I hope to evoke two things from my listeners: a visceral, physical response to the music, to its rhythms, colors, and contrasts — and a more subtle, emotional understanding of its underlying passions. But I would settle for either one. I think in some small way art...
I came to Civitella hoping that my time here would be spent either working or, at worst, resting from the rigours of my everyday routine. My hopes were exceeded. Excerpt from "Love Is Power, or Something Like That"...
In the evening you said little but glowered with bewilderment and betrayal whenever you gazed at me crouching on the floor at the other end of the lounge, and I set my eyes down, vanished into the task of clipping my toenails. What you thought then, I will not place...
Excerpt From Five Hours to Simla The mother was shushing them all fiercely when they heard the sound they had given up hope of hearing: the sound of a moving vehicle. It came roaring up the road from behind them not at all where they had expected overtaking them in a...
