So runs it in my blood.
(The link didn’t seem to be working so I uploaded it directly and am reposting.)
I was recording myself playing some pieces and I realized I don’t think I’ve ever posted me playing piano before, so here’s a short little eighteen measure Bartok piece from his Romanian Folk Dances.
I want a talking-but-otherwise-reasonably-realistic animal story about the ancestors of today’s birds struggling to survive the nuclear winter brought on by the K-Pg impact. There’s plenty of potential for drama considering the inevitable competition for warm places to sleep and the right to eat what few photosynthetic organisms have managed to survive the lack of sunlight.
Hamlet: Man delights not me—
Horatio: That’s not what you said last night, my lord.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern: WHAT.