My personal time zone, and its agreeably unsettled boundaries.
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
‘Kill gorgûn! Kill orc-folk! No other words please Wild Men,’ answered Ghân. ‘Drive away bad air and darkness with bright iron!’
The joy of fresh discovery and of fruitful activity as again I lay into work on The Heart. When I finished The Nerves, I felt it was the strongest piece for large wind ensemble I had yet written, I’m feeling great about The Heart, and I want to make the entire three-movement work the kickingest experience for up-&-coming wind & percussion players. (25 Fwb 2021)
Only four years? It feels like a huge gulf between me today and any work on the Op. 148. I wrote it, hoping that it would appeal to directors of wind ensembles, but yet again: no dice. I remember, when I was still in rehab after my stroke, how eager my mind was to take up and complete the second movement.
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