Amoebas and Mozart.

with Nincs hozzászólás

It was never easy with Mozart. I mean, everyone loves Mozart, how can you NOT love Mozart, you are musician, musicologist, human, amoeba, how dare you NOT love Mozart? Well that was the case for the most of my life. … Read More

Un éclat du voix

with Nincs hozzászólás

I love dead people. No, but really. When I first heard Witold Lutosławski speaking on the radio, he was dead since about fifteen years. To understand his music I needed another couple of years but when I did, it was … Read More

Time.

with Nincs hozzászólás

  At times I feel as if I had lived all this before and that I have already written these very words, but I know it was not I: it was another woman, who kept her notebooks so that one … Read More

Nureyev

with Nincs hozzászólás

  Rudolf Nureyev died of AIDS on January 6th, 1993. For a personal touch, I would like to share a story. In summer 2014 I was looking for a companion for my feline friend. Having scrolled through endless amount of fluffy … Read More