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Music Addict
Join Date: Jan 2004
Posts: 83
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Vivaldi's music was what made me, at the age of five, beg to be allowed to take violin lessons. Now that I've been playing for eleven years though, most of his music is way too repititious for me to enjoy. This judgement though, I think, is mostly based on my experiences in playing it myself (playing repititious music gets very very boring)... So my past self approves, and my present self is sick of him.
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Imperfectly Perfect
Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: North Carolina
Posts: 1,290
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"it is only through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect that a certain type of perfection can be attained" |
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Groupie
Join Date: Aug 2013
Posts: 16
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,608
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I like very much. Very good. still isnt as good as the good ole mozart.
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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