2-3 Aug-1985 Salzburg => Vienna. Beethoven, Klimt and ducks eating bread

2-Aug-1985 Salzburg => Vienna

Managed to pack, ship suitcase, and eat something and say goodbye to Frau Gluck and make it to the 1:40 bus.  First class train ride was very nice save the 80 shillings I had to pay because I forgot to get my rail pass stamped.  After much walking (I feel sore already) we made it to the International Studenthaus only to mistakingly realize that we didn’t have enough money (@6:10) so we broke the world record of being in a strange city of making it to the Bahnhof and back by 7:15 using the train and subway. Met Lance for dinner and a bit of walking.  Heard fantastic Spanish folk music players with ukulele, guitars, pipes, and voices.  Ate ice cream.

Trying to find the hostel in Vienna was an ordeal.  We walked and walked and walked.  We had the address but it was only when Frank recognized the building that matched the photograph in the brochure we were carrying that we found it.  It was not on the main road.  And then we had to go all the way back to the train station to get money!   I can’t believe we had the strength to go out again that night.  The streets were filled with performers – musicians, jugglers, etc.  Much more lively than Salzburg.

3-Aug-1985 Sat. Vienna

Ate breakfast at around 8:30 with Lance. Then went to Opera house – saw tours were available, but skipped it.  Sat in front and arranged itinerary.  Eventually found way to the Historical Museum of Vienna by way of the Russian War Memorial – great fountain.  Spent too long seeing prehistoric to 1940s paintings and artifacts.  Then made our way to Belvedere.  Spent too long looking at Art Museum – a lot of great works, but no time to groove on them.  At that point we were incredibly hungry and made it to the Metroplatz-Interchange and ate at diner then went to Stadtpark.  A real difference from the rest of the city.  There’s a duck pond in the middle with large fish in it.  We sat by the pond for a while and some people came and starting feeding the ducks and pigeons.  The pigeons are incredibly domesticated – maybe because they’ve had to deal with man with so many more centuries.  The ducks and pigeons were all over and around our feet and at a start they would fly up and all around us.  The ducks would come on land, get a piece of bread, then back to the water’s edge to moisten the bread in order to swallow it.  From there we saw the house where Beethoven finished the 9th — a run-down, boarded up garage type of thing.  Then we came home and took a nap.  Then, with Lance, we went to the Stadtpark again to eat and watch and hear the Strauss waltzes being played as people danced – left there at 9:30 and came home.  I suppose it was the actual pavilion where the the waltzes were played by Strauss.

I have some pictures of Vienna that I need to post, but I don’t have them with me.  The Belvedere palace was very cool, I’m surprised I didn’t write more about it — especially in comparison to my lengthy description of ducks eating bread!  It took a while to get out to the house where Beethoven finished the 9th, and it was a disappointment.  We could just look at it, and turn around.  But even so, I remember it clearly.  The juxtaposition of the rundown house against the music that was written there was somehow appropriate — more appropriate, to me, then Klimt’s gaudy Beethovenfries at the Belvedere.

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31-July to 1-Aug-1985 Wed – Frank arrives

31-July-1985 Wed. – 1-Aug-1985 Thurs

Took my laundry to the laundromat and didn’t know whether she was going to take care of it or not – I looked at her, stumbling and she lost patience and said, “speak to me, sir, please speak to me!”.  Christ!  Settle down, woman.  Frank came in early and I hardly recognized him even after he called my name and I looked right at him.  We went home, Frank showered while I went to lunch (with John, Marci, and Colette). Came back, had beer with John and Joel. I picked up my laundry with Frank, went to Dom and fortress, then made it to dinner (with Tony) and to Xenakis. Concert was not as good as last one – although one piece had same percussionists. Then we went and met John, Marci, Joel, and Helga at Sternbrau. Then I realized that I had left my wallet at the Mozarteum.  F & I returned but all was closed. Went back to Altstadt to find Marci, John, and Joel saying goodbye to Helga.  F & I found a place for F to eat & walked home. In our room we found Kevin sleeping on the floor. He had *crawled up the drainpipe* to the balcony – I wish that I could somehow describe how incredibly funny that guy is. The morning came early – Kevin still had to pack. We all (except F) went down to BUSES and I saw the people off ——————————————————————–
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Told people I’d come to Marci’s Thanksgiving party that she’s famous for.  She gave me a standing invitation to stop by anytime. Rode home with Lance.  Frank and I went to Bahnhof to get money, then ate breakfast across street. After getting lost all over Mozarteum we found the stage door to the Grosse Studio and my wallet was still there. After that we spent 2:15 hours in Residence Gallery – I would like to take time to describe the memorable pieces, but hey, forget it.  Bought postcards of some.  Then made tour of 3rd century church catacombs. That was old – 1000 years older than the fortress almost – Holy —.  Saw some other churches (Frozoshichte & Universität – in which the organist was practicing Bach fugues). We ate at Nordsee and then to Sternbrau for dessert and beer, then to Cafe Stein for view, bells, and *my* waitress. Started raining so I said “wiedershon” & we made it home to a seemingly empty house with Lance, John, and Joel gone.

That scene in the laundromat is classic, and shows I still was not completely adjusted to the place.  The Xenakis concert had some really cool elements to it.  One piece had the percussionists spread all over the theatre, and another was a tympani solo played by Xenakis himself.   That I didn’t totally freak out when I lost my wallet is pretty amazing. I think this is when I found a poster for the concert series and took it off the wall.

I drew out 8 lines that filled up the bottom of the page following the “saw people off” line.   That was the big transition.  Except for seeing Lance briefly in Vienna, I’ve never seen any of my Salzburg friends again.   And arriving was Frank, my friend since childhood.  I was thrilled to see Frank and looked forward to showing him around my new town.  But isn’t it weird how most of the references to Frank are just with an “F”?  On the one hand it’s just a sign of familiarity — who else could I be referring to?   But still, every other person in the diary has a completely spelled out name.  Was I sub-conciously signifying a difference between new and old friends – the newer being more more real to me at the time than the older?  Of course, now, the opposite is true.  But that month in Salzburg was so vivid, and while I’ve mythologized the people and events, it is still all so real.   I had never done anything like that, made friends so quickly, and lived so independently.   But now I was back with someone who liked to do and see the same things – spend hours looking at paintings, touring catacombs, going to concerts, listening to bells, … and we were about to tour Europe together.  It felt good.

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28-30 July-1985 the beginning of the end of Salzburg

28-July-1985 Sun

Went to Dom for mass with Joel & Marci.  I heard some Mozart, but there was also contemporary pieces (not very good).  The instrumentation was choir, organ, and string orchestra.  I lost Marci and Joel afterwards. I found a Picasso exhibit of his sketches and stuff.  Then ate at Nordsee — really good.  Went out around 6:00 with John to eat dinner, we ate twice.  Came home.

29-July-1985 Mon.

Went to class, heard Requiem.  Sang songs for Lance, Jen, & Debbie with Tony.  Midnight Sky goes over real good.  The Clap (to “One Arm Bandit”), and others.  Ate lunch.  Came home started finishing Mozart for test.  About 4:00, however, John, Joel, & I started drinking rum & cokes and we’re rather buzzed by dinner.  Marci gave me a whole bunch of Europe information — a lot on Vienna.  She assured me that I was the only one on this trip that she would even think of giving the material to.  We made our way back to the house for Lance’s big farewell beer bash in the back yard.  Aside from some major destruction by John who was really messed up — it all went well.  They played some good music — Alan Parson’s from Eve, Supertramp, and Meatloaf – the big favorite.  Danced with Colette & Barb.  I did OK with easy things – but really messed up with Paradise by the Dashboard Lights with Colette.  After that she danced with Carl.  Had a slow dance with Barb.  Everyone split — Lance left me in charge to put some things away.  Then — rather drunk I guess, I read the rest of Mozart.  Started taking notes.  Slept for about 2-1/2 hours ’till three — when John came in — completely gone — I’m lucky I survived.  Studied from about 4 to 5:30 then Lance came home.  Sort of slept ’til 6:30, got up, studied a bit before breakfast — Kevin cheered me up — I was feeling kind of ill!  Then I was in good spirits.

Another reference to that Midnight Sky song.  In the past few weeks while transcribing this journal I’ve remembered most of it.  It’s not bad.   “The Clap” was my music to Tony’s made up words.  I don’t feel a need to remember that one!   There were a couple songs like that.  Tony’s words were always pretty offensive.

Lance’s “beer bash” was basically 15-20 people in Frau Gluck’s back yard; maybe less.  I’m fairly certain I did pretty poorly in any attempt at dancing. What I remember most is stepping on toes.  Boy I sound like a real college student with the all night drunken studying.   I remember when John came home in the middle of the night — that was really surreal.  He was dying for a cigarette, but didn’t have any matches or his lighter.  He was really freaking out.  Believe it or not, I suggested he try to light his cigarette using Lance’s iron.  The visual of him sitting in a chair holding the hot iron up to his cigarette is very etched clearly in my mind.   What was I thinking?  What was he thinking?  What a riot.   I think Lance saved the day, when he came home with a match.

30-July-1985 Tues.

Got a 203 or 4 on final — that gives me an average of 101 — not bad!  After class Peter, Carl, and the other guy played with my superball in the school which is set for ultimate play.  I then walked around (missing – as I learned later, an opportunity to play for Shirley and Barb — and the last chance to see them as well) to the train station and to the Mozarteum to look for Xenakis posters.  Walked back to school, played piano.  Ate lunch with Joel and Colette.  Afterwards went shopping with them — bought Mozart record.  Came home, talked with John & Joel for a while — took shower.  John & Joel went to meet Marci and I went to dinner — ate with Tony & Colette, which was kind of sad thinking about how I may not see them for a long while if ever.

Afterwards, I walked to the river & was joined by Debbie (from South Carolina).  She is something of an extremely nice girl, extremely pretty as well.  She was all dressed up going to a meal and orientation for the Rome trip which leaves early tomorrow.  It was raining so she used my umbrella and I, my trench coat & hat.  I walked her to the hotel and she said, “I’ll never see you again in my entire life”.  I said, “well, I’ll write you a letter”.  She’s just as nice to everyone.  I then walked to a place on the way up to the fortress to hear bells.  They weren’t extremely impressive until the Dom bells went off.  I then walked over past Numberg Abbey to back of mountain and returned — got bus, came home.  At dinner Colette asked me what I thought of the people here.  I gave a very eloquent answer I think.

You must understand — the building where our classes were held was an 4 story atrium with the classrooms all around the sides.  So it really was the ultimate super ball court!  Who are all these people, and where did they all go?   I wonder what that “very eloquent” answer was that I gave to Colette.

The next day people start leaving…  And Frank arrives.

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27-July-1985 bells and super balls

27-July-1985 Sat.

Slept too much all morning, when I should have been buying food & washing clothes.  Staggered down to lunch in bad mood.  Meal was not too horrendous.  Came home with Joel, read USA today, first time I’ve read the newspaper the entire trip.  Then did some wash and read Mozart.  Went down to Altstadt early before dinner in order to see when the next Xenakis concert was and then to dinner.  Sat next to Connie (who’s been a vegetarian for 7 years). Very attractive.  Left immediately afterwards and walked to Altstadt and halfway up to fortress in order to hear the bells.  I must have missed them, because at around 8 o’clock a few went off, but it was nothing too exciting.  Right when those few started, Kevin and Wendy walked by on the way to concert.

Kevin: “what are you waiting for”
Me: I’m waiting for the bells to ring”
Kevin: “what, no really”
[bells start ringing]
Me: “this is what I’ve been waiting for – the bells!”
Wendy: “he wants to hear the bells – we’re disturbing him”
Kevin: “oh, sorry we’ll move on then, see ya”
Me: “see ya”

Afterwards I started home, dribbling my super-ball.  Almost went into the Art & Music club by our house, but no action was going on and two people who looked weird came out.  I left in fear of anarchists.  Perhaps if something would have been happening inside I would have investigated.  Made it home by 9:15.

I don’t know what was going on in that last paragraph.  …”no action was going on” at the club?  “Perhaps if something was going on”?  Since when did I seek out places where something was going on?   I barely remember that scene.  I was afraid of crazy Euro-anarchists, however.  But that statement is slightly tongue-in-cheek, as in, “isn’t it silly that I’m afraid of anarchists”.  Anarchism as a political philosophy is really interesting, but who knows how badly these particular anarchists hated Americans.  But really, I’m walking through the streets of Salzburg “dribbling my super-ball”.  Your run-of-the-mill Euro-anarchist must have some appreciation for that!  There were other situations where I was drawn to hang out with people that I thought I could relate to — like a group of  people sitting by the river strumming guitars.  But I would never get up the nerve.  And just continue on my way.  With my super-ball.

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26-July-1985 Fanfare in the Biergarten

26-July-1985 Fri.

Talked with John and then with Kevin before lunch.  Kevin was rambling on about how he couldn’t believe Dr. L…{?} was North American Fencing Champion and how other people besides him got scholarship money.  My goal was a concert at Mozarteum at 12:00 which I missed because of the lousy buses and traffic.  By the time the bus went past the restaurant it was 5 of 12 so I simply went to lunch.  After lunch went across steet to get ice cream w/ Kevin and Wendy.   Kevin ordered a banana split and Mozartbrecher (I have no idea what that is – ed.).  He was insane most of the day; insane yet hilarious.  After that I went home and talked and ate with John for a long time.  John’s been around – he was telling me about his singing telegram days in Pittsburg.  Went to dinner, afterwards went to Augustinian with Shirley, John, Maureen, Marci, Joel, and Barb.  Meet Salzburg friend of girls – a biologist named Martin.  Made a few trips to U.S – thought Boulder was the nicest place he had been!  Suggests I go to Hungary.  Shirley (from Lancaster) says her delivery company delivers to Lancaster Labs and has heard the name Fred Albright.  She told me she’d give me her # and we’d party sometime.  For the most part the Augustinian was as boring as death.  But some inspiration took me and I began thinking through the Fanfare and received new ideas that have been after me for a while now (Saturday night).  We left and I went home while everyone else went to clubs.  John left early.

To be honest that trip to the ice cream store was a bit more interesting; I had to sensor my description of Wendy eating ice cream.  At 47,  I can’t bring myself to repeat it.  She was a lovely young woman.  …Anyway, moving on… a couple contextual notes: Boulder, ever since I had gone there in ’83, had been my favorite place in the US.  I’ve been back twice since then and it certainly still ranks way up there.  “Fred Albright” is my cousin who was one of the key figures at Lancaster Laboratories.  Shirley never gave me her number, and I think both of us know that she never would.  And even if she had, do you think that in a million years I would have called her to “party”?   I probably had difficulty looking her in the eye, and goodness knows what she meant by “party”.  …. Geez – you’d think the Augustinian was the center of the universe.  Why were we always back at that place?   It’s a riot that in a crowded, raucous beer garden, surrounded by friends, acquaintances, and girls who wanted to “party”, I entertained myself by staring into space, thinking through my “Fanfare” — the piano piece I had been working on.  God knows what “new ideas” I “received”.   That piece turned into my “Fanfare for Piano and Horn” that was performed at my senior recital 2 years later.  It was probably the most significant piece of music I wrote in college.  At least something good came out of that stupid beer garden.

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25-July-1985 Xenakis vs. the Marching Band

This must be the day of the greatest contrasts. It was one of the most memorable nights.

25-July-1985

Before lunch sat on bench in sun w/Kevin and talked.  After lunch went up to fortress with Colette, Barb, Shirly, Debbie, Connie, the Twins.  We took tour (in German) and saw the torture chambers, went up to top of tower ( I think I took a picture) saw some living quarters and living room, toilet.  Huge ceramic stove with intricate designs.  The ceiling looked like Mrs. Pearson’s.  After tour Colette and I stayed to see the 2 museums in the Fortress.  The first was just World War I and II.  However, the second was all medieval relics, jousting rods, and some baroque pistols and rifles, suits of armor.  All of which were so intricately designed.

That evening I took John to the Xenakis concert, met Dr. McVoy there.  Dr. McVoy and I really enjoyed it, and I was pleased that John did also.  The percussionists were all around 18 it seemed, but the proficiency was astounding.  It made me shudder at the remembrance of West Chester.  These players were excited, intense, about playing, as was the audience about hearing.  Afterwards, the union between the composer, the players, and the audience was so thrilling.  We managed to run into Xenakis afterward.  Dr. McVoy was like a kid when he asked for an autograph and then wanted to go get ice cream.  John and I hadn’t eaten yet, so we went to the Chinese restaurant in AltStadt (my treat).  At that point we started drinking white wine — which we continued drinking into the night.  It was the night of the Festspiele opening and we heard the marching band playing a horrible march.  And after Xenakis it was like trying to wash down a nutritious, delicious meal with poison water.  It was a bad feeling.  We went across river to a couple of John’s clubs and drank.  At one o’clock I had reached my limit and I left and walked home.  I stopped at every bench along the way to readjust my horizontal stabilizers.  I was surprised when in the morning I didn’t feel that hung-over.

Did I really go on the fortress tour with all those girls? Pretty funny.  I liked Colette – she had incredible eyes.  I’ve always been attracted to eyes.  But being equally pathologically shy, we never said more than three words to each other.

I’ve always regretted not going for ice cream with Dr. McVoy — to extend the experience.  I haven’t mentioned that in addition to being the teacher of the Mozart class in Salzburg, Dr. McVoy was also one of my composition teachers back in West Chester.  It was so cool meet Xenakis – one of the giants of the post-war avant-garde, and famous student of Messiaen — one of my favorite composers.  I have vivid memories of the concert, and of the ridiculous marching band afterward.  The Xenakis piece was Pleiades.  I supposed the marching band wasn’t bad – I’ve played in far worse!  But compared to Xenakis, it felt…inauthentic.  The Salzburg fortress, built in 1066, and still standing — that’s authentic. A composition written in the last decade by a pioneer who pushed the boundaries of what music is, and performed by passionate musicians thrilled to be part of something original  — that’s authentic.  Now, 25 years later, anyone who takes time to make any kind of music has my respect.    But that night in 1985, it was a powerful contrast I’ll never forget.

And then, another drinking night with John.  Oh, well.  At one point Sade’s “Smooth Operator” came on, and he went out on the dance floor. Then he disappeared for a few minutes, then went back to the dance floor before coming back to the bar.  Later he told me that in those few minutes he had gone into the bathroom to throw up.

Maybe, while my day was spent observing and analyzing contrasts, John was actually living them.

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24-July-1985 the crazy gnome-like professor said I was eloquent.

24-July-1985

After lunch I went home to sleep.  After dinner I talked with Alfred (the professor from Edinboro who speaks a zillion languages, has traveled to every corner of the globe, and thinks he’s the carrier of the Socratic tradition — and yet believes he knows everything.)  He told me he had been hoping to talk with me — says he knew that I was a very perceptive person from the first time he saw me.  Has has quite a temper and I have seen him blow up.  However, I, when hearing that he taught geography quoted Dr. Ellis as saying that geography is a worthless subject.   For a while after that he stopped every sentence 2 seconds after I started with, “that is a very stupid thing to say”.  (the dude was drunk).  Anyway, he said I looked very European (anemic) and that I will turn out alright and that I carry myself very eloquently.  He told Tony that he will always be a child.

Alfred looked like a gnome – short, stocky, with long white hair and beard.  Rumor had it that he had two wooden legs.  I remember that evening.  We had to sit outside for dinner because there was an Indian wedding in the restaurant.  He blew up at one of the older ladies on the tour, yelling, “Bitch”, then correcting himself saying, “Sorry, OLD bitch!”.   She took it in stride.  So what does it mean that such a maniac said I would turn out alright?  Although I guess I’ve always prided myself on being respected by crazy eccentrics.  Dr. Ellis was my geology professor. He was equally arrogant and eccentric…but not as mean.  Imagine that evening with a live, crazy, increasing frenetic,  Indian dance beat going on in the background.   That night I may have been wearing my jeans and new pink shirt.  I was happy with how I looked.  Maybe that’s why I had the balls to challenge this kooky old elf.

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23-July-1985 So long ago

So long ago.  She had a very sad look in her eye…

23-July-1985

After lunch exchanged money, went to Carolino Augusteum Museum of Salzburg — historical.  For most of the time I was the only person in the entire museum.  Three floors — I looked at everything in the place closely.  I was surprised how much of the German descriptions I could understand.  The first floor was ancient pieces with information about museum itself.  Second floor was mostly ancient Neolithic and Bronze Age stuff found in the area.  Saw a portrait of a young woman in her finest dress.  When I looked around at the rooms they had set up in Medieval authenticity I had the feeling that these people or especially this girl were very unhappy.  So long ago.  She had a very sad look in her eye.  On the next floor was a lot of modern art.  Some of which I wrote in the other book.  Many original instruments (baroque and rococo) also.  Long bassoons with snake’s head for bells.  Would have liked to buy some information but it looked too expensive.  After museum I walked back to piano and then home to change for Marionette theater.   John and Vanessa showed up at the theatre before show (they had been drinking all day).  Then John couldn’t handle it (he paid extra money to get good seats) and left with Vanessa which was extremely maddening.  The proud, flaunting, blatant apathy sought out my anger to no end.  The show was good – I wish I knew the opera better for the parts I did know I enjoyed a lot.  Afterward I wanted to stay outside because the weather was so nice, but I, alas, was too tired.

What “other book”?  I don’t remember that at all.  I bet those “bassoons” were sackbuts!  I had forgotten about that museum, and how I spent hours looking at everything it.  And that girl with the sad look in her eye.  I remember her now.   The opera was “The Magic Flute”, and it was a lot of fun.  How can people go to Salzburg for an entire month and have no interest in anything but drinking.  I remember some people saying halfway through the month, “I’ve done Salzburg, I’m bored, I’m ready to move on”.  At this point in the trip, I felt I could have stayed there the rest of my life.

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21-22 July-1985 – far across the lawn… my pants seem worthless

21-July-1985 Sun.

Slept ’till noon.  Finished “Far across the lawn” inspired by concert & M. Davenport.  Went out to eat w/ Joel at Nordsee (a german Arthur Treachers). Not bad.  Met John at Mozart’s Geburtshaus and went to Stern Brau & Augustinian — both unexciting.  Talked to Sonja at Augustinian.  Then I came home, read Mozart, and ate {something} and yogurt.  Cold doesn’t really seem any better than gestern.  Sh*t.

That “Far Across the Lawn” music ended up in one of my senior recital pieces – Three Songs for Baritone.  I’m not sure what I “finished” in Salzburg, exactly.  The lyrics are by my friend, James Esch:
Far across the lawn
Looking at her watch
She sighed.
The part that I sketched out was after the word “watch” — I used the sound of all the church bells going off at once as inspiration.  I love how the poem starts with distance, and then suddenly zooms all the way in to her watch.   Even though it’s an intimate moment, I wanted to portray how big and profound the moment could have been to her.  I tried several times to write out something that had that sound.  In the end, I actually improvised the section at my senior recital.  Chris McGay was the baritone, he did a great job.

22-July-1985 Mon.

After a completely miserable weekend, today didn’t seem so bad.  My head is still clogged.  Met class at Mozarteum (school of music and museum) across river.  Wasn’t too thrilling.  Saw a few more letters like the one from Paris when his mother died.  Saw & heard some instruments (organ, harpsichord & piano) at the Mozart-Wohnhaus — afterward, I thought that we had completely missed lunch so I stormed to McDonald’s which was mobbed mobbed mobbed.  The food gave me an incredible headache that didn’t go away until dinner.  I walked up and down the Getran Strasse looking in windows like everyone else until I couldn’t stand it anymore and then — climbed stairs to Mönchberg and across to Augustinian.  Took two pictures from Winkler.

Headache was so bad I lay on a bench off the road for awhile — didn’t help.  Finally made it to the school by 4:00 and played piano while Kevin drew a picture of a wave on the board (hang ten, babe!).  Sat at restaurant until dinner, listened to different conversations while trying to write lyrics.  The prospects of dinner was so bad (cold bologna salad) that John & I went to Weinerweld.  He treated the whole evening.  Then we wanted to go see Amadeus — but it was too late.  We could either see the Glenn Miller Story or Star Wars – both dubbed.  I of course wanted to see Star Wars.  After 30 minutes John mumbled something and left.  Oh, well.  I enjoyed it.  It’s a good way to learn German.  Rushed out, didn’t see John, ran to catch last Bus home.  Just made it.  Talked to Kevin off the balcony about concert at Mirabell as he got undressed.  I decided today that my pants are fitting too loose — I must eat more.  My new pants seem worthless, they’re so big.

Also, I must do two things — see museums! and climb mountains.  Dr McVoy and Eye (sic) saw poster for concert series of Xanakis — most concerts are free, so yeah!  Bought some post cards and aerograms as well.

There is a bright planet in the sky that rises very late — so I figure it must be Jupiter.  I wish I new the Summer sky — perhaps I could see Alpha Centuri.

Um, Jim, no I don’t think you can see Alpha Centuri.  You’re even further North than home.  And why, why, why do you keep going to MacDonald’s.  I guess three times in a month isn’t so horrible — but there are other places to eat.  Heck nowadays they probably have a KFC on every corner.  Everything I read about John in these logs makes me wonder why I kept hanging around with him.  I guess we had some good conversations and he took the time to get to know me.  How funny that earlier I’m so worried about my pants shrinking, and now they’re worthlessly too big!   How many hours of my life have I spent worrying about my pants.  Good grief.

Finding out about the Xanakis concerts was *big news*.   Dr. McVoy and I were so excited about that.  The first concert we went to was absolutely incredible — stay tuned for that.

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20-July-1985. I want to…but I’m too tired.

20-July-1985 Sat.

Slept until lunch.  Slept & read after lunch.  Ate lunch with Colette.  After dinner went to a performance of Mozart’s Requiem at Franciscan church.  Stood for whole thing – cost $7.50 but well worth it.  It was pooring rain afterwards — which was great!  It fit in so perfectly.  I wanted to go home and complete all my unfinished works.  It wouldn’t be that hard.  But I’m too tired — I’ll try to think through them as I fall asleep.  Marcia Davenport says in book that the composer must subject himself to the strictest mental discipline.  Oh! if only I could.

What is there to say?  How many times have I repeated that to myself?  What can I learn 25 years later?  Oh, Salzburg.

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