Basking in the Dark Side

Just overheard: “...it was literally a nightmare.”
This was literally wrong.
What if the mind I am freely speaking...is someone else’s mind?...
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

People don’t compose for a livelihood, especially in the United States.

— Frank Zappa, 10.x.1967

I have freely adapted part of a point of imitation from Crazy in a Bottle for Dark Side of the Sun, which now runs to about a minute and a quarter. I’m content with the day’s work and will let it cure overnight. As for O singer, bashful and tender, I hear your tender notes, I am content for the nonce to let it rest in the Non-Penalty Box. I don’t yet know just what I wish to do with it, but I trust to make that discovery sometime next year. My only likely plan in which O singer.... figures is, I am inclined to sidestep it and compose an entirely different piece for a call with a February deadline. I am planning to finish Dark Side first. I’m going to pretend thar my compositional life has returned to normal, and plan to write a bit each day. Indeed to plan to have the piece done by New Year’s Day. Madness? Perhaps. Also, I have the vague notion of letting the piece run to eight minutes, which will make it the most nearly substantial piece I shall have composed since the Opus 175 Third Symphony. Time will show if this is real, or just smoke escaping my ears.