It was not quite what I expected, but a good time was had by all. Not to brag, but it is not every clarinetist whose playing can conjure a mighty literary spirit, and we all heard the footsteps of the shade of Thoreau in the upper room. There was some other ambient noise betimes, which most obligingly fit within my piece's pitch world, so that at times my audience thought, How did he do that?
Overall, a right groovy show.
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