Almost a Day of Mourning

 Just a friendly advisory.

All in all, I like the idea of e-books. More than that, I do read them. I only wish they didn't hyphenate one-syllable words. Looks dumb.

Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

O cursèd Fate! Certain thoughts are better left unthunk!

— Woody Allen, The Mighty Aphrodite

Of the new choral music collective which came to be known as Triad, I first blogged here. I forbore to post sooner while it was yet to be born and yet to be christened. As a composer and conductor, I was deeply invested in the endeavor and I grew to love a number of my fellows. Over the years as divers founding members left the Boston area, we managed to recruit some replacements, but over time the attrition became a greater challenge to counteract. And at last, we reached a kind of tipping point at which newer recruits did not develop the attachment to/investment in the endeavor. I write this with no blame to any. It is a great challenge to get on as a musician, and each individual must perforce weigh their own values, make their own decisions, and allocate their energies as they deem best fit. One of our illustrious alumnæ is now a practicing attorney, and I know how it pained her to send today’s necessary e-mail message headed Dissolving Triad. At least oversight of this unavoidable rite of passage is “in the family.” Composing this post has me near tears. Mostly I am grateful for the music-making,