Adam Tendler's Blog, page 33

November 8, 2014

I typed this into my phone the other day at 5am after waking up from a dream

Well, it finally happened. A dream where my mind linked music and sex. Each piece in the dream seemed to be scrawled by hand, floating notes and fingerings, like what children play. I knew each piece, some of them well. Some harder than others.

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Published on November 08, 2014 16:31

November 3, 2014

life as a musician—the glamour. here’s one month of...



life as a musician—the glamour. here’s one month of incremental metronome markings for berio’s “rounds.” today i hit my goal. it’s still painfully hard, but so was doing it at mm86 a month ago.

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Published on November 03, 2014 07:33

October 10, 2014

in other news, today the tea party and upper west side had a...



in other news, today the tea party and upper west side had a baby.

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Published on October 10, 2014 15:29

October 6, 2014

10 year old kid on the M34 bus who I might've misheard

"I just want to, like, skip a life. You know? Tempt fate."

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Published on October 06, 2014 16:03

October 4, 2014

cage’s super-rare “notations.” prized...



cage’s super-rare “notations.” prized possession (that i once stole). published in west glover VT!

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Published on October 04, 2014 15:31

October 3, 2014

two thoughts before bed

this morning i saw a bmw hatchback towed down 11th avenue with lights flashing and alarm ringing like a crazy person dragged kicking and screaming to the nuthouse.



tonight in Vermont while reading the times arts section on the toilet i realized that nothing i was reading actually constituted as news. call it whatever you want, but don’t call it news.

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Published on October 03, 2014 22:05

September 30, 2014

closet thought

(subway platform, 110th and Central Part West)


People speak of the closet like it’s some planet with a surface you could, even theoretically, inhabit. But really it’s more like Jupiter, or one of those planets they say is made of gas, huge and suffocating, but less there than actually there. I never understood those planets, how they exist, what they even mean. A planet like that, could you just fly right through it? I look back on my years in the closet with the same curious fascination. Yes, as if regarding some astral body from afar. What was that place, void of gravity and oxygen? Could life survive? Is there ground to stand on, or do you just fly right through it?

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Published on September 30, 2014 18:09

September 23, 2014

how this became the season of me re-copying scores I don’t...



how this became the season of me re-copying scores I don’t know. #help #berio #earthpiano #thisistheeasyone

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Published on September 23, 2014 20:11

September 22, 2014

protests

regarding a work of art two-dimensionally doesn’t in fact make it two-dimensional. it makes you two-dimensional.

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Published on September 22, 2014 17:22

regarding a work of art two-dimensionally doesn’t in fact make it two-dimensional

regarding a work of art two-dimensionally doesn’t in fact make it two-dimensional

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Published on September 22, 2014 17:22