Utterly amused to report that I got so involved with writing the clarinet duo, I missed my stop on the Red Line. Nor did I just miss my stop, but it was four stops down the line that I pulled my head out of my music, and realized that I needed to get off the train and head back. (In my defense, the automated announcements on the train's P.A. system were mis-timed, so my ear filtered them out early on.)
Rattlin' pleased with how the duo is shaping; so I am in that rare, enviable position of having missed a train, and not caring in the least, for joy in the art I'm making.
Rattlin' pleased with how the duo is shaping; so I am in that rare, enviable position of having missed a train, and not caring in the least, for joy in the art I'm making.
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| These Unlikely Events #5, in progress |
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