I saw my friend Rufus Weeks. He was a socialist, an active one. He was peeling an orange. Let’s walk, he said. He was a man who liked to see things as he talked. He ate oranges because, as a child, he had an older sister who was ill – the doctor prescribed fresh...
Every Person in This Town Loves Football Even the nuns come out to watch the boys in their gold and blue. Sister Marita, Sister Anne and some weeks Sister Perpetua who still uses the ruler on our outstretched hands. Even the mills get quiet and how the new freeway...
For a composer, I guess, there is nothing more efficient than to waste time…and the 6 weeks stay in Civitella Ranieri provided me with everything to make such a way of life possible. So I was able to finish the 70-minute score “large composition no....
