Just returned home from the initial rehearsal of Heedless Watermelon.
(Which almost sounds a bit funny, as the first performance will be a week from today.)
Went well, Peter thinks well of the piece. I wrote it with an eye to having fun playing it, myself, and on top of that, to see the flutist evidently having nearly as much fun as I am, just playing the music—no composer could ask for more satisfaction than that experience.
None of this could really have been a surprise, though, could it?—I’ve already had the piece publicized for two performances next week.
In fact, only earlier today, Heinrich sent e-mail asking (again) for program and bios for the King’s Chapel date. His reply: “I love watermelon!”
The composer is in harmony with himself