In breaking news: still haven’t brought the close of the Trumpeter to quite the state I want it in.
(Finishing this piece is not a straight line. It is a forest . . . .)
Yesterday’s re-write is a substantial improvement, so the work is bearing fruit. And so much of the earlier course of the piece came to me so readily, I mustn’t complain if I find myself rolling up my sleeves at this point.
Still, you know: I want this piece done, for all the usual reasons (it needs showing to the performer; and I want to move on to the next piece). Truth to tell, part of the annoyance is simply knowledge that, with my schedule, there’s no addressing what those measures need, until . . . I shan’t say Saturday evening, since I have every expectation of needing to recover and relax then, but Sunday.
In other news . . . looks like Kingsfold will get an airing in early September, the first since its initial performance in (crikey) 1998.
Face it: I was unknown then; I remain unknown 15 years later (notwithstanding a great deal of music which I have written all this time, much of it work I am proud to have created); I shall likely die unknown.
The only thing which can express proper outrage at that, is to continue creating the best music I can, for as long as I can.
No comments:
Post a Comment