A picture from the last time we got together.
Some time with Gluck
Things were slow, so I took my time machine back to 1746, Prague, and the office of composer Christoph Willibald Gluck. Gluck was sitting at his desk, pen in hand, writing musical notes on paper. I asked what he was working on. I startled him, and he knocked over his inkwell, staining the paper black.
He let out the longest sigh. I noticed because everything else was so quiet due to the complete absence of electronic devices.
Gluck looked up at me and said that he “had” been composing a trio sonata for the nameday celebrations of King Charles VII of Naples. I said I was sorry and asked if I could make up for my intrusion by writing the song myself. Gluck agreed.
I wrote, “King Charles, there’s something about you./ K.C., you are spectacular in your kingy ways/your crown is one of the shiniest/may you always be king, until you decide to do something else.”
Now what?
I remember when I used to be a plant. All day long I was striving for the Sun. But I couldn’t reach it. Finally one day I said, “Hey, Sun, you’re too far away. I give up.”
The Sun said, “Wait, dude, I’m here. I traveled across the Universe to get to you because of your irresistible need to reach me.”
And I was like, “Oh, okay, thanks…Now what?”
The Sun said, “I don’t know either.”
