If I were a Dead Russian Composer, I would be Igor Stravinsky.
Known as a true son of the new 20th Century, my music started out melodic and folky but slowly got more dissonant and bizzare as I aged. I am a traveler and a neat freak, and very much hated those rotten eggs thrown at me after the premiere of “The Rite of Spring.”
Met dank aan Arnoud.
We wisten niet dat we die balken aan mochten raken in Zijperspace.