30 May 2025

This and That

 In God wet rust
— Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail

Freedom is a myth.
— Patrick McGoohan

I was intrigued to find that back when I was creating a fresh score for The Wind, the Sky & the Wheeling Stars, I mentioned receiving a rave response from a fellow composer here in Boston to Discreet Erasures. I’m jiggered if I know (at this remove) just who that was, and I wish I had stored the content. As it is, I just have a warm feeling.

Back to the present (or the future) it appears that we may sing the Alleluia in D in the Fall, Yun having taken a fancy to it. Her husband Randy is a double-bassist, and since it seems to have become an alternative practice to play cello music (and sometimes at pitch) on the contrabass, I have sent them not only Nicodemus brings myrrh and aloes for the burial of the Christ, but both Valentine and the cello version (previously prepared) of Things Like Bliss.

I have not heard back from a new percussionist acquaintance, so I sent a follow-up message. Poking around the blog reminded me, too, of Angular Whimsies, composed for (I think) a local duo, neglected by them and forgotten by myself, so I have pitched it to my past collaboratrix Olivia Kieffer who makes me welcome to sling it along.

And next week comes the Petersburg Nocturne.



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