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dimitri was a music man who paid attention to life's subtleties he chiseled at a block of notes, hammering them down to sculpted perfection music did he use as a platform to disguise his controversial contexts distracting his judges with thin air before delving into the matter at hand a scherzo, to illumine Stalin's atrocities sewn into the playful boom-chuck, dangerous melodies and complex harmonies in one instance, the William Tell did he use to comment on power to the people and their triumph over the regime it was a strategic ironic play Rossini's light, airy music brewing with tumult in fact une blague, a sort of joke to mock society an unsettling fiddle bit later echoed in the likes of Bernstein dimitri read his part at a UNESCO convention-- --deadpan, not looking up once from his paper it was clear, he had his own opinion a voice rang in the distance, an approaching bell at a time when all were violently silenced the opposition cleverly fashioning his statements one only had to listen to his symphonies to find dimitri's was a very attuned mind.
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Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 7:39 AM UTC
dimitri toed the line
dimitri was a music man who paid attention to life's subtleties he chiseled at a block of notes, hammering them down to sculpted perfection music did he use as a platform to disguise his controversial contexts distracting his judges with thin air before delving into the matter at hand a scherzo, to illumine Stalin's atrocities sewn into the playful boom-chuck, dangerous melodies and complex harmonies in one instance, the William Tell did he use to comment on power to the people and their triumph over the regime it was a strategic ironic play Rossini's light, airy music brewing with tumult in fact une blague, a sort of joke to mock society an unsettling fiddle bit later echoed in the likes of Bernstein dimitri read his part at a UNESCO convention-- --deadpan, not looking up once from his paper it was clear, he had his own opinion a voice rang in the distance, an approaching bell at a time when all were violently silenced the opposition cleverly fashioning his statements one only had to listen to his symphonies to find dimitri's was a very attuned mind.
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Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 7:39 AM UTC
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