In boarding school; back in the 1950s, I took piano lessons for a couple of terms. I was a lazy student, not prepared to spend my spare time practising. My first encounter with the music teacher took place a year or two earlier when, during a music appreciation class, I was asked what classical composers I’d heard of. He scoffed when I named Strauss.
Disdain for Culture and the road to Fascism
Disdain for Culture and the road to Fascism
Disdain for Culture and the road to Fascism
In boarding school; back in the 1950s, I took piano lessons for a couple of terms. I was a lazy student, not prepared to spend my spare time practising. My first encounter with the music teacher took place a year or two earlier when, during a music appreciation class, I was asked what classical composers I’d heard of. He scoffed when I named Strauss.