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My husband plays the trumpet, which is a sort of loud pretzel originally developed to blow down the walls of fucking Jericho and, later, to let Civil War soldiers know it was time to kill each other in a river while you chilled eating pigeon in your officerās tent twenty miles away, yet somehow, in modern times, it has become socially acceptable to toot the bad cone inside your house before 10:00 a.m. because itās āyour jobā and your wife should āget upā. What a world! If one was feeling uncharitable, one might describe the trumpet as a machine where you put in compressed air and divorce comes out, but despite thisā despite operating a piece of biblical demolition equipment inside the home every bright, cold morning of his wifeās one and only lifeā the trumpet is not the most annoying thing about my husband.
from The Witches are Coming, by Lindy West
Dmitry Shostakovich (1906ā1975)
Shostakovichās contemporaries do not recall seeing him working, at least not in the traditional sense. The Russian composer was able to conceptualize a new work entirely in his head, and then write it down with extreme rapidityāif uninterrupted, he could average twenty or thirty pages of score a day, making virtually no corrections as he went.
But this feat was apparently preceded by hours or days of mental compositionāduring which he āappeared to be a man of great inner tensions,ā the musicologist Alexei Ikonnikov observed, āwith his continually moving, āspeakingā hands, which were never at rest.ā
Shostakovich himself was afraid that perhaps he worked too fast. āI worry about the lightning speed with which I compose,ā he confessed in a letter to a friend. Undoubtedly this is bad. One shouldnāt compose as quickly as I do. Composition is a serious process, and in the words of a ballerina friend of mine, āYou canāt keep going at a gallop.ā I compose with diabolical speed and canāt stop myself.⦠It is exhausting, rather unpleasant, and at the end of the day you lack any confidence in the result. But I canāt rid myself of the bad habit.
-Ā FromĀ Daily Rituals: How Artists WorkĀ by Mason Currey
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