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.
Reminds me of the lines from John Dowland’s “His Golden Locks”:
His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And lovers' sonnets turn to holy psalms. A man at arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers which are Age's alms.
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.
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Reminds me of the lines from John Dowland’s “His Golden Locks”:
His helmet now shall make a hive for bees,
And lovers' sonnets turn to holy psalms.
A man at arms must now serve on his knees,
And feed on prayers which are Age's alms.
Steven
Thanks for pointing me to George Peele! I love the image of bees buzzing around an old helmet.
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