A most curious dream last night, in which a former teacher & I talked a good deal about our respective music. Whatever else, it must mean that right down into my subconscious, I have full confidence in the Viola Sonata.
At FCB this morning I met Jaya; she has perused the first pages of The Mystic Trumpeter, and she is enthusiastic.
Still, I’ve been making progress mostly on the Cello Sonatina . . . largely contrapuntal for a piano interlude.
A few days ago when I was revisiting the texts for the Cantata, I also discovered that I had printed out Edgar Allan Poe’s “Annabel Lee” . . . and this morning, I recalled what I had in mind for that text: an unaccompanied setting for Carola’s crack quartet.
I don’t know if I deserve to be so happy just for remembering this . . . but I am.
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