Ten Years Ago Today

 Hush, little baby, don’t say a word;

Papa’s gonna sing you a major third.

And if that third mis-tuned comes forth,

Papa’s gonna sing you a perfect fourth.

If that fourth is wider than reckoned,

Papa’s gonna sing you a minor second.

And if this song is strange I’ve crooned,

Papa’s whole octave needs re-tuned.

Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

Drama is life with the dull bits left out.

— Alfred Hitchcock

On 23 May, 2015, I reported: Done with re-engraving five old piano pieces which I herded into the Op.11. Did I blog about it? (I cannot always be sure, you know.)

Originally (as I was accumulating more short piano pieces while in Petersburg, when I suppose I really "ought" to have been composing my doctoral thesis) I had intended a suite of 11 pieces, called Little Towns, Low Countries (Fellow graduate student Luk Vaes played the first three of the pieces originally to bear that designation, back in our days in Buffalo). When I got back to the states, I somehow felt that the 11 pieces didn't work as an entire suite (some of the pieces much longer, e.g.) But now I am thinking of “restoring” the original 11-piece conception as a permissible alternative, since this Op.11 № 3, as I notated it while in Petersburg, ends with an attacca marking to another piece entirely.

Separately, this is likely the very first reference on the blog to the brilliant (if short-lived) entity which was Triad.

Also separately, I have had Dvořák’s quartets, Opp. 16 & 34, in a minor and d minor, respectively, in heavy rotation this week.

It turns out that no, I did not blog about the re-engraving.