Welcome to our new site! July 15, 2014. Welcome to the new website of the Aizuri Quartet! Check back for regular updates throughout our 2014-15 season. We are so excited to share our journey with you! Blog at WordPress. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox. Build a website with WordPress.

Writings on music, composition, poetry, philosophy etc. Thursday, May 30, 2013. Jason Seed Stringtet - In the Gallery. Jason Seed has done it again. On his new album, In the Gallery. Jason Seed has put together another stunning effort from his group Jason Seed Stringtet. Consisting of guitar, violin, viola, bass, cello and for this album, a very special guest, Yang Wei playing the pipa. From the down home comfort feel of Invocation. To the fun romp that is Caterpillar Kif,.

Friday, August 15, 2014. Like so many others, I was incredibly saddened to hear of the passing of Donald Teeters. Boston is going to miss him intensely, and I wish he had had 20 more years of retirement so that he could have gone gallivanting around Prague and continued to enrich our lives in Boston. Six years ago I did an interview with him for this blog. The transcript of the interview is here. He will be deeply missed.

Thank you for stopping by my author site! You can find my published short fiction here. Or check out my Amazon Author Page. And Her Smile Will Untether the Universe. Is a Bram Stoker Award finalist for Superior Achievement in a Fiction Collection. And Her Smile Will Untether the Universe. Is on the 2017 Bram Stoker Awards preliminary ballot.

Meet Gena Branscombe, composer, conductor, mother of four, and leader of women. A woman composer 100 years ago whose musical works and life transcend time. Friday, January 5, 2018. Earlier today the funeral of former Branscombe Choral member, Agnes Conway, was held in East Rockaway, New York. She died at the age of 95 on December 31. I send her daughter, Mary, and extended family my sincerest sympathy for their loss. When Martin Hennessy and I performed, Life! Agnes may be.

Vom Bett aus ins neue Jahr. Mit linker Hand geschrieben, ein schlafendes Bündel zieht mein Kreuz ins gedachte Kissen. Vom Esstisch aus schreiben, Blick aufs Nachtfenster, kalter Tee zur Linken. Mit Gewichten auf den Armen tippen. Ich mag den Klang der neuen Zahl. Es darf weitergehen, und mehr werden. Nicht nur warten, auch ein bisschen was dafür machen. God fortsättning, I guess. See you on the other slide.

Honored that I Care if You Listen. Maybe someday I can afford a bow. Back from an amazing and largely un-blogged summer.