This morning everything is covered with snow, and this "ice goblin," from yesterday, which is now only a memory (and an image), has softened.
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Music is a mystery for people who play it, write it, listen to it, and write about it. The only thing I can really do when I try to say something about music is assume.
- Elaine Fine
- I am active as a composer, a violist, a violinist, a recorder player, a CD reviewer, and as a teacher. I began my professional musical life as a flutist, and spent a lot of quality time as a baroque flutist, but both of those instruments spend their time tucked away in a drawer, while my violin, viola, and my viola d'amore are often tucked under my chin.
SEE AND HEAR MUSIC I HAVE WRITTEN
Blogs I read
- Arnold Steinhardt's Key of Strawberry
- A View from the Podium
- Africlassical
- Alex Shapiro's Notes from the Kelp
- Billevesees
- Charles Noble's Daily Observations
- Con Spirito
- Contrapuntalism
- Eric Edberg
- Everything But the Music
- Fugue State
- Holde Kunst
- Iron Tongue of Midnight
- Jason Heath
- Magic Moments (Marjorie Kransberg-Talvi)
- Michael Monroe's Musings
- Musical Perceptions
- New Music Box
- New Music Reblog
- Oboe Insight
- On an Overgrown Path
- Orange Crate Art
- Paleo-Future
- Prufrock's Dilemma
- Pytheas Talk
- Renewable Music
- Roger Bourland
- Sequenza 21
- Soho the Dog
- The Big List of Classical Music Blogs
- The Rehearsal Studio
- The Rest is Noise
Links
- Thematic Catalog (a catalog of music I have written)
- My American Music Center Page
- Subito Music Store
- My Living Music Center webpage
- Classical TV
- Instant Encore
- Neue Mozart Ausgabe
- Martha Argerich Multimedia
- Music and Texts of Gary Bachlund
- Art Song Central
- Bach Musical Offering Website
- Werner Icking Music Archive
- Historical Political Songs (Parlor Songs)
- Sounds and Fury Musical Jokes
- My Piano Friends
- Favorite Classical Composers
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2 comments:
Oh no! My tree!
I should comment on Ben's comment. One arbor day, when he was in the third grade, Ben, who is now 21, came home from school with a tiny 4-inch sapling. He insisted that it needed to be planted right away, so we dug a hole, and planted it. It is currently suffering the growing pains of tree adolescence with its icy (and as of today snowy) burden, but we know it will pull through.
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