes! George Gershwin inkings in close I see'd these pages I know I did! Past more shelves fulla scores and notes and financial records and personal correspondence of Thousandes of Greates of Music, so fun, saw Sergei Rachmaninoff's desk and chair!! What the heck was that doing there? Two interesting nouns in my workbuilding: whatta pair. Later, Amazingly, I turned around quickly and found myself looking right @ the Charles Ives section, top to bottom. Well, middle to top, then down thru middle again and bottom, while class filed passt. * Flipp'd thru an AARON COPLAND score! All the pages were in their own plastic so I was free to freely flip fabulous and I discovered he was so much neater than I'd seen of him before, then I realize he's trying to do a good job, cuz it's for someone, a presentation. He had simply written "Ballet" on it, on others he called it "Martha's Ballet." Martha Graham was creating the dancing. It was to be dedicated to Elizabeth Sprague Coolidge at the Library of Congress, and it was to be called APPALACHIAN SPRING. Hot dog, you ding-a-ling! I love that thing! What soundes! Hell Yes!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Heaven must be missing an angel.
Post a Comment