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.
Saturday, February 05, 2011
Ice Goblin
This morning everything is covered with snow, and this "ice goblin," from yesterday, which is now only a memory (and an image), has softened.
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.
I am active as a composer, a violist, a violinist, a recorder player, and as a teacher. I have been keeping this space in the blogosphere alive with assumptions about music (and assorted other things) since 2005.
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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