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May 23, 2017 10:21:33 GMT -6
Post by Karin Miyoshi on May 23, 2017 10:21:33 GMT -6
| A painter, a sculptor, a poet, certainly a novelist, each left behind their works even in the most ancient of times but a musician of those times took his art to the grave. Of course the destruction of a contemporary musician too would be lesser crime as there are always plenty of recordings except in the case of our Ojibway and Metis fiddle players. The traditional player like your uncle Shamengua believed that he owed his music to the wind and that like the wind his music partook of infinite changeability. A recording would cause his song to become finite.
A painter, a sculptor, a poet, certainly a novelist, each left behind their works even in the most ancient of times but a musician of those times took his art to the grave. Of course the destruction of a contemporary musician too would be lesser crime as there are always plenty of recordings except in the case of our Ojibway and Metis fiddle players. The traditional player like your uncle Shamengua believed that he owed his music to the wind and that like the wind his music partook of infinite changeability. A recording would cause his song to become finite.
A painter, a sculptor, a poet, certainly a novelist, each left behind their works even in the most ancient of times but a musician of those times took his art to the grave. Of course the destruction of a contemporary musician too would be lesser crime as there are always plenty of recordings except in the case of our Ojibway and Metis fiddle players. The traditional player like your uncle Shamengua believed that he owed his music to the wind and that like the wind his music partook of infinite changeability. A recording would cause his song to become finite.
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May 23, 2017 11:00:14 GMT -6
Post by Sakura Kinomoto on May 23, 2017 11:00:14 GMT -6
A painter, a sculptor, a poet, certainly a novelist, each left behind their works even in the most ancient of times but a musician of those times took his art to the grave. Of course the destruction of a contemporary musician too would be lesser crime as there are always plenty of recordings except in the case of our Ojibway and Metis fiddle players. The traditional player like your uncle Shamengua believed that he owed his music to the wind and that like the wind his music partook of infinite changeability. A recording would cause his song to become finite.
A painter, a sculptor, a poet, certainly a novelist, each left behind their works even in the most ancient of times but a musician of those times took his art to the grave. Of course the destruction of a contemporary musician too would be lesser crime as there are always plenty of recordings except in the case of our Ojibway and Metis fiddle players. The traditional player like your uncle Shamengua believed that he owed his music to the wind and that like the wind his music partook of infinite changeability. A recording would cause his song to become finite.
A painter, a sculptor, a poet, certainly a novelist, each left behind their works even in the most ancient of times but a musician of those times took his art to the grave. Of course the destruction of a contemporary musician too would be lesser crime as there are always plenty of recordings except in the case of our Ojibway and Metis fiddle players. The traditional player like your uncle Shamengua believed that he owed his music to the wind and that like the wind his music partook of infinite changeability. A recording would cause his song to become finite.
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