Really, it’s not for friends’ lack of effort. Friend Eric has persistently sent me stuff to prime the pump, get something going . . .
Jason Freeman’s column in the NYT:
Chris Wilson’s piece in *Slate* about David Cope’s latest the-computer-assembles-it-for-you effort:
And I feel like I’ve said it all already: acidly commenting on misguided attempts to make New Music relevant to audiences in the Computer Age (archness intended), or more often registering disgust for the way people write about it. Both are relevant here, to my mind, but you’re heard it already. To harp on another too-familiar string, I must have done a dozen or more blogs on the subject of You can do it, you grad students! Every rung just makes you stronger! And stuff in higher education per se—I’ve always got an opinion on that, and it must be pretty predictable now.
Thing is, this has been a punishing year in some ways. With the exception of my father’s death last July, it was all good stuff, I hasten to say: I played the “Emperor,” I went to Poland and gave a paper, I’ve been writing lots and lots and lots in my specialty, things are wonderful on the home front and my son is excitedly getting ready for college after a very successful year, etc. It’s been a Chopin year—bicentennial of his birth—so business continues to be good, so to speak. I’ve still got a series of projects to do, more piano to play, and so on.
But I, at least (not speaking for Phil here), am keenly aware that if I’m not exactly a One-Trick Pony, readers know this pony’s very few tricks too well. I live in the mountain west, and am not exposed to the newest/latest/most interesting musical developments at all. Further, as a certified Homebody, I wouldn’t necessarily experience them even it they were available to me. (Sounds shameful, but there it is.) So I’m hardly exposed to the cutting edge.
What this means is that I think I’m probably done as a blogger. It’s been an adventure, and I want to thank everyone who read and commented and engaged and so on. I’m not moving or changing jobs, so you know where to find me. I appreciate all the connections and discussions, and have every confidence that they will continue in other venues.
Accept, then, this bow of farewell. Thank you all.