The genius of Carl Stalling, and the wonderful ways in which it dovetailed with the rest of the team at Termite Terrace, was often revealed in subtle throw-aways. Daffy Duck (as Duck Dodgers in the 24½th Century) reports to the Secretary of the Stratosphere, who announces that “the world’s supply of Illudium Phosdex, the shaving-cream atom, is alarmingly low.” In the score, Stalling quietly answers that line with two notes in the contrabassoon, an alarmingly low woodwind.
The Viola Sonata has been finished for almost a week now.
For the Ensemble: Périphérie call, I was starting to think of an arrangement (and it still strikes me as a good alternate scoring for Counting Sheep). I am more and more inclined to write something new entirely, though.
Thoughts on the Cantata still percolate on a back burner, and I need to get together with Héloise, and get acquainted with her battery of recorders.