I was sufficiently industrious, and my plan for the coda sorted out so very satisfactorily, that I reached the final double-bar of Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail, Opus 200 this afternoon. It occurs to me that on reading this post from yesterday, and its report of Let’s snitch this from one piece, and snaffle that from another (nor will reporting today that the coda consists of the Point of Imitation of the Opus 204 do anything to quell such a, erm, construction) that one mighr suppose the newly completed piece to present some sort of Frankensteinian patchwork. Episodic it is, I do stipulate, but I find it musically coherent, and highly colorful. Although the MIDI “realization” has more than its share of æsthetic excrescences, I have been doing to Listen to Destruction test, and I stand by the piece. I am entirely pleased.
Although I have not yet watched Weird: the Al Yankovich Story, the following occurs to me:
Growing up in the Midwest and learning to play th accordion—not weird in the least.
Having a lively wit which at times expresses itself in parodymg popular songs—not weird in the least.
Succeeding in building an international career out of those raw materials—weird, and in the best possible way.
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