Deeann D. Mathews
Writer, composer-arranger, pianist, singer, and eater of kiwifruit with the peel
When Walking through a Glowing Green Autumn, Go By the Highest Path Possible, Part 2 (Scriabin, Mendelssohn, Alexandor Tiniakov, William Baines, Alexander Arensky, Schubert)
In retrospect, if you are walking around with a literary ghost in October, and the world is glowing and glittering green in autumn, that actually makes sense ... a late-season algae bloom makes fo
Adventures in Not Again Missing the Point, through a Rose Garden (Serge Bortkiewicz, Brahms, Schubert, Haydn, Bruckner)
People only understand things to the level to which they are prepared to understand, and what keeps me from being overly frustrated with others is addressing how true that is with me as well, as
Deep Reflections on Loss and Love at the Changing of the Season (Mussorgsky, Vicente Emilio Sojo, Bruckner, Wagner, Rodolphe Berger)
At times this week I have spent hours in tears ... death and also other forms of sorrow visited me on the weekend in which the season changed. So many people just needed presence -- there is no
Climbing to the End of Summer While Swinging for the Fences (Rachmaninoff, Synister and Jamie Robinson, Löwe))
The Ghost of Musical Greatness put me on notice that he knew what was going on last week. I can no more predict the future than you can, but I am taller and older than you, and I look now from a
