Applying Carl Orff therapy to the potheads living below my apartment.
- Julie R. Neidlinger

- Jan 20
- 4 min read

Many years ago, my German sister Bine gave me a Carl Orff CD.
I have received many German classical CDs from her, often dark, brutal, and a reminder that Chopin’s Polish version of melodic depression is very different from most German composers’ versions; it is the difference between writing poetry and sharpening axes. It has often seemed to me that German composers were either overly jolly with beer, waltzes, and positivity, or starting a metallurgical war.




