Dolphin Kazoo: Socialism

Einstein on Oligarchy

It's Time to Hate on the Rich

At This Point, as a Socialist, I'd Settle for a CAPITALIST Revolution

Socialism with 'Benefits'

Mussolini and SkyNet

California Uber Alles: Why Jello Biafra Turned Green

They Fear Sweden, so They Argue Stalin

Hedge Funds for the Working Man

Shift Wealth away from Corporations and the Rich

I Support Single Moms, Not Troops

middle class wages and the dream of becoming rich

My Partner and I are Incompatible

Sorry, FOX, Hugo Chavez Didn't Read the Script

program notes

Yoko Ono said:
"wood becomes a flute
when it's loved."
I say a flute becomes melody
when it's loved.
When melody is allowed to
dance and sing,
it becomes attractive to other melodies;
Melodies in love lie with each other
in counterpoint
and give birth to Harmony.
Before the child Harmony opens its eyes
it sees and knows
the form of the song.
There it is. A finger pointing to the moon.
The bright-voiced siren, Ligeia, a bird-woman, sings,
you sail to her, you love her, and you die.
A good composer is one who doesn't compose:
he allows music to grow
in this way; by itself,
naturally, without force,
without cleverness, without effort.

About Me

Username Brighton21;

my real name is boring and unimportant.

I am a composer, attorney and former judge living in suburban Atlanta. My passions are classical music, constitutional law, poetry, the Tao te Ching, tennis and scotch. I play piano and guitar. I have two kids. Disney movies make me cry. So does the Hammond Song and The Shepherd's Farewell to the Holy Family by Berlioz.

I have been to various nice schools, won various nice awards, and accomplished nice things. yawn.

Composing is something I have to do with the rest of my life. I'm afraid of giving up the money. I'm very afraid of failing at this. I need help, and I feel alone. I reject most measures of artistic achievement, yet I yearn for recognition and acceptance.

"Beauty will save the World, and the beauty that will save the world is the love that shares the pain."

(Dostoevsky, the Idiot)

"Welcome to COSTCO, I love you."

(Mike Judge, Idiotocracy)

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