Monday, September 7th

serendipity

This morning I stumbled upon this after encountering the phrase “the crowded air” in an Emily Dickinson poem (229 [Franklin], “Musicians wrestle everywhere –”) and googling it. The moment it ended, I wanted to hear it again.

Milton Babbitt (1916-2011), The Crowded Air (1988); Boston Modern Orchestra Project, 2013

 

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lagniappe

random sights

other day, Chicago