Earplay's flyer for that season (1988-9) gave their slogan as Fresh New American Music, and there were worthy descriptions of the pieces on the season: dynamic, energetic, effervescent, powerful, etcetera. The text attached to my Duo was a thoughtful work.
A thoughtful work.
Full of thought. Thinking was done by me, and to its fullest.
I myself might have described the Duo as passionate if overwritten and inordinately fussy and besides, it became the third movement of a totally bitchin violin concerto, but that doesn't sell tickets any better than thoughtful.
It also shows why composers should be discouraged from self-describing in public.
So I thought of that when I looked up the online presence for the concert for which I am currently writing a piece (working title: Right Wing Echo Chamber; eventual title: likely Talking Points. It beats woikin'). Where I am called a seasoned composer.
As a seasoned composer, I suppose it's my duty to rush out a cavalcade of jokes about it. Starting now.
- Rakowski's just the flavor-of-the-month. He's never really in season.
- I guess Rakowski's music sounds okay. But he lacks taste.
- Tarragon but not forgotten.
- Oregano deposit, no return.
- Come on and rosemary me, Bill.
- Rakowski's the salt of the earth.
- You'll love the way he works with thyme.
- Pepper? I hardly know her!
- Coriander beat goes on.
- Everything's cumin up roses.
- Clove your eyes and I'll kiss you.
- Savory the date.