Aria and Quodlibet for Woodwind Quintet by Arne Running
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tEVXt2OSw_o
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Crawford Seeger: Three Chants - 2. To An Angel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGXjtJ3C5-c&list=PLhHUg8xSoZUHHtjWJXNkPLh6BmqMrBVZM&index=18
Ruth Crawford Seeger: Preludes (1924-1928) No.1-3
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0lBfEyNICE&list=PLhHUg8xSoZUHHtjWJXNkPLh6BmqMrBVZM&index=2
Anaparastasis III: The pianist / Jani Christou / Oiseaux Bizarres Ensemble
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxwUexl7mRM Amazing!
Jani Christou - Anaparastasis I "The Baritone"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8npBWwYlE8&list=RDH8npBWwYlE8&start_radio=1
William Gillock - Valse Triste
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9Zk7IpwaK4&list=RD42xXxPETDSM&index=2
Ján Cikker - What the Children Told Me (15 little pieces for piano)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42xXxPETDSM&list=RD42xXxPETDSM&start_radio=1
Ján Cikker: Hommage á Beethoven
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiOEjfeEuM0&list=RDaiOEjfeEuM0&start_radio=1
砸诗现场改诗（2025.10.4星期六）
有人匿名上了一首诗，如下： 《一个下午》 两个半老不老的男人 坐在 一个下午，话题 从中年危机 转移到天气。暴热的九月 超出了人生经验 我们谈起 经验 像抚摸一件褪色工装 袖口还留着 旧年雨水 可如今 连季节都学会了叛变 经验是靠不住的 两个男人，坐在沉默里 接了受世界的无序 一盘乱棋，如何归位？ 下午 短暂得像一支烟 吸一口 落地成了灰 ...... 我在外面吃饭，随手改了一改： 《一个下午》 两个半老不嫩的男人 坐在 一个下午，话题 从中年危机 转移到天气。暴热的九月 超出了人生经验 我们谈起 经验 像抚摸一根褪色的旧骨 袖口还留着 往年揩过的干鼻涕迹 可如今 连季节都学会了玩人 业绩是靠不住的 两个男人，坐在沉没里 接了受世界的无言 一盘乱发，如何抚顺？ 下午 短暂得像一坨烟蒂 吸一口 落地成了灰 ...... 又看了一看，又改了一改： 《一个下午》 两个半老不嫩的男人 坐在 一个下午，话题 从中年遇鸡 转移到天气。暴热的九月 超出了人生体的验 像抚摸一根褪色的旧骨 袖口还留着 往年揩过的干鼻涕迹 可如今 连季节都学会了玩人 业绩是靠不住的 两个男人，坐在沉没里 接受了世界的无言 一盘乱发，如何抚顺？ 下午 短暂得像一坨烟蒂
Spiel (percussion concerto) by Dave Maric - Cameron Leach
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ROBinm3yxpI
Michael Colgrass - Urban Requiem
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ri65KmYMOus&list=RDri65KmYMOus&start_radio=1
Michael Colgrass - Inventions on a Motive for Percussion Quartet (1969) [Score-Video]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=coLru5ov8J0
A non-review, written for PP
Not Wanting to Write a Book Review by Ouyang Yu but somehow having to, at the request of a friend, originally from Denmark, and now from Darjeeling. * It is in the spring of 2004 in Aarhus, Denmark, that I met PP in Lars's place. We immediately entered into a conversation because we had something in common. Originally from India, he was teaching in Denmark. Originally from China, I was then a freelance writer in Australia. But what struck me as hard to understand was the fact that he remained an Indian citizen, retaining his Indian passport that he showed me, whereas I had already become an Australian citizen, and an unemployable...