Quote by Gordon Getty
When my opera Plump Jack was performed in 1989, my first piano tea

When my opera Plump Jack was performed in 1989, my first piano teacher sent me something that Id composed when I was four. I remember I played it, and it still sounded like me. Im the same composer I was then. – Gordon Getty

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I was in Paris at an English-language bookstore. I picked up a volume of Dickinsons poetry. I came back to my hotel, read 2,000 of her poems and immediately began composing in my head. I wrote down the melodies even before I got to a piano. – Gordon Getty

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