Who were the best classical composers of all time? It’s hard to say, because they’re all different, and in the end, music is a matter of personal taste.
Here’s is a list of some of the most famous classical composers of all time and what they’re music tastes like to me:
Claude Debussy: Shallot.
Frederic Chopin: Artichoke.
Franz Liszt: Beetroot.
Guiseppe Verdi: Celery.
Ludwig van Beethoven: Eggplant.
Erik Satie: Fennel.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Romanescu.
Johann Sebastian Bach: Swede.
Antonio Vivaldi: Parsley.
Sergei Rachmaninoff: Asparagus.
Pyotr Ilycih Tchaikovsky: Capsicum.
Franz Shubert: Potato.
George Frideric Handel: Parsnip.
Felix Mendelssohn: Tomato.
Robert Alexander Schumann: Carrot.
Joseph Haydn: Okra.
Antonin Dvorak: Celeriac.
Edvard Grieg: Cauliflower.
Tomaso Albinoni: Mushroom.
Gabriel Faure: Pumpkin.
No, I don’t suffer from synesthesia. This is simply an imagining of the flavour of each composer’s music.
Do you have a favourite composer?
What does their music taste like to you?
It sits there
In it’s cage,
Just sits there,
In it’s cage.
It sits there,
Just sits there,
In it’s cage.
Once upon a time, when there was still such a thing as analog television you could watch the television static and know that at least one percent of what you were watching was a result of the afterglow of the big bang.
If you watch it for long enough you start to see things…
If Thomas Edison’s ghost were to be summoned to Earth from wherever he is joyously floating around in the inter dimensions of the universe and the heavens, what would he say? Probably something like this:
“Hello? Hello? Is anybody there? What is this? Where am I? I was flying. FLYING I tell you! I don’t know where. Somewhere in heaven. Or I was… maybe… I’m trying to remember… I was hovering somewhere over Jupiter. Oh, maybe it’s the same thing. I can’t recall. It was like a dream, but a waking dream in which everything and anything was possible! It was beautiful! Majestic! I was free, like some golden firebird flying across the universe lighting up the darkness wherever I went. Like some kind of rogue star shooting through galaxies without any bounds to my light, and to my path. There were no constraints of time and space! It was beautiful! And now what am I doing here? Who did this? Hello? I’d like to go now please… I’m a bit annoyed about this whole thing really. I mean, who is behind this? Hello? Speak up will you! Show yourself! I want to go now please.”
Yeah, something like that.
Yes, I’ve written a new play, and this time it’s 50/50 drama/comedy. Well… I guess all theatre is technically drama… so maybe that should be 50/50 serious/funny. Either way, I think you get what I mean.
The new play is titled “Plummet” and I’ve just recently entered it into the Patrick White Playwrights’ Award (one of the biggest playwriting awards in Australia). I’ll inevitably be up against some tough competition. But, the way I see it is that you’ve got to be in it to win it, and I honestly feel that Plummet has the goods to take it out.
So what’s the play about? I can’t say too much just yet. The play title “Plummet” is a play on words, meaning to fall down quickly, and also another word for “plumbing bob”. No, not that guy named Bob that fixed your toilet last year. I mean one of those little metal things that hang on a line and help a plumber to find dead vertical.
The story involves a plumber turning up at the house of an elderly lady to install her dishwasher. She talks his ear off, in the process creating flashbacks in which she is able to step into and redirect her younger self into a better life. It’s part part dark comedy, part magical realist love story.
Stay tuned for updates on the progress of the play!
Recently I took part in the 48 hour film project in Prague. If you haven’t heard about it before, it’s a competition in which teams only have forty-eight hours to write, storyboard, film, edit and produce a short film using a genre, line of dialogue, character, and a prop provided randomly by the festival organisers.
I wrote and acted in the short film that we have titled “Lifted”. Felipe Baez, a talented new director from Brazil, directed the short, and we were joined by twelve other film enthusiasts.
It was a lot of fun to be part of the project, and certainly a challenge to write a screenplay in such a short amount of time. I admit that the finished product is certainly rough, but I’m proud of what we created. Plus, we won an audience choice award for our screening group in the competition so I guess, at least some other people, feel the same way.
Watch it and see for yourself!
Hey! Check this out! I’m on the radio!
This being my first radio interview I was pretty nervous I have to admit. Mind you, I wasn’t nervous all week in the run up to it, but then as soon as I sat down in that chair with my Prague Radio coffee mug in front of me, and I saw the “On Air” sign go red, I just kind of freaked out a little bit.
It was a great experience, and I’m really happy with how the interview turned out.
Here’s the link:
“A young Australian moves to Prague to be with his girlfriend, and is soon harassed by an alcoholic grouch, a hypochondriac divorcee, and a delirious young woman. All three are dead, and the Australian is the man to help them find the light. If only he could understand a word of Czech.
Sinister, surreal and side-splitting… False Friends is a new comedy from the writer of last year’s sell-out show Deja Vu.”