Day 167: Back to music
Day 167 — Back to music
16-January-1972 (Sonntag–Sun.)
It’s back to some concertizing in Vienna. A Beethoven mass and Brahm’s symphony. Music heals the soul. In 2008, I need some soul healing—back to the blog.
My brother and college buddies are coming to Europe. I’m going to try and hookup with them.
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16-January-1972 (Sonntag–Sun.)
It’s back to some concertizing in Vienna. A Beethoven mass and Brahm’s symphony. Music heals the soul. In 2008, I need some soul healing—back to the blog.
My brother and college buddies are coming to Europe. I’m going to try and hookup with them.
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Day 069: The early bird gets the book
Day 69 — The early bird gets the book
10-October-1971 (Sun.)
Today is
such a jam-packed day—from the early-bird in line for
tickets, to a morning mass, reading books, walking in
the park, taking pictures, and ending with a night
opera—today was, well, jam-packed.
I take a tangent on the benefits of reading. I’ll throw in a bunch of pictures if you promise to read about reading.
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10-October-1971 (Sun.)
I take a tangent on the benefits of reading. I’ll throw in a bunch of pictures if you promise to read about reading.
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Day 062: A day of contrasts
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Day 62 — A day of contrasts
03-October-1971 (Sun.)
Today is a day of contrasts. First, the wonderful experience of seeing a performance of a Benjamin Britten mass with the Vienna Boys' Choir in a church setting, followed by reading about the Vietnam War in Time magazine.
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03-October-1971 (Sun.)
Today is a day of contrasts. First, the wonderful experience of seeing a performance of a Benjamin Britten mass with the Vienna Boys' Choir in a church setting, followed by reading about the Vietnam War in Time magazine.
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Day 055: A Haydn Mass, Chicago II
Day 55 — A Haydn Mass, Chicago II
26-September-1971 (Sun.)
Music,
music, music.
Haydn, horn, Chicago Symphony.
I’m just living music in this town. My horn teacher gets me backstage. I hob-knob with fellow “hornists” (no such word—but you can do anything as a blogger). What a musical year.
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26-September-1971 (Sun.)
Haydn, horn, Chicago Symphony.
I’m just living music in this town. My horn teacher gets me backstage. I hob-knob with fellow “hornists” (no such word—but you can do anything as a blogger). What a musical year.
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