From Out the Haze

Seen Cinderella in San Diego?

– Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail

Must be getting early, clocks are running late.
— The Grateful Dead, “Touch of Grey”

Even as I was proceeding with work on August Haze, I thought of “building it out” into a piece for the Henning Ensemble, which, while it seemeth dead, doth but sleep. And subsequently (even though in this post I wrote of the germ of a resolve not to write for larger forces) the thought took hold of me to “build it out” yet a little grander into an adaptation for chamber orchestra, a kind of tone-poem, For You, Fuchsia, in my late mother’s memory. Work has gone quite smoothly yesterday and today. May have it wrapped up before I have to take Friday off for recuperation from physical therapy.