Threats

Aileen, took it upon herself to threaten me into posting. This is the result.

I came across this email, titled ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
enclosed was the message:
I'm so sick of seeing "Interpreters" I could lynch you.

Please remedy this mournful condition.

Many thanks,

Anne Shirley

Only a day latter, I received this lovely, uplifting message
Warning

Dear Dennis Brain,

I think it only fair to warn you that your lynching is imminent. Please also remember that lynching is much worse than a mere hanging.

If your brain is bogged down in a land devoid of ideas let me proffer the suggestion that you post about something hyst.

Sincerely yours,

Charlotte Bronte

All I can say is at least she referred to me as Dennis Brain.

For Sohpie, Amber, Kristen, Aileen, Catie, and everyone else who have been bothered by the fact that I never post!

Guess Who???

Interpreters

I was sitting in Abravenel Hall, richly coated in the music of Saint Seans, and Beethoven, when the thought hit me that music, (classical that is) is the one thing that remains universal. We don't hear music in french or dutch. I think that is why it is so unearthly, in a good way :)

I was also thinking how grateful I am for the great musicians and composers how so often sacrificed their sanity, or any chance at a normal life to understand how to "speak universally."