Frank Corcoran

irish composer

MARCH 2016 ; I WROTE :

Well, to my mind, the mind intends , craves it, hates and fears the mentally vacuous

– even when preparing to fly South to warmer hours and plants and animals and sights and smells and sauces

Five wintering months maximum, wasn’t so bad after all.

Not too much concentration ; the IRISH DUETS ( Cello and Piano ) and the

PIANO TRIO (with Viola ).

Yet shaping my past music now , what’s the future for 2016?

eg. up-and-coming new orchestral CD . Exciting !

Yes , the mind is stirring, it surveys its remaining time ; I can still imagine great musical shapes and forms.

Flex the shaping muscle. The tones will come.

And good taste also. The ethical. I’ll avoid compromise . Holy shit.

The World and Composed Music – this inherited, miserable scene – I do not take on any responsibility for it thus…

Since Debussy’s death. Gigantic market-forces

at their dirty work of dirtying ears and listening.

Work away in the inner recesses. Keep the head down. Imagine.

Shape the strong stuff.

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