I’m an Occam’s Razor, sometimes-a-cigar-is-just-a-cigar kinda guy. Before I’ll dive into more complicated explanations for phenomena and events, I reflexively exhaust the simpler possibilities.
The narrative that’s developed around the American composer Charles Ives (1874-1954) and his incoherent, incompetently-wrought music strikes me as a characteristi…
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