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conversing without Feldman

I was once reading a lot of Morton Feldman, and on a flight back home a stewardess bought me three rounds of drinks, and I wrote her a poem on the back of a score I was working on.

I walked off that plane feeling very content.

It took me three days to realise I had been reading too much Feldman.

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