Nineteenth Century Noise
The virtuoso tortures a violin
in homage to Paganini.
The brief festival of Romantic era
excess pierces and agitates
Baroque sensibilities of the
hearer trapped in a small car
on a rush hour freeway.
Thank God Paganini wasn't
a drummer, drum solos being
the most obnoxious stretches in music.
in homage to Paganini.
The brief festival of Romantic era
excess pierces and agitates
Baroque sensibilities of the
hearer trapped in a small car
on a rush hour freeway.
Thank God Paganini wasn't
a drummer, drum solos being
the most obnoxious stretches in music.
Hear, hear!
*Oh, jeez. I love me a violin virtuoso from time to time.*
Thank you, Neil.
Thank you, Nonnie.
Don't forget the Gene Krupa Festival, coming up too soon. *
Amen, yo?
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Thank you. Thank you for writing this!
Thank you, Matt.
Thank you,James.
Thank you, Gita.
Nothing wrong with percussion.*
Really like the way the poem begins. Nicely done. Don't agree with the premise of the conclusion, but it's a poem, and the closing fits here- and that's what matters.
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I love the aural image of torturing a violin. So original.
I like that "The virtuoso tortures a violin ..." Usually it's the other way around. If, you don't like drum solos, Gary, try bass solos, that's when everyone in the club starts talking. Good stuff. *
"The virtuoso tortures a violin"
Great opening!
Thank you,Amanda.
Thank you, Sam.
Thank you, Dianne.
Thank you,Daniel.
Thank you,Bill.
*, Gary. For me, this is delightful poetry.
Thank you,David.
Yes, to your conclusion re drum solos.*
Thank you, Gary.
(Thank you BBB)
Don't necessary agree but like the poem. *
Thank you, John.