uncomfortable famous
sitting across from a guy who thinks he‘s big time famous., all over the place, household word. i looked him up once and found nothing but his own web site. he does radio for a small network but i can‘t remember which one, or where it is. mildly famous people who think so highly of themselves annoy the shit outta me, but i was thinking about famousness yesterday when a celebrityy went ape shit at the plaza hotel, crazed on crack and booze, and brack and cooze. oozing crack. attimes i think i understand the point of departure between sanity and fame, or that point at which the fame becomes too big for the body, or bigger than the earthly vessel and its capacities (almost said capacititties). at this point one becomes as full of themself as posisble, filled to the brim with exaltations of self and demands for attention, demands too big to be satisfied, too big for the human vessel‘s capcity for satisfaction.
in other words, people are assholes.
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i have discovered Handel‘s piano music this week. i always suspected there was something good in there, and i was right, though the fugal writing seems clumsy and grey but the dance forms are interesting in his hands. i‘ve absorbed so much of Bach‘s dance forms in those suites that i guess i forgot there were other credible exponents. well, i never forgot, but it‘s easy to feel like Bach is all you need. one day i‘ll make a pass through the Spaniards and their dance forms. handel‘ keyboard writing is a little crunchy, a little angular, but it‘s good quality. i can see what Richter saw in it. Sviatoslav Richter recorded the Handel keyboard music and i can feel the attraction of that Richterian strength to this music.
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