When confronted with names of people I’d never heard of in the voting booth this morning, I suddenly felt a kinship with the imaginary folks in so many classical music critics’ articles who feel bewildered by unfamiliar names in a record store or on a concert program.
When does early music really end?
Music is ultimately more valuable than politics.
An interview with the author of Settling Scores: German Music, Denazification, and The Americans, 1945-1953.
Can you call yourself a composer if no one else does? And why is the performer rather than the composer called the artist in performances and on recordings?
Aside from Michael Jackson’s brushes with the criminal justice system, there is never anything about music on the Times Square news ticker; but maybe that’s okay.
To distinguish between what’s new and what’s old is ultimately a waste of time.
Even when I’m reading fiction, I can’t escape music: in Vikram Seth’s novel, The Golden Gate, the music of Schoenberg is anathema to the protagonist.