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Not really a musician
There seems to be a constant sense of creeping dissatisfaction in me about what kind of musician I am. I almost don’t feel like I am one. I’ve said before — and I do believe it — that when it comes to...
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You know what it is?
I think I’m just whining. I don’t connect with people over music, mostly because I dislike doing it with others around. I’m not into that whole “Realize The Subtle Shades of Meaning in the Composer’s...
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The end of the road
“Female composers account for only 1.8% of the works performed. When only looking at works from living composers, they account for 14.8%.” Fuck you, classical music. Really, we’re done. This isn’t a...
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*whew*
Nice to finally get all that crap out in the open. Sometimes, the lead-up to having to tell the surgeon, “Go ahead, amputate,” is worse than the act itself.
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BTW …
If you’re going to respond by informing me that the only reason for that 1.8% is because women like me decide not to write classical music, then you can go straight to hell, do not pass go, do not...
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First of the year
Dusty Strings Ravenna 34 We’ll see what happens. This has been brewing for some time, and in retrospect, it’s been influencing me a lot regarding how much commitment I’ve been willing to give the...
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I think I know why.
I always say that I want to be in a good mood at the piano, that it’s a nice happy little island for me, and I don’t enjoy taking my crap to it. I’ve been quite crappy lately mood-wise, though. At the...
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The crap
I think a big part of the crap is that I’m just not that happy with other human beings as a whole. I can’t even say “recently,” because this has been a long, slow buildup of disgust, anger, and...
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Life in a Faraday cage
A Faraday cage is a metallic room used to block out external electromagnetic interference. Named for some dead white guy, natch. Inside a Faraday cage, the outside world of wifi, cell towers, and radio...
View ArticleI’m not sure what the hell I’m doing here again.
Where by “again,” I mean almost four years after I packed it in on this blog. I’ve been messing with my harp blog (Harp Oddities) and my flute blog (Accidental Flutist) for quite some time, and am...
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