“ You shall write music for my supper.
Such a piece shan’t have been heard, ever.
Yet, it shall already be familiar to me.
So much that I may hum its melody.”
“ You shall write music for my supper.
Such a piece shan’t have been heard, ever.
Yet, it shall already be familiar to me.
So much that I may hum its melody.”
When I close my eyes, I still can see myself on the roads and hear my music, as if I were watching a road-movie. Here are old compositions that I’m trying to revive in my memory.
