50 years ago I visited Dallas for a week in August. I'm not sure hot adequately describes it. Anyway, i bought a $10 painting, unframed at some market and it looked roughly like this and I framed it and shipped it back to Michigan via Greyhound bus (we did things like that then). It took three weeks to get it home and cost $4.00. A memory for detail - meaningless detail at that.
Anyway, Jacques Ibert wrote this three movement piece, Escales (ports of call) about a trip he took by boat to Valencia, Tunis and then to Rome and wrote a movement of each piece based on those cities.
70 years ago, my sister came back for Christmas after her first year of college. She brought this record with her and I played it until I knew every note.
I liked my painting a lot and always associated the dry heat, the colors (and not Dallas) when I bought it, my mind raced back to that living room floor, listening endlessly to the amazing nuance and feel of this bit of music.
Anyway, Jacques Ibert wrote this three movement piece, Escales (ports of call) about a trip he took by boat to Valencia, Tunis and then to Rome and wrote a movement of each piece based on those cities.
70 years ago, my sister came back for Christmas after her first year of college. She brought this record with her and I played it until I knew every note.
I liked my painting a lot and always associated the dry heat, the colors (and not Dallas) when I bought it, my mind raced back to that living room floor, listening endlessly to the amazing nuance and feel of this bit of music.