Melbourne Recital Centre — Attraction in Melbourne

The Melbourne Recital Centre rejected me.

i applied to play a concert without expecting payment, and they gave me hope that they would contact me, and then they ignored me.

My application to perform contained the original manuscript of this scanned work. And during my application i explained my situation to them. And then i was about to start to cry, because my situation was very terrible and sad. So i exited, and cried outside. And after that they ignored my application. They hurt my feelings. And i tried to give others what was precious to me, and required much effort to prepare.

But i was seemingly not good enough to be thanked for giving to them a handwritten score. And i didn't wish to talk about it, but many hurt me, and i could manage only so much to hold back to talk about it. They didn't respond to the application. And i studied composition for many years, and was tortured in the mental hospital nearby because of an unfair accusation and Police with weapons of terror that touched me harshly.

And the people who managed the Alfred, seemed to be the same people who manage Melbourne Recital Centre. And this is how i was treated so near to my hometown, St Kilda. Where i still live with my Mum, in the house where my nappies were changed after i pooed my pants, when i was younger.

It is the same house where years earlier, a man from Crisis Assessment and Treatment Team forbade me from employment.

It is the same house where years earlier, a woman from Crisis Assessment and Treatment Team told me to feed birds in the park. And when i went to the park, there was a sign saying not to feed the birds. They traumatized me and led me into difficulty. And my intention was kindness, and they tried to turn me into a monster, and sometimes managed to. And i didn't dislike them until they gave me many reasons to.

i could barely think while on the substances, but over a year after stopping against the recommendation, i managed to hand write many hundreds of pages of piano works, unpaid. They seemingly hoped for me to perish like a drug addict, and only pretended to care about Health, Contribution, Healthy Families or even genuine Kindness. They hate Aboriginals and to be not destructive and filthy to the park - because there was many disposable coffee cups on the ground, so i picked them up and put them in the bin. But when i returned, there was many again, so i picked them up and put them in the bin. But when i returned, there was many again, so i picked them up and put them in the bin.

Though i had been told to get Married, i couldn't seem to become Married. Because they hurt me and made a Healthy Family very difficult to achieve. And now i cannot marry even more, because i became old and more well-known, but i had hoped to become Married when i was much younger, and to have a more private life, and to cover my shame away from popularity.

But these people seemingly make it prerequisite to be who i didn't wish to be, to ever become part of a Healthy Family. Seemingly they would have only sincerely helped, if their reputation was at risk.

i was not payed for many thousands of hours of work, as a composer, in a country called "Wealth for Toil". Grainger did a good decision to leave. But i have become often too traumatized to go outside, even to the park, because i feel stalked by employed government gang stalkers,...

Today, I just wanted to apologise for leaving abruptly a few days ago, after handing in my handwritten score (Psalm 130 [with hidden words], Op.464) and included contact details regarding application to play on the piano. After telling some of my story to the 2 People working inside, while speaking with them, I felt the urge to cry, so I quickly left and was crying outside in the street, while I walked home to where I live with my Mum. I cried because the society tortured me and treated me a bit like trash, and because for many years I studied music and learned some Composition hoping to Marry and to start a Healthy Family someday - but CATT forbade me from employment (I therefore cannot afford to approach, with a clear conscience any Female to marry with, because I would not be able to support a Family later - but it did not matter that much, because all of the Females who I became in love with tended to abandon my Friendship anyway, even sometimes after called us "Friends"). It was difficult enough to earn anything as a musician or Composer, but on top of that, I had been forcefully drugged after a False Accusation in 2012 AD, and the drugs made it so that I could not think clearly enough to properly make any music at all - I even struggled in the classes Baroque Ensemble of the nearby University, because those substances prevented me from speaking properly or socialising and even from correctly reading the figured bass on the harpsichord, so I had to leave the classes, because my mind was functioning badly after what psychiatrists did to me over some ten years, because of the False Accusation. I am sorry for leaving abruptly, I did not want people to see me cry. Thank you for allowing me to hear a concert in the past and for not embracing digital currency like Good People should to embrace their Creator who invented them. Have...

I've been to a number of events here in the Salon, and in the Recital Hall (Elisabeth Murdoch Hall). Both are acoustically amazing - you can hear every note from every instrument or voice from any place in the rooms. Unfortunately the Salon can be very cramped, with too many seats crowded into a small performance space, and the rows of seats in the Recital Hall are too close together, making it very hard to squeeze past someone whether they are sitting or standing. They now have upstairs bars, about time as that is where most of the seating is located. And what architect planned for single person wide escalators? When the bell rings to get to your seat, there is a crush to get from the bar downstairs up the single-person wide escalators to your seat. Very poorly planned. Due to the crowding, a 20 minute interval becomes a 5 minute break by the time you get out of the Hall and downstairs before it is time to turnaround and go back. There is no escalator to level 2, only stairs or a single elevator in a remote corner. This makes it difficult for people with foot or knee or hip issues who are forced to climb the stairs or wait...