Five Years Late (Is Better Than Never)

I sometimes wonder, Is there any point to asking myself rhetorical questions?
— Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

Sounds are only clothes, garments. But what’s inside a piece of clothing is much more interesting, don’t you agree?
— Giacinto Scelsi (1905-1988)

Back when I was still at work on the Opus 169 organ pieces I sent a couple to my friend and erstwhile collaborator, Mark T. Engelhardt. Mark was the Minister of Music at the Episcopal Cathedral Church of St Paul when I first appeared in Boston. And lo! while searching on YouTube this week, what do I find, but that Mark uploaded a performance of the Op. 169 № 1 five year ago. Sure, part of me wishes I'd known sooner but mostly I’m simply and deeply gratified that Mark likes the piece enough to record a performance. 

Refreshed Lamentation

 Saw a great bumper sticker on the drive back from jury duty in May of 2010: Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard—Be evil.
— Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

...Prokofiev’s joy is that of a boy who has broken out into freedom, who thinks that everything is permitted, and who knows that he can achieve much.
— Leonid Sabanayev

The flute adaptation of the Lamentio pro sorore sua seemed to be a more involved affair than I had mentally budgeted, and indeed I wrote earlier today essentially to the effect that I would punt for a week. However, when I took stock this afternoon, I was further along than I had given myself credit for, so that’s a wrap on the Opus 202c. I am planning on a symphonic band version of Dark Side of the Sun. Will report.