Keepin’ on

Is it very strange of me, do you suppose, that I can write music of my own while seated in a restaurant which has pop music playing? I had almost said in the background, but actually it was a notch or two too loud to be considered strictly as background.

I didn't even think of it until I stepped out the door onto the relative quiet of the street.

At any rate, I had settled into the decision, as the piece (№ 2 of These Unlikely Events) has been taking larger shape, that the first five expository measures give way too quickly to the next idea. So on my lunch break, I wrote both an inset passage to address that thought, and a continuation from the point at which I had stopped composing this morning.