Impossible

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

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I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Impossible

  1. Jane

    September 3, 2012 at 10:56am

    Wow 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….

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