“Blue Odyssey”: what a peculiar name for a room-freshener scent. “The smell of trying to return home”?
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
“I wish I had enough money to buy an elephant.”
—“What do you want with an elephant?”
“I don’t; I just wish I had the money.”
— Nope, I don’t remember the source
Yesterday’s Henning Ensemble rehearsal had to be canceled, as half of the band are laid low with head colds (independently contracted.) Although obviously we cannot ink anything in until the entire group are sound of wind and limb, I spoke with Peter today about strategizing a makeup rehearsal. Peter will be traveling a bit in the interval, so conferring with him soonest was soundest.
Making gradual progress on the Opus 200. I feel that this is a piece I’m going to win by inches. And that’s all right. Each new piece is its own particular journey. Also, I think that once I hit my stride with this piece, progress may just get quicker. I do have an architectural schema for the piece, so there is no risk of losing sight of theh forest, but there can be no doubt that at this stage of composition I’m spending a lot of time amid the trees. I do really like the start I have made. I got to two minutes and a half yesterday. Almost at four and a half now, and I’m calling it a day.
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