You can Telemann by where he likes to live. I just Toch a trip Orff
into one of the Wilder areas Faure Wieck, and to be Verdi Franck, it
nearly drove Menotti.
I know opinion Varese, but even Vivaldi urban noises, the Bizet
traffic, De Falla engines, as well as knowing there are Mennin the
streets Callas enough to knock your Bloch off, I couldn't resist the
urge to Galuppi home early Satie, and I Haieff to say I Still prefer
the Mitropoulos.
The Boyce were Sor that I had Gibbons up and succumbed to the Riegger
of the Field so easily, but I don't give a Schuetz.
I was practically Krein from my Severacs and Pains brought on by
that brief time in the countryside! Even the sounds got my Dandrieu
up; let me Liszt some of them: the Rorem of the wind, a constant
Birtwhistle, the Menuhin of the Katz, the Lipatti-Patti-Glinka-Poulenc
of the Reiner on the roof, theGluck-Gluck of the hens, and every
morning a woodpecker or some Byrd Chopin holes in a Tree. My only
company was a Thorne Busch, a Partch of poison Ives, a Braun Babbit,
and sometimes a Wolf, nothing Moore. For a Forrest Grainger it may
be Fine -- it may be the Katz Milhaud -- but I could have died of
Borodin. A friend suggested my making this Tureck; "Abegg" his
pardon, but I will never go Bach to those Gotterdaemmerung Hillis.
They Suk!
No, I don't care for the Ruggles life. I like a good Mehul - a little
Suppe, some Szigeti, maybe some Salome at my local Taverner with a
little lime Schubert after (even if they don't always clear the Crumbs
off the table). And I like to Locatelli while I'm Eaton Maderna at
night. Is that asking for Egk in Meyerbeer?
Nono! So many people Berio themselves under a Holst of problems they
know they can't Handel. Their answer is too Offenbach to nature -
into Haydn, it seems to me. I Karajan a d'Indy life in the Berg for
the most Paert. Maybe it isn't Perle Bliss for everybody, but it's
Godunov for me!
Max Starkenburg (not the author)
http://maxstarkenburg.com
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