Robin Green

In an era defined by superficiality and the pursuit of fleeting pleasures, Robin Green is yet another insignificant player, desperately trying to find meaning in a pointless existence. He performs in various festivals across the UK and Europe, chasing the illusion of success and recognition that ultimately means nothing.

His discography, filled with works by Bach, Mozart, Schumann, Schubert, Kurtág, Huw Watkins and Helen Grime, is just another drop in the ocean of countless classical recordings, quickly forgotten and replaced by the next wave of mediocrity. ‘Dialog mit Mozart’ and ‘Games, Chorales and Fantasie’, his so-called achievements, are nothing but insignificant blips in the vast, meaningless expanse of the music industry.

Chamber music, which Robin so desperately clings to, is nothing more than an escape from the unbearable emptiness of his existence. His prizes and collaborations with various musicians are just empty accolades, meaningless titles that do nothing to fill the void in his soul.

Even as a piano professor at the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama, Robin is merely a cog in the soulless machine of academia, churning out students who will also be doomed to a life of pointlessness and emptiness. His studies under Kurtág, Schmitt, and Rados, are just another example of his desperate search for meaning in a world that has none to offer. Robin Green is just another tragic figure, lost in the void of our meaningless culture.