Bwaha. Productive day. Well, not really, but it feels like it. German diction will be a breeze, 20th-century Theory is actually going to be interesting, and Foundations of Linguistic Theory is going to be tons of fun. Oh, but why lie; it's Theory that made my day, for once. The teacher is Dr. Anthony Brandt, who refers to himself as Tony, and he's a composer on the lecture-interest level of Lavenda, except more objective. He's great to listen to, and Andrew will die when I list the composers whose work we're studying. It is going to be so much fun. Started out, first day, by declaring himself a protector of consciousness. In all my confused ramblings about music's lack of worth, I never really considered that; we're people who think and imagine in a dearth of thinking and imagination. I almost cried. He went on to explain that in no other art is the situation as unhealthy as ours, progression-wise. No one listens to new music, sure; that's established. Even worse, though, is that no one performs it. No one may go to the modern art galleries, but they're still there. Modern dance is alive and well. Modern literature... no one's going to exclude Hemingway form the greats and claim Jane Austen was the peak of writing.
In any case, good class. Guess what the midterm project is? Invent an instrument and compose a piece for it! I shall work feverishly in the memory of Avalon, but not with a sink and hubcaps. I'm thinking wood and rubber.
Looking forward to comp club concert. And then first voice lesson of the year. I have Faure!
In any case, good class. Guess what the midterm project is? Invent an instrument and compose a piece for it! I shall work feverishly in the memory of Avalon, but not with a sink and hubcaps. I'm thinking wood and rubber.
Looking forward to comp club concert. And then first voice lesson of the year. I have Faure!
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