I’ve just learnt of an ensemble formed by “a dozen restless artists.”
I still don’t feel at all guilty for getting to bed early last night.
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
When they reject it, study it; and if you still love it and see validity in the piece—hang in there, and maintain respect for your own work.
— Rod Serling
It’s Thanksgiving Day in Canada, and I take this opportunity to thank so many of you for all the good, warm, positive vibes you have sent in response to my announcing the beginning of my symphony-in-progress. I got good work laid down over the weekend, and the first movement is nearly two minutes done (with the understanding that I still may tweak, modify, recombobulate the latest 15 measures). As I wrote, I am in no rush to get the movement finished, but I was keen to get a certain “critical mass” of the piece formed, so that it should be an independent object which exists not only in the ephemera of my imagination. I'll say I am really pleased with the start, which spurs me (in the best way) to make certain that the movement as a whole carries out that promise.
So what is different this week? The fact is, that the thought crossed my mind perhaps six times in the past: “I should write a symphony. I know I’ve wanted to.” Once, I even made several sketches (none of which I am using in the present piece, for whatever reason). The key difference at present is, I feel entirely capable of composing a symphony. This feeling, arguably, may prove illusory. But I am for the moment going to continue to enjoy living into that illusion.
Thanks again, all!
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