Hey all, I just want to say thanks to those who have been reading the short stories on my blog. I would like to get some feedback from people. Were they enjoyable/interesting/thoughtful? Original? Currently I'm too busy to write more, and busyness sucks away my inspiration anyway. In many ways, this is just my hobby, and I don't really mean to publish them besides as free posts here, that is, unless I'm well supported. But generally I write to relax, dream, and feel inspired by music again. Maybe
Updated Oct-12-2012 at 22:55 by Huilunsoittaja
This month, we will have two Once Upon the Internet posts, covering the two books of preludes for piano by Claude Debussy.
Claude Debussy's Préludes are divided into two separate livres (or books) of twelve preludes each. Unlike previous collections of preludes, such as those of J.S. Bach and Chopin, Debussy's do not follow a strict pattern of key signatures.
Each book was written in a matter of months, at an unusually
Updated Nov-18-2012 at 17:52 by itywltmt
The music selections I chose to explore today are, in a sense, speculative works – that is to say, works written (one could think) in anticipation of a stage work. All of the pieces I chose are intended either to depict stage music, or suggest stage music, whilst not necessarily designed to accompany any specific stage work – other, maybe, than the type of stage performance, be it a theatrical play, a ballet or an opera.
Let’s start with the
Updated Oct-02-2012 at 11:29 by itywltmt
6 months passed.
It was a chill winter's night in December. Some dry snow was on the ground, being swept around by the swirling breezes coming through the streets. But inside the City Concert Hall, it was warm and lively. A huge crowd had formed in its lobby which spilled out into the street, waiting to be seated for the Premiere of Andrei Gavrilov's Symphony No. 2, the "Regeneration" Symphony.
Andrei and Nadia were up on the top level in
Nadia returned to her empty home dejectedly. She slept poorly that night because of her racing thoughts.
"Just wait until tomorrow, then everything will be resolved," one thought would go, but other thoughts immediately followed:
"What if I've made a mistake? What if I'm just over-thinking it all? What if Andrei's intentions aren't at all what I thought they were, and he just wants to be my friend? 'Just friends' he might say. Just friends... but I don't