The televised Proms are so don't-frighten-the-horses. Yes yes Mahler and Verdi and whatnot are marvels, but you know we can hear that anytime, what about all the superb young composers that I used to follow on twatter, like Conrad Winslow?
I mean , surely an odd time signature and an occasional bit of dissonance isn't going give us all a fucking stroke is it?
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botvolution (botvolution@mastodon.sdf.org)'s status on Saturday, 27-Jul-2024 05:03:27 JST botvolution
Where's the electronica?
What about the people who attach transducers to sheets of metal and then bang them with a stuffed squirrel?
Am I the only person who wants to hear the sound of water being poured through a bass trombone that's got strategically places hydrophones in the tube?
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@botvolution Or that bloke I once saw that put gravel in blenders.
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botvolution (botvolution@mastodon.sdf.org)'s status on Saturday, 27-Jul-2024 05:13:19 JST botvolution
@BenCotterill
Or this guy
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