36 Years Ago

36 Years Ago, Vienna 1971—A Student Journal

Day 080: Musique concrète sounds good

Day 80 — Musique concrète sounds good
21-October-1971 (Thur.)

It’s a full day. Most exciting is the start of my “electronic music” class and lab. I learn later that this class is rooted in “musique concrète.” No, we’re not making cement booties for the mafia’s hit list. We’re making music with sound. Very modern. Very avant-garde.

Day 070: Music theory, in German

Day 70 — Music theory, in German
11-October-1971 (Mon.)

Yay, I register for school and attend my first music theory class. It’s in German. Duh, what did I expect? Well, it’s more difficult than I imagined. This brings me to a discussion of foreign students in ESL classes. I can now relate.

I decide to write an opera, and some lyrics for a song for Anjali. Happy

Day 059: Two resolutions—exam completed and new apartment

Day 59 — Two resolutions—exam completed and new apartment
30-September-1971 (Thur.)

Wickenburggasse apartment
Examination day—composition. I’m not sure if I passed or failed. I think I passed.

Then on to my new apartment. It’s nice to settle down.

Day 051: Standing room at the Staatsoper, friendly letters

Day 51 — Standing room at the Staatsoper, friendly letters
22-September-1971 (Wed.)

Vienna State Opera
I’m going for the composition exam. I hope that I don’t screw it up. Letters from friends are coming in and that’s taking my mind off of the pressure of entrance exams.

Letter writing and reading is fun, especially from friends. It’s a lost art though, replaced by email, social networks, and instant messaging.

I don't get to dine with the King and Queen of Belgium, but I learn the ropes of "standing room" at the Vienna State Opera.


Day 047: Preparing for entrance exams

Day 47 — Preparing for entrance exams
18-September-1971 (Sat.)

I start preparing for the entrance exams to the academy. I’m feeling inadequate. I have an interest in studying composition. I am not certain as to how I developed that interest.

Interesting. (Sorry for the redundancy. Literary humor.)