It occurs to me that much of this "blogging" is a kind of navel-grazing, the ultimate narcissism. What makes my thoughts and self-analysis of any interest to anyone? But then, if there is no value in considering one's self as subject matter, a lot of art would not exist. Or maybe that is why "modern art" is so disliked by so many. I don't think Beethoven was narcissistic. I don't think J.S. Bach, my greatest musical hero, was either. But yet, every composer I know, these days, is. Including me. But I do try, out of respect for others, to keep it to myself (hard to believe as that may be if you are reading this blog).
Monday, December 27, 2004
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