The date of this post says it’s Labor Day, but it’s actually Labor Day Eve. I’m trying to write a post tonight so I can relax tomorrow, but it’s impossible.
Why, you ask? Because Charlie is in the next room, listening to a dissection of Arnold Schoenberg’s Pierrot Lunaire, that’s why.
Pierrot Lunaire is like nothing else on earth. The first time I heard it, I was like, “Eeeesch!” but I’ve heard in several times now, and I swear, as God is my witness, I love it. Of course, I love Philip Glass, whose music was once described as sounding like an angel having a nervous breakdown.
If you want to see what I’m struggling with, here’s one of the songs:
YES, I SAID I LOVE IT, AND I MEAN IT ! ! !
But I can’t concentrate on writing a post. So I won’t.
Instead, I will refer you to this post about Punctuation Inside Dialogue on Dan Persinger’s awesomely awesome blog, Last Editor Standing. Dan is a fellow serial comma fan and is in many other ways a strong contender for the Person Who Deserves To Be Called Awesome award.
Have a good and safe Labor Day, babies.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character learns to love another’s music which, at first, he or she considers noise.
MA
Jane
September 3, 2012 at 10:56amWow and Yeow!
I had a lot of early exposure to atonal music when I was fairly young and my tastes were extremely inflexable. I had to play a good bit of it, too, with the orchestra. I’m trying just now to decide if I really was on stage with a flushing toilet….
Marian Allen
September 3, 2012 at 6:04pmHeh! Made P.D.Q. Bach seem tame, eh?