29 Thursday Nov 2012
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I like this a lot. “Reason felt forward” is an interesting (and multi-faceted) concept.
Thanks Rob. This was another aleatoric New Yorker knockoff I wrote while waiting to board the plane back home (after the funeral).
I am brimming with creative energy, but have no time to paint or write at the moment. My orchestra performs two concerts today. Our baritonist is out sick, and strangely enough (and much to my surprise) I’m next on the depth chart at baritone- even though I haven’t played one since 1987. I spent much of late last night and much of the morning transcribing the music so I could read it- and here’s hoping my lips hold out for the solos. Talk about flying without a net!
Wow. You *are* flying without a net. I can’t imagine picking up a musical instrument after 25 years and playing a concert. Hope it all went well and your life settles down soon. I attended a funeral yesterday for an old family friend, godmother of three of my children, who died at 98. I’ve already written something for her. That is, I’ve composed it in my head. It’s not yet rendered in pixels. I wrote or started three poems this morning while lying in bed. That Modpo juice is really good stuff!
The audience got lucky. One if the men in the choir (but who isn’t in our orchestra) is a terrific trumpet player- I knew him from playing with a different orchestra. He played the baritone and did it beautifully. I have never been so happy *not* to be playing!
My condolences, Rob. Can’t wait to see what you’ve written.