#preludes
He writes terrible thingsthis music leaves an evil impressionabout good people with its broken rhythms untrue things- obscurity and vagueness of form unintelligent things- meaningless repetition of the same short tricksGlazunov is drunk untrue things the nasal sound of the orchestra, the strained crash of the brass and above all its sickly perverse harmonization and quasi-melodic outlines the complete absence of simplicity and naturalness, the complete absence of themes!
The part in “The First Symphony” that goes:
Someone in this room is trying to feel something.
Someone in this room is trying to have a beautiful moment.
Why won’t you let them?
Why the fuck are you talking to me?
You have no right,
To inflict your mind on mine.
Needs to be 3 hours long.
spotify users!!! tell me the fourth song in your second daily mix playlist… mine is bbyong by saturday hehehe
“dangling on the melting edge of sleep” is such a ridiculous and pretentious line with absolutely no meaning or value to it and yet the specific combination of words is so sexy to me