Oh, the chords you'll noodle!
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
Shared by my friend, the late Ivan Moody:
...even from the concentration camps, we have poetry, we have music, we have visual art; it wasn’t just this one fanatic...many, many people created art. Why? Well, in a place where people are only focused on survival, on the bare necessities, the obvious conclusion is that art must be, somehow, essential for life. The camps were without money, without hope, without commerce, without recreation, without basic respect, but they were not without art. Art is part of survival; art is part of the human spirit, an unquenchable expression of who we are. Art is one of the ways in which we say, “I am alive, and my life has meaning.”
— Karl Paulnak
The 7th of October is somehow a big day in Henningmusick. Eleven years ago today we created the Première of The Mystic Trumpeter. And four years ago today, the fabulous Rose Hegele & al. did likewise for The Orpheus of Lowell.
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