oh my soggy brain! today was the first day of classes and i now have 3.5 hours of 'intro to western music' under my very snazzy belt.
of things i had and hadn't heard:
Webern's Five Pieces for Orchestra, Op.10 (1913), which condenses all the quasi-orientalism, taut anxiety, and offchance sublime of 12 tone as bite-sized confections
smoke gets in yr eyes: something about internal rhyme just sets me to thinking about stephen merritt. i know i am reversing cause and effect.