Tuesday, August 12, 2008
freaky
Donald Erb, a very fine composer, passed away last night. The reason I mention this is that on Sunday I was thinking of Donald Erb, completely out of the blue. I was wondering what he was up to and that I had not heard anything about him in years. He was a great composer, a very unpretentious and garrulous guy (qualities notably absent in many composers, I've found). I should talk. I like to think that I am not pretentious--I hope I am not--but I don't know if I, or anyone, would ever describe me as "garrulous." Maybe I am psychic. This is not the first time such a thing has happened.
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i COMPLETELY understand!
i've had similar experiences and have come to believe
that when significant/big events happen to a person, there is such a mass of energy surrounding the person/event
certain people pick up those signals (so gives "out of the blue" it's meaning?)
joyce carol oats describes this experience in her journals too
what fascinates me, is how great the distance can be sometimes..
people on opposite sides of the planet..
wild.
but i do believe -absolutely- in this sixth sense
and i don't know enough composers to comment, but trust you are not one of the pretentious ones
love, ~s.
p.s. hope the bike riding is joyful
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