21 October 2020

Ice (modestly) broken

 The series of disappointing returns from divers calls somehow slapped me a bit rougher than usual. (And, incidentally, another came today.) I did not open Sibelius after 28 Aug.  Normally, there are musical positives which offset the (statistically predictable) rejections, but the shutdown of musical activity necessitated by the pandemic has put an indefinite stop, there.

Today I composed a trifle, nothing indeed of any musical consequence, a 20-second piece for clavietta, for David Bohn's latest call.

19 September 2020

A Factual Report, Not a Lament

Bebida del Diablo.
Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail

When I despair, I remember that all through history the ways of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall
Think of it

— Ghandhi

Twin disappointments from two calls (albeit always a statistical probability) took the wind out of my composerly sails.  And although I had been thinking of writing a piece for a choral music call, I am disinclined to seek more punishment so actively.

I have been thinking about the next organ piece, just haven't yet summoned the will to work again.

In better news, Janet wrote to say that she is enthusiastic for the song.

04 September 2020

Nope, Not This Time, Neither

Neither a brewer nor a vintner be.
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

Find a place you trust, and then try trusting it for a while.
— Jn Cage

I didn’t set out to fact-check Jerry Garcia ... as noted here, the first line of “Alabama Getaway” is: Thirty-two teeth in a jawbone, but actually, that should be Sixteen, yes?

Rapido! 2020 sent my rejection today, so I can reveal that my 5-minute piece for clarinet and string trio bears the title, The Mask I Wore Before

01 September 2020

Another Arrow

What if the Think Tanks were Thin Tanks?
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

Backwater, there were six of us but now we are five
We’re all talking to keep the conversation alive.

— Brian Eno

Today I received confirmation that the Royal College of Organists received my submission for their call. Cannot win, if you don’t play.

31 August 2020

Nope, Not This Time

A Perjurer in Persia.
Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail

Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.

— Groucho Marx

The results are in for the contest to which I sent The Nerves, and my piece was one of the 207 not selected.  Ah, well.

27 August 2020

From the archive

Do what I must do, let what must happen happen.
– The motto of a faraway friend

Well, well, take off your face,
Recover from the trip you've been on.

— Paul McCartney “Hi, Hi, Hi”

Ten years ago this week, I was wrapping up the second movement of the Viola SonataSuspension Bridge (In Dave's Shed).

Photo by Maria Bablyak

25 August 2020

A Slow Tuesday

To Quill a Mockingbird–A Coming-of-Rage Story.
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

The way to write American music is simple.
All you have to do is be an American and then write any kind of music you wish.

— Virgil Thomson (25 Jan 1948)

The commissioning prize to which I submitted the Saltmarsh Stomp (and whose deadline was 17 Aug) confirmed receipt of my submission this Friday past. The announcement is slated for NLT Hallowe’en.

Turning ideas around for the Op. 169 № 3 organ piece (I have a tune picked out)