I shot an arrow in the air . . . .
Although I've an idea I tried this before (an idea which may, in fact, be near purely fanciful), I've sent e-mail to a clarinetist's agent. We shall see. Or maybe, we shan't see anything.
. . . no response to my second (and, I thought, correct) attempt to contact a chap here in Boston. I do have a Plan C in abeyance.
Well, what news? Listening to a passel of Bernstein which I'd never heard before: the symphonies, Facsimile, Symposium, Trouble in Tahiti. It's all much better than I should have given it credit for, if I had listened a decade ago.
Revisited Pollini's recording of the Schoenberg piano solo music. Better than memory seemed to report. Again: one's ears change, and (if one be lucky) they get "bigger" (cf. Zappa's "The Big Ears").
Ideas percolating for Mockingjay. That will have to be a fun piece. Thinking of a piece to be called Oh, you think so, do you?