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It was a new day yesterday, but it's an old day now.


Ian Anderson


#music

This music, transmitted by loud-speakers, made a masterpiece appear like an amateurish attempt at composition by nimcompoop


Paul Hindemith


#world #music

Nobody can tell you about that sword all that there is to be told of it; for those that know of those paths of Space on which its metals once floated, till Earth caught them one by one as she sailed past on her orbit, have little time to waste on such things as magic and so cannot tell you how the sword was made, and those who know whence poetry is, and the need that man has for song, or know any one of the fifty branches of magic, have little time to waste on such things as science, and so cannot tell you whence its ingredients came. Enough that it was once beyond our Earth and was now here amongst our mundane stones; that it was once but as those stones, and now had something in it such as soft music has; let those that can define it.


Lord Dunsany


#music #poetry #science #swords #music

Having considered Handel's tumultuous opera career and his first term at Covent Garden in the 1730s, perhaps we may dare to suggest he was one of the foremost pioneers in establishing autonomy within the traditional system of music patronage, notwithstanding his efforts to become an independent impressario often proved disappointing.


E.A. Bucchianeri


#composers #covent-garden #handel #impressario #music-patronage

Early Summer, loveliest season, The world is being colored in. While daylight lasts on the horizon, Sudden, throaty blackbirds sing. The dusty-colored cuckoo cuckoos. "Welcome, summer" is what he says. Winter's unimaginable. The wood's a wickerwork of boughs. Summer means the river's shallow, Thirsty horses nose the pools. Long heather spreads out on bog pillows. White bog cotton droops in bloom. Swallows swerve and flicker up. Music starts behind the mountain. There's moss and a lush growth underfoot. Spongy marshland glugs and stutters. Bog banks shine like ravens' wings. The cuckoo keeps on calling welcome. The speckled fish jumps; and the strong Swift warrior is up and running. A little, jumpy, chirpy fellow Hits the highest note there is; The lark sings out his clear tidings. Summer, shimmer, perfect days.


Marie Heaney


#fionn-mac-cumhaill #folklore #ireland #poetry #summer

Alright, let's rock it


Mac Powell


#mac-powell #third-day #music

Write the music your inside-you needs your outside-you to hear.


Eric Whitacre


#heart #music #music

They come here wanting to be loved, and the boys on the stage receive them" from the poem - STAY in the Book - RidingTheEscalator


Jay Woodman


#poetry #love

Many contemporary composers have been building walls of sounds following their own clever devices. But then, who lives inside those rooms?


Toru Takemitsu


#ma #music #takemitsu #music

Pop is about the self in isolation, is non-collective. Even in a crowd screaming at the Beatles, Bay City Rollers or Boyzone, the focus is the externalisation of individual obsession, hormonally induced or otherwise. Pop is not a team sport. Pop is not soccer.


Alistair Fitchett


#pop-music #music






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