Frank Corcoran

irish composer

FOND MEMORIES NOW HAPPILY SLIPPING

FUNNY ENOUGH , HAMBURG WASN’T FUNNY . Frank Corcoran

Yes, I was highminded.

I was expecing high ethical standards , poor fool, as I slithered up from Stuttgart

to that infamous , unhealthy Milchstrasse Bus-stop !

Yes, my step teetered over the threshold into that Budge Palais.

No welcome! Nobody to shake the hand and mutter “Willkommen !” No one.

Too soon I saw how several colleagues died their too-early cancer-death – and too soon after being pensioned.

( Was it those asbestos blackboards ? Was it their colleagues’ HATE ?

Was it the Hamburg Gestapo Gauleiter who had tortured just there where I had to take my modest lunch in

thebuilding’s bemused bowels ? )

Elsewhere I have written about Werner Kruetzi’s Minor Nobel Prize , Just Missed, for his famous

” The- Distance-From-My-Luebeck-Mistress’s Bed -To -My-Hochschule-Lectures ” Algorhythm.

“THEORY” was largely a bad joke

– Palestrina ( ? ) counterpoint and Bach ( ? ) Chorales and , well, WHAT ?

Not good.

But ” COMPOSITION ” was an even bigger joke.Yes, Werner helped to poach from the (vanishing ) post- Ligeti

pool of students.

And all this from colleagues who had never, never composed a single five thirteenths bar – or its sequences.

Was this good ? For our students ? Intelligent ? Weep, weep.

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