A little explanation, as a quote.

I want to write storys. Therefore, the student I am, I did some reading on the subject. I found something good. Hear it is.

Henriette Anne Klauser said:

"Once I went to a piano concert where a brilliant Russian pianist was playing an evening of Franz Liszt. He played the Tarantella, the Don Juan Fantasy, and Liefestraum. The music was cellestial; it took the top off my head. When the lights went up, I turned my attention to the program notes. I was still somewhat dazed from the power and majesty of the music I had just heard. What I read there brought me sharply back to the mundane world.

"Liszt," the program said, "was a typical product of the Romantic age... He produced more than seven hundred works, including many that are either uneven in quality, superficially constructed, or downright dull."

Ha! Do you see the press for perfection we put even on our great composers? We do not allow even Liszt to have mulch for his mind. Can you imagine what it would have been like had Liszt sat down and said, "I am not going to write anything at all. I am not going to write one note until I think of something grand. Until I can compose Liebestraum without stopping, do the Tarantella from top to bottom, until I can let my pen fly across the page and never cross out or writie something less than celestial, I will not write at all. No way will I ever put myself in the position of having some program notes on my music dismiss the bulk of my outpourings as being dull, shallow, and uneven."

Chances are he never would have written the soaring music that thrills the heart today, 150 years later."

So when you, reader, read some garbage on this blog, think of it as part of my Lizt questing. Maybe I will spew forth mountainous quantities of tripe and a good story now and then, who knows, shall we see?