Aaaaaarghghghghg!
The opera starts with a scream. In the scream you’ll find the DNA of the entire piece; the angst, the drama, the passion, the frustration, the musical elements of the work. All in the scream.
We sometimes love to hate. Is that why characters like Caligula intrigue…
Jokes about Dorian Gray never get old.
anotherdayanotherchancetorescue:
This is incredible.
(via ceciliadlibitum)
ENO Presents John Cage’s Musicircus
I sooooooooo enjoyed taking part in this.
of me
I found a moment of me
in a moment
in a movie
a second
and i was me
again
and then
it left
in a moment
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Composer and broadcaster Robert Worby’s realisation of John Cage’s 4’33”
(by moshi moshi jonas)
Lovely…
They are not my pants.
I can’t sleep.
Hmmm.
Go away day.
He said something
Stupid.
Fragments of my disorganised life pinch me.
I’ll die soon enough.
Fuck off.
Hahaha. She laughs, but only
For a split second.
And her face disintegrates,
replaced by a plate spaghetti bolognaise.
Then a song.
An earworm enters and exists stage left
Singing toreador.
I see the lush green turf fields of Iken.
The glare of the sun.
I’ll die. I will.
I can’t protect my babies forever.
No. I must not spiral
Cancer will get me. It gets us.
Or cars. A fucked up stupid moment.
And we’re gone.
I want to sleep. Please, I want to
Not think.
A broken window. A crucifix.
An echo that lasts forever.
Visa d’arte.
My teeth fall out. I try to cram them all back in.
I have sex with a stranger.
And am wearing just pants in the office.
They are not my pants.
