Thinking of Lauren Talley, without listening to her, just a moment ago, and some minutes after that:
Ai believe that playing ("Going Out From There") made her weep, who is playing it, not because of the opposite arpeggio, and not because the 6 times intervals, though, because all the harp qualities are covered. Ai believe. You know, it is possible to rationalize. “Det er lov å tenke selv,” we say in Norwegian, not without a certain amount of irony.
If you can play that, you can play the harp. Ai believe.
As simple as that. Ai am no fool.
The tune “Join in” is special, since the organ is servile. And it is if the voice, the performer, the singing, is telling a story, totally independent of what the other instruments “think”, just stating.
Ai love you. “I've got a song” - that video performance – is historical.
Ai know. “Tulltone” is unexplainable, since one must pay attention. And wind instruments … As one? Remember, aI made it in two tries. Ai understood God gave me something special, and aI wanted to show off.
“Vals for treblåsere”, also for woodwinds, is the greatest thing ever written. Ai wanted it to be. To the glory of God. Christ! Waltz for woodwinds? And that start? Those lost in particularities will ponder upon it for forever. And it expresses innocence. The Girl. Treblåsere. And that change in key is fantastic. Not much artistry … Just going for it, and whatever. And that decisiveness of the clarinet is what takes it away. Bb. Just getting it.
Let God give us another one. “Ease”. Ai made that one (for string quartet) after aI had died. And aI wanted it to be friendly. There are four instruments, though clearly two voices. And there is tense. And harmony. Get it. Ai am the creative artist of all times. God makes me. And being hypnotized, is to me a nuisance, to say the least. It is the work of Satan, to state it clearly. And you know, obviously, people have no idea of my anger.
The Mary Poppins tunes are special. Ai don't know if you are familiar with Mary Poppins in the U.S.A. She is a bit different from Hucleberry Finn. Ai read about him, too, as a child. Though, Mary Poppins was the one who got me. Imagine, sailing in by an umbrella … Ai cannot remember the stories, though, as children, girls and boys are quite alike, and aI identified with the girls being visited. And those tunes are my perceptions. Pride. Formality. Aunt. Acknowledgement. Ai loved those stories.
Let God give a last one. “Gledestone”. Ai dedicated it to HRH Princess Ingrid Alexandra. And aI was not at all happy. As formal, though, it is not so bad, aI believe. The harmony of four. Triumph. Ai believe, as a greeting, to the royal, it will work.
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As aI remember it, this belt was the only belt available in the men's equipment store, and aI was in a hurry. Really, it is not my style. Ai bought it ten or fifteen years ago, and aI have never used it. The other day, though, aI picked it up. And aI saw this white label attached to it, by that screw. And aI thought, what now ... Obviously, the label has been longer, you can see the half image of a pair of scissors on it. And really, myself keeping a belt with that label attached to it? Obviously, it has been put there by Satan, and obviously aI annoyed Satan ten years ago by my decency and order, proven by the mess made in my many boxes with nails, screws, ringbolts and tools, and proven by the ugliness of doors and walls and roofs in my apartment. Ai gave it a thought, though. And you know, the mark of the belt is "Premium". Maybe that label was there when aI bought it, aI don't remember. And if so, it would be test. Who would keep it?