how it ends?

No, Chameleon isn’t disbanding and even if they were, there’s still one more concert in the season. Nor am I hanging up my, uh, keyboard. I think it’s just to pair with origin stories. This was planned in advance. The full quote from Finnegans Wake is “What has gone? How it ends? Begin to forget it. It will remember itself from every sides, with all gestures, in each our word. Today’s truth, tomorrow’s trend. Forget, remember.”
It’s all about cycles, memory, the passage of time, isolation.
I’m surprised we haven’t got an “are you tired of winning yet cause i’m not tired of winning yet” from John C. Wright but we do have Brad Torgersen begging “trust the plan! why aren’t you trusting the plan?”

Maurice Ravel, Sonata No. 1 for violin & piano “Posthume”
In France, the composers were innovative and the establishment was reactionary.
Ravel wrote this in 1897, performed it on piano with George Enescu on violin, completed only one movement, an d then shelved it and forgot about it. And then it was released with the subtitle posthume, which is le French for posthumous, or “after burial.”
Someone behind me, Gail I think her name was, was from New York, and she was talking about how New York isn’t as avant-garde (as Boston? As people think it is?)

Richard Rodney Bennett, After Syrinx I for oboe & piano
He did the soundtrack to the Gormenghast miniseries and that’s how I know about him.
This is the first in a series of works based on deconstruction of Debussy’s Syrinx for flute, followed by After Syrinx II for marimba, the Tango After Syrinx, the Sonata After Syrinx, and Dreamdancing.

Laura Schwendinger, Ghost House for soprano, flute, clarinet, violin, cello, piano & percussion
Instruments flit in and out while a soprano sings a Robert Frost poem.
When I copied it originally, it was just called “world premiere” and the booklet mentions the environment, the time when our allies were our friends, and when bigotry was not acceptable, a world that sadly no longer exists, so maybe this was a reaction. This must’ve been in the planning stages before all that stuff bit us in the ass.
The composer said she wrote this in the wake of the deaths of her father (or was it mother?) and sister in a short time.


Olivier Messiaen, Pièce pour piano et quatuor à cordes
He wrote this at age 93 and crammed all his Messiaen-isms (additive rhythms, block chords that represent the colors of his synesthesia, palindromes, and the song of a garden warbler) into a three minute work.

Gabriel Fauré, Piano Quintet No. 2 in c minor, Op. 115
This was written at a time when hearing problems meant he’d hear distortion in low sounds so he didn’t include those.

I met a shih tzu named Kissy.

I got a Fantastic Falafel at the Hummus Shop, which has falafels (duh), hummus and tahini (also duh. I mean. Duh.) and also cucumber salad and arugula and sprouts and zhoug, which they spell as schug. I should've gotten spicy pickles but whatevs.

There was a rodo in Andrew Station.

Grace isn’t an artist. It was hard to have a conversation because the train was so loud. I also think it might’ve been the same train because all the advertisements were Dave Portnoy shilling some scratch ticket thing.
Adrian does art and he also plays guitar.

burning question: how fucking dumb can a person be and still get away with being seen as smart? Because Elon’s trying to find that point.