In an effort to maintain what little sanity I have left I went out on the street yesterday and played music to the birds.
Or should I say the birds serenaded my music.
Keeping an eye out for the grumpy cop, I played Haydn, Bach and Mozart softly. The spring birds sang lustily from nearby trees. Very charming.
One friend remarked to me that the birds seemed to like “my” Mozart. I said that I liked the birds’ music.
Earlier I ran into some videos of an excellent pianist named Hiromi. I picked up on her “Choux a la Creme” which played on the streaming jazz station. And then there’s this:
You tell me what kind of music she is playing. I can close my eyes imagine it is written by Ligetti or some other “contemporary” composer. I quite like it.
This morning I started off listening to BBC Radio 3’s Composer of the Week show on Schubert. Click the pic below to stream it.
My brother recommended a Netflix streaming video of Harlan Ellison’s Dreams with Sharp Teeth. I have been a fan of Ellison’s for years.
This is a pretty clear picture of him, warts and all. He is full of shit, but I do love him and a lot of his writing.
At 72, he makes an excellent grumpy old man.
Ended the day cooking. Made marinated carrots, cubed rutabaga, sweet potato soup (withOUT the chipotle…. it was excellent), and served it to myself with some tabouleh and diet cherry Dr. Pepper. Ahhhhhh.