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  • Writer's pictureChoo Choo
    • Jan 28, 2014
    • 1 min read

Beim Schlafengehen


Break time. Burning the midnight oil with the likes of Schubert D960 and Strauss Four Last Songs. Two wonderful companions with whom to while away the wee hours. Seriously, if you ever find yourself scrambling to cram in a late night practice sesh after a long day of work (Beethoven 3rd violin sonata, why you have so many notes?), you could do much worse than Schubert and Strauss. I'm not worthy.

[The harmonies! They burn!]

(But in a good way, like when you sip a hot beverage and it radiates down your digestive tract and warms your insides. An internal hug.)

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