Every night, Barry fights to keep it in.
From the Bureau of Sentimental Claptrap: “We don’t have tomorrow, but we had yesterday.”
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
To bigotry no sanction.
— Geo. Washington
Twelve years ago today: The Mystic Trumpeter is done! That's a wrap on the Op.113 № 1. [18 Aug 2016]
Today I made a start on a piece for two bass clarinets in memory of the sister we lost, Lamentatio pro sorore sua. She died alone, no one checking in on her (not even—or rather, most particularly—her deadbeat husband) of a diabetic coma. The raw fact is that if she had simply married even a moderately decent human being, our sister should still be with us.
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