I’ve had an extraordinary and most unexpected experience in the concert hall. In a time where symphony orchestras appear to be losing audiences, Houston Symphony is gathering a new one. Last night at Jones Hall, a nearly sold-out house enjoyed a screening of the Wachowski Brothers’ The Matrix with Don Davis, a formidable composer in various genres, conducting his original … [Read more...] about Houston Symphony in the Desert of the Real
Philip Glass
Language taxed by war: Gittoes, Glass and Ginsberg
“Now and then, from the deep, hidden river of life, great spirits in human form are thrown up,†Henry Miller wrote in 1956. “Like semaphores in the night they warn of danger ahead,†he continues. The phrase is from The Time of Assassins and refers to the French poet Arthur Rimbaud. On a hot Sunday afternoon I had this particular book, along with my journal, tucked … [Read more...] about Language taxed by war: Gittoes, Glass and Ginsberg