Writing about music is hard. Standing at the very end of a very long degree (DMA composition), I still haven’t managed to figure out how to do it with much fluency. In the past two weeks alone, I’ve written 26 pages of music analysis on the likes of Milton Babbitt, Edgar Varèse, Olivier Messiaen, and Thomas Adès, and I still have those moments at which I want to pull every hair out of my head. Today will not be one of those days, however. How do I know? I know because I have ten more solid pages to write on my British friend, Mr. Adès, in the next 8 hours and I really don’t have a choice in the matter. The paper is due at 4 p.m. this afternoon. That’s scary.
09 May, 2012