when my parents lived in israel, my dad worked in this restaurant with a palestinian man who did not speak hebrew very well. my dad taught him how to say things like “butts” in russian, and he taught my dad how to say things like “poop” in arabic. the moral of the story is that no matter what your ethnicity is, all men are secretly 5 years old.
Finished this piano quartet :D.
It’s 6 minutes long, for piano, flute, horn and trombone (weird I know).
It needs a name. It has a temporary one I don’t like but it actually sounds quite nice so it deserves more.
I pretty much have constant back pain and I’m not even 20 yet
IF YOU THINK THAT HISTORY IS BORING
JUST REMEMBER THAT THE BALTIC REPUBLICS ACHIEVED THEIR INDEPENDENCE
AND CREATING A HUMAN CHAIN ACROSS THREE COUNTRIES
I’ve FINALLY come out of this creative block I’ve been having.
I have a plan for wind quintet - a brief plan and a musical idea for one movement.
I’ve also worked out why piano quartet isn’t working, even though I like how it sounds. Which kinda gives me a motivation to finish it and then never ever try that again!
let’s play another tag meme thing! put each word into your tags and see what pops up:
'this year we asked the artists to create their country's flag out of something that describes them as people'