Do I fellate myself? ( Could I run a whelk stall, could I ? ) How to compose a musical work strong in form and imaginative content and then – they´re not the same thing at all – to guide it towards its natural end, its premiere “realization” in sounds, in time, rhythms, sonic waves… Two problems in one there, often confounded and compounded together. To live my life is not as easy as to cross a ( searingly ) hot field at the end of this African Sun Day. To be continued at the whelk stall.
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