The small-hats destroy music. I woke up at a quarter to 3, turned on the radio, and they've got some interview, big puff piece, on a small-hat who somehow won the Pulitzer Prize for composing some opera about the little match girl or something.
The guy's not musical. He can't sing, he's "not a good keyboard player" and the singing he did, as he admitted, is off key. He seems to be using computers to do a lot of the actual composing. His explanation of how he composes, I thought would be like I would do if I were a composer, you develop it in your head, hear it in your head, can zero in on what the flutes or the tuba would do, etc. He would be better at it than I am, being a composer and all, but no, his explanation is singing tunelessly and using computers for this and that.
But he's a small-hat with small-hat money, whose parents sent him to Stanford to become a doctor because what better profession for blood-suckers than to be able to actually suck blood, literally as well as figuratively in the form of money. But I guess he sensed a better con. And he's working on an opera about the book "The Wealth Of Nations" because what subject is dearer to the small-hats than money?
I will have to study, and listen to, Wagner more. A real, creative, composer who gave us the language of modern music.
I was up all night listing stuff on Ebay, and the illegal night club did its thing but wasn't enough of a bother to call the cops.
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