Epilogue

At music school I was too old to be a young turk, but I used to hang around with them; and we used to say “Resolution is death!” – a reference to the serene uneventfulness of the tonic chord compared to the violent, interesting confusion of the (unresolved) dominant chord, or of simple dissonance itself.

Suddenly I can go anywhere and do anything I want – I’ve got time to think about it and I’m completely responsible for the result. Obviously, this is always the case in theory, but right now it’s particularly clearly articulated.

The problem with the written word is that there is nothing but white space between the lines.

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