The week that was

White Nights enjoyed something of an enforced sabbatical, as my notebook is out at the computer shop for a replacement keyboard.

Hopes for a première of The Mystic Trumpeter remain alive and well, and I am fantasizing additionally about a second performance in November, down south a ways.

Word is in that a fine pianist will be on board for the 11 November concert, so I am thinking (and without the notebook, it can only be thinking, today) of arranging both Night of the Weeping Crocodiles (not one of the White Nights) and Mirage for cl/pf/prc.