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Mouchette ' 1967

Galileo Galilei, February 15, 1564 / 2019

“When I was young, people used to say to me: Wait until you’re fifty, you’ll see. I am fifty. I haven’t seen anything.“ 

ITALY - CIRCA 1865: Portrait of an old copyist and a young woman in a street in Naples, in front of a French window, seated at a table with a sign attached on which is written ‘Si traduce il francese’. The man, in a well-worn top hat and with a handkerchief tied under his chin, has a goose quill stuck behind his ear. The woman, who wears the traditional headdress, is shown in profile, looking at the scribe who is examining a small object he holds. Raised over the table, an umbrella 

Founding Father of the USA (and the one man most often confused as a former president), founder of the first public lending library, founder of a fire department, university, and hospital, inventor, and role model for one of this country’s greatest traits (ingenuity!)… how did Benjamin Franklin do it? To start: he had a good schedule.

It’s time to wrap up this week’s celebration of the works of Sergei Prokofiev. I’ve been in a chamber music frame of mind all day, and though I’d often choose his first string quartet for such an occasion (it is one of my favorites of his work), instead, I’ll share his String Quartet No. 2 in F Major, played here by the Emerson Quartet. I’m especially a fan of its middle adagio section, which is just the perfect kind of melancholy for the end of a long and difficult week.

I haven’t been much of a musicologist during this series—life has been unwilling to accommodate the kind of long, ponderous posts I most enjoy—but I always feel that Prokofiev’s music tells each person their own individual story. I hope yours have been good ones.

“Brahms is a cunt”

“I swear I’m not that shitty of a musician”

“Where are we??” “I don’t know man but we passed K a while ago” *piece ends* “Well fuck”

*maintaining intense eye contact with a cellist who’s simultaneously playing*

*whips during every impact point*

Conductor: I swear it’s like you’re all on candy or something Trombonist: I’m on something much stronger than that

*screams about star wars*

Conductor: Trumpet play at 371 Trumpet: I don’t play there Conductor: check your music Trumpet: SHIT I’VE BEEN ON THE WRONG PIECE FOR 45 MINUTES

*random kazoo-ing from the violin section*

“Trumpet Daddy”