Last time we met I gave the impression that I would write this about Freddy Chopin. Shortly after finishing that post (read: 30 seconds) I thought, hey wait a tic, shouldn't I write about a more obscure, hipster-loved composer? But since Phillip Glass is still a couple of letters away (even his cousins are hipsters!), I'm going to write about George Crumb.
George Crumb, in the garden, with the chair (1929- )