(07/04/95 - 08/04/95)

In dawn hours        on the dock,
When the fires       are all dead,
The old tipplers     lie in shock,
Shorn of spirits,    of life bled.

Haunted horrors.     Grimy.  Smashed.
Taunted terrors.     Scorned and dreaded.
Daunted devils.      Hope's dreams trashed.
Listen, fellas:      Life's not fled.
Fighting fiercely    isa goddamned right.
Shout.  Cry out.     Assert your might.
Open your eyes.      Lookit the light.
Spite life's bite.   Ignite life.  Fight.

homeage of GG to JSB - my favorite composer of all time

So You Want to Write a Fugue 
So you want to write a fugue. 
You've got the urge to write a fugue. 
You've got the nerve to write a fugue. 
So go ahead, so go ahead and write a fugue. 

Go ahead and write a fugue that we can sing.  
Pay no heed, Pay no mind. 
Pay no heed to what we tell you, 
Pay no mind to what we tell you. 
Cast away all that you were told 
And the theory that you read. 

As we said, Come and write one, 
Oh do come and write one, 
Write a fugue that we can sing. 

Now the only way to write one 
Is to plunge right in and write one. 
Just forget the rules and write one, 
Just ignore the rules and try. 

And the fun of it will get you. 
And the joy of it will fetch you. 
It's a pleasure that is bound to satisfy. 
When you decide that John Sebastian must have 
been a very personable guy. 

Never be clever 
for the sake of being clever, 
for the sake of showing off. 
For a canon in inversion is a dangerous diversion,  
And a bit of augmentation is a serious temptation, 

While a stretto diminution is an obvious allusion.  
For to try to write a fugue that we can sing.  
And when you finish writing it 
I think you will find a great joy in it.  
or so... 
Nothing ventured, nothing gained they say 
But still it is rather hard to start. 

Well let us try right now. 
Now we are going to write a fugue. 
We are going to write a good one. 
We are going to write a fugue ... right now.  

Alexander Galich