In somewhat of a return to the "Birth of Originality" series from January, I decided to explore the extreme poles of "Form vs. Function," in the form of meticulously detailed 12-tone "intellectual" writing versus 100% unplanned, mindlessly "emotional" writing. The first of those is today. It's almost like anti-music, devoid of most any discernible emotion, more like a clock executing its tasks as pre-destined by its machinery. Yet it also represents a certain form of admirable perfection (especially in the case of music by Webern, who brought this style to its absolute zenith).
If only it were a sports car...