No. the mail exchange with B. has resumed nicely with some witty not particularly kind or even going so far as to say unkind remarks about the Meister. With appropriate replies on my part. Nothing out of the range of what you would expect: he likes everything white - VERY WHITE - and VERY CLEAN. If you drop just a bit of red wine on his WOODEN! rustic table, you get to see what a late-sixty-year-old spasm looks like.
He gives himself to be very busy preparing the recitals he plans to give in a few german towns next july. Funny discussion about Reger:
me: très vives protestations ce matin de la part du flat-mate (qui tartinait avec beaucoup d'application de la confiture aux fraises et à la rubarbe sur une épaisse mais compacte couche de fromage à la crème) lorsque je mis Regers violin sonate c-moll op 93 pour accompagner le petit déjeuner. (folgten gegenseitige und beleidigende Vorwuerfe).
Him: Bon dieu, if I heard Reger while I was "applying myself" to creme cheese, you better believe that the latter would be discovered after my suicide attempt all over the stereo.
I then giving a few unappreciative quotes from critics comtemporaries of Reger, he replies: I loved the Reger quotes. So much so, that I've become my own devil's advocate and I'm going to buy me a couple of CDs of his, also this weekend.
Of course, Reger represents the decadent side of music history, but does one criticize the leaves in fall for having the brashness of painiting themselves with colors other than shades of green? Rachmaninoff and R. Strauss also represent "Bye-bye" to tonality-as-we-know-it, and, like autumn, pull all the stops. I use to think cheaply of them all; I've since grown up.
me: I can't stop listening to Reger anymore. You call it growing up, listening to diese matronenhafte musik. Rightly so! For it is a real late wilhelmine time capsule= on the surface pretentious hausmusik, below the surface pretentious hausmusik: un déversement de matures bouffissures teutones oozing from a dececeptively solid cane chair! grouillantes en plus! overgilt, genially stifling, spewing, no! vigourously squishing pathos (con passione!), neurotic. But compellingly sympatisch. Lieber Reger! mein lieber Reger! musste man damals ein bisschen nachsichtig gesagt haben, der kinna eem wirklich leede tun...nicht ahnend dass es bald heissen wuerde: Schluss mit dieser tonalen gemuetlichkeit! as you say.
He: I loved your orgiastic description of Reger.
Is it possible to develop affection for someone you have never met? I would not have believed it.
I am beginning to see that just a bit 2 ounces? of starchy food (potatoe, boiled unroasted buckwheat groats) at a meal is enough to supply my glucose needs. and bypasses almost all fructose intake. I lusted for nothing as for grapes last night, deambulating in the early evening of a sweltering day.
He gives himself to be very busy preparing the recitals he plans to give in a few german towns next july. Funny discussion about Reger:
me: très vives protestations ce matin de la part du flat-mate (qui tartinait avec beaucoup d'application de la confiture aux fraises et à la rubarbe sur une épaisse mais compacte couche de fromage à la crème) lorsque je mis Regers violin sonate c-moll op 93 pour accompagner le petit déjeuner. (folgten gegenseitige und beleidigende Vorwuerfe).
Him: Bon dieu, if I heard Reger while I was "applying myself" to creme cheese, you better believe that the latter would be discovered after my suicide attempt all over the stereo.
I then giving a few unappreciative quotes from critics comtemporaries of Reger, he replies: I loved the Reger quotes. So much so, that I've become my own devil's advocate and I'm going to buy me a couple of CDs of his, also this weekend.
Of course, Reger represents the decadent side of music history, but does one criticize the leaves in fall for having the brashness of painiting themselves with colors other than shades of green? Rachmaninoff and R. Strauss also represent "Bye-bye" to tonality-as-we-know-it, and, like autumn, pull all the stops. I use to think cheaply of them all; I've since grown up.
me: I can't stop listening to Reger anymore. You call it growing up, listening to diese matronenhafte musik. Rightly so! For it is a real late wilhelmine time capsule= on the surface pretentious hausmusik, below the surface pretentious hausmusik: un déversement de matures bouffissures teutones oozing from a dececeptively solid cane chair! grouillantes en plus! overgilt, genially stifling, spewing, no! vigourously squishing pathos (con passione!), neurotic. But compellingly sympatisch. Lieber Reger! mein lieber Reger! musste man damals ein bisschen nachsichtig gesagt haben, der kinna eem wirklich leede tun...nicht ahnend dass es bald heissen wuerde: Schluss mit dieser tonalen gemuetlichkeit! as you say.
He: I loved your orgiastic description of Reger.
Is it possible to develop affection for someone you have never met? I would not have believed it.
I am beginning to see that just a bit 2 ounces? of starchy food (potatoe, boiled unroasted buckwheat groats) at a meal is enough to supply my glucose needs. and bypasses almost all fructose intake. I lusted for nothing as for grapes last night, deambulating in the early evening of a sweltering day.
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