Deeann D. Mathews
Writer, composer-arranger, pianist, singer, and eater of kiwifruit with the peel
Water Lilies for Thanksgiving, and Other Wonders (Wolf, Beethoven, Pancho Vladigerov, Löwe, Richard Smallwood)
It had been a while before this week since I had time to get out around the Music Concourse, but I walked that way this week and found out that the fanbase of K.M. Altesrouge had surely been sung
Mid-Autumn Reflections On a Solemn Anniversary (Debussy, Scriabin, Schubert, Samuel Feinberg, Hans Grisch)
At times when others are afraid, or at least participating in the send-up of true horrors that Halloween is for most in my portion of the modern world, I find myself seeking quiet and reflection.
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
