Bruck lived to be 82 and what fame he gained was for writing his First Violin Concerto at the age of 28; there you have 28 and 82, reversible numbers, and I'm speaking of Bruck, not Bruckner who also had problems--the main one being an over-reverence of one Richard Wagner.

But back to Bruck: 82 minus 28 is 54, and he told people: "Yes, I love it but please play something else that I have written..."

He had written other things and had written them well but they just kept on performing his First Violin Concerto.

Which might be better than not being heard at all but I do suppose that after hearing it so much that dying, for him, was the only way to get away from it.

Which may not be a nice thing to say since we can get away from it in less drastic ways.

Although we all have our First Violin Concertos in different forms all of which makes death less tragic for all of us boys girls men women snakes dogs elephants things that fly and things which swim and all the things which can do neither and don't even care to.

Ask Mr. Bruck: Resting is good, but don't mention the First.

Charles Bukowski (03-25-83)

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right

Little Darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right
It's all right

...Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery—celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from—it’s where you take them to.

Jim Jarmusch

Watch money. Money is the barometer of a society's virtue. When you see that trading is done, not by consent but by compulsion, when you see that in order to produce, you need to obtain permission from men who produce nothing, when you see that money is flowing to those who deal not in goods but in favors, when you see that men get richer by graft and by pull than by work and your laws don't protect you against them, but protect them against you, when you see corruption being rewarded and honesty becoming a self-sacrifice, you may know that your society is doomed.

Excerpt from Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand, 1957.

Avant-Garde a clue.

Paul McCartney (Quoting George Harrison)

Uganda be kidding me.

Don Raymond, Jr.

Opportunities are available in all walks of life in Australia
So if you're young and if you're healthy
Why not get a boat and come to Australia

Australia, the chance of a lifetime
Australia, you get what you work for
Nobody has to be any better than what they want to be
Australia, no class distinction
Australia, no drug addiction
Nobody's got a chip on their shoulder
We'll surf like they do in the U.S.A.
We'll fly down to Sydney for our holiday
On sunny Christmas Day
Australia, Australia
No one hesitates at life or beats around the bush in Australia
So if you're young and if you're healthy
Why not get a boat and come to Australia
Australia sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la
Australia sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la
Everyone walks around with a perpetual smile across their face
Australia sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la
Australia sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la
Everyone gets around and nobody can ever get you down
We'll surf like they do in the U.S.A.
We'll fly down to Sydney for our holiday
On sunny Christmas Day
Australia, Australia.