New Waves of Unknowing

 Mine is Dramamine without Drama.

Maybe I am mistaken, in thinking that I left my brain somewhere. Perhaps I’ve never actually had a brain,
but only imagined that I had.

Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

Hugh Laurie: Jeeves, how could I ever doubt you?

Stephen Fry: :I could not say, sir.

Not all that long ago, I reported a date set for our concert in the Library. Quoth the Universe: Not so fast! Turns out we need to find another date. Watch This Space. Separately, I have generally been “better” at checking the Opportunities page of the American Composers Forum with some frequency. Lately, there is less than ever for a composer of my non-youth. Should I complain about this? Why, since practically nothing has ever come of my submitting scores to various “opportunities” in the past? The marvel is that I still bother. At. All.

Preoccupations on 7 July 2010 (unlikely pairing though they seem) were Schoenberg & Get Smart. Wouldja believe, transposition down a major third?

Another train ride, some more composing, another hop on a bicycle: hello, Monday morning!
[8 July 2013] I would have been working on The Mystic Trumpeter.