Although one might argue that I am merely making more work for myself . . . it turns out that this supposedly-additional task is proving greatly added value, as I find several errors in my adaptation.
Probably, I am enjoying this entire process more than some right-thinking people could quite endorse . . . .
And, another piece which (a) when I look at and (in my mind's ear) listen to it, my heart exults in having written it, yet (b) remains completely unperformed.
Still mending from the laryngitis. Sunday I began the cl/hp arrangement of I Saw Three Ships on Christmas Day. I also met the music director of a nearby community chorus.
And there was evening. And there was morning.
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