28 May 2025

Another Curious Coincidence

My caramelized karma
wilful waffle
The Toblerone Rebellion
Not for all the cranberries in Canberra.
— Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail

Ripley in Alien: “if we break quarantine, we could all die.”
When you’re right, you’re right.

Seven years ago, I was toying with the idea of a four-movement suite for flute, clarinet and bassoon. Permit me to admit to some mild amusement, both at the titles and at the reflection that having the titles taped out is so me. The project did not get anywhere. firstly because it dropped out of view (I was still in hot pursuit of The Nerves at the time) and secondly because of my Medical Event in November. Mayhap I should take up the notion anew, as we now have the scoring in the Henning Ensemble.



And I am presently preparing a set of four pieces, as reported earlier, for sax quartet. One difference is that in this case, I have a designated human to send the work to. On Memorial Day I prepared the adaptations of Nostalgia Ain’t What It Used to Be and I Want Jesus to Walk With Me. Maybe I’ll hit Minerva Road today.

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