The joy of playing trills in obscurity
I still think Beethoven's Diabelli Variations are the greatest and funniest diss tracks of all time.
Giuseppe Verdi’s Don Carlos, or Joe Green’s Mr. Carlos
It's weird how academic music writers describe passages as 'schizophrenic' when it's just a shitty flute solo.
Someone once corrected my pronunciation of 'Bach', using that hocking phlegm sound and looking into my eyes the same way my cat does when I catch him taking a shit.
Two important things I learned about writing music came from watching Jaws all the time as a kid: 1) Don't show the shark too much and too soon. 2) If you're creating a giant open musical landscape, you need to put something in the foreground at least once to give it scale. "Will you go to the end of the pulpit, please? I need something in the foreground to give it some scale."
I wish I had a rich benefactor who wanted me to write musical filth of the highest quality.
My favorite note is a wrong one played with confidence.
If I was in an orchestra, I'd always play the oboe/English horn part from Seal's Kiss from a Rose during tuning and intermission.
The big mental illness outreach orgs stress 'recovery' and it's mostly bullshit for those with severe mental illness. I was asked to stop speaking for one because I didn't actually have a 'support team,' instead speaking about daily management and finding meaning/humor in a lifelong struggles.
“Paul, I know you said Bach was a great composer, but I have a friend at school who said Willie Nelson is the greatest composer ever... and my friend plays drums with jazz brushes.” - student, 7 years old
There’s a place where i live that sells music instruments and guns. I want to be looking at pistols when asking how much for this flute.
I have a psychotic disorder but I don't think I'm mentally ill or divorced from reality. I live in a country controlled by a criminal class of corporate and political sociopaths, celebrities who do credit card commercials and see themselves rebellious by wearing a silly outfit to the Met gala.
I like how intentionally dumb and trite Mozart can be at times for the sake of the whole composition and also the audience.
I once honored the cat that saved my life with a cat music video mashup of Khia's 'my neck, my back' and Franz Liszt's 'Totentonz/Dance of Death' and dedicated/sent it to a former professor that abused animals.
Remember in It's a Wonderful Life when George wasn't born, so Mary ended up being a librarian. With Glasses. And it was suppose to be all sad. It would have been amazing if Clarence the angel said, "I'm sorry, George. You weren't there to save Mary from a life love of reading and fostering literacy in the community."
I want to write an essay on modernist composers obsessed with  all-interval tetrachords and show how some tried so desperately to avoid allusions to blues/popular music in their works, even though 0146 is imbedded in the blues scale. My favorite is when the attempt goes too far and they break away from a developed, formulated compositional scheme and the music and focus kinda falls apart. You don’t fool me, scaredy britches.
My music dream is to write a version of The Aristocrats joke for narrator and orchestra. Use cheap virtual instruments and play it at an open mic in town.
Just so you know, play Beastie Boys’ Sabotage vocals around 1/4 speed and it syncs well with Barber’s Adagio for Strings.
I just can’t quit you, Arnold Schoenberg. I don’t even like listening to you most of the time and you’re still one of my favorite composers. I find it difficult listening to others without also considering them through your prism. I discovered, through you, that I don’t have to necessarily enjoy something/someone to consider them good.
I like how Mozart wrote music with poop and sex jokes and was a better musician than all of us.
Sometimes it doesn’t get any better than Wagner operas before the singing starts.
The cover for Billy Joel's album of solo piano music looks like a score published by Schirmer, but I think it would’ve been cooler and funnier going universal edition all lower case and traumatized post-World War 2 style.
I love when old tv sitcoms shortened their opening credits for later seasons/reruns for the extra 15 seconds of commercial revenue. Remember how the Full House theme awkwardly cuts from mid verse to the ahhhhh transition to chorus? It still gives me joy how triumphantly shitty we can be.
I have fun occasionally updating composer essays/letters to everyday speech like people do with the bible. I first started Arnold Schoenberg's 'In Memoriam to Mahler' but written in the style of Samuel L Jackson's Jules from Pulp Fiction. I hope to someday make a book of this stuff with different characters.
Most modern country singers sound like they hired the dialect coach from the Cold Mountain movie. I’ve never heard that accent in the wild.
Whenever hearing Sublime's 'What I Got' I weigh the pros and cons of after singing “I can play the guitar like a mutha fuckin' riot” he instead just played something shitty.
Whoa it’s Charles Ives on tv uh no it’s just a Hobby Lobby commercial with some old guy talking about celebrating the true spirit of Christmas.
Sometimes I just sit around and think about all possibilities for the secret chord that David pleased the Lord with.
I miss watching music videos with burning trash cans.
I always seem to confuse Brahms, Karl Marx, and God from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
Music critics who frequently praise performances using the words "rawness" and "authenticity" probably don't go to a lot of flute and clarinet shows.