Rite of Passage (of sorts)
Today, on foot of symptoms of tiredness and lethargy, I went to the doctor, who told me that I am (slightly) underweight, and possibly also slightly anaemic.
This means two things.
1) I am now well on my way to becoming a proper absent-minded genius.
2) I have license - no, better, a medical obligation - to eat as much as I can.
I am extraordinarily pleased with this.
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I once had the impression that most contemporary music is sad/morose/desperate/tense/etc. I felt that it had lost the simple joy you find in earlier music. Counter-examples found their way to me in time, but none, I suspect, as what I've found in listening to Bartók today. Below is the fourth and final movement of his Music for Strings, Percussion and Celesta.
I've also been listening to his Hungarian somethings (Sketches? Melodies?) (they're on the same CD). They, too, are incredible and joyous.
This means two things.
1) I am now well on my way to becoming a proper absent-minded genius.
2) I have license - no, better, a medical obligation - to eat as much as I can.
I am extraordinarily pleased with this.
--
I once had the impression that most contemporary music is sad/morose/desperate/tense/etc. I felt that it had lost the simple joy you find in earlier music. Counter-examples found their way to me in time, but none, I suspect, as what I've found in listening to Bartók today. Below is the fourth and final movement of his Music for Strings, Percussion and Celesta.
I've also been listening to his Hungarian somethings (Sketches? Melodies?) (they're on the same CD). They, too, are incredible and joyous.