I had a conversation about minimalism with a colleague the other day, which caused me to remember that my piano used to belong to this wonderful singer (who also is a compassionate, soulful woman who has suffered great hardship).
This scene from John Adams's Nixon in China has a disturbing resonance with the recent conversations about Communism in the combox here.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
"When I appear, the people hang . . . "
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