Delivering such a phrase equates to judgement towards oneself in the first place. One may indeed wonder about a fine risotto —- finer by containing fine threads of saffron —- topped with a polish sausage, of all things. But taste trumps culture.
Where does a music composition come from? If one answers with a simple and logical “inspiration”, where is it stored in its uninspiring state? Where does an idea come from, outside of the realm of necessities? Where is the revelation coming from that brings orange hues together? I do not know, generally. Could it be… Continue reading Reviving my orange risotto