Onward!

 Attention, Jimmy Buffett: salt-shaker, salt-shaker. Nobody in the English-speaking world says “shaker of salt.” And don’t say a woman’s to blame for that.

Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

It could mean that that point in time inherently contains some sort of cosmic significance, almost as if it were the temporal junction point of the entire space-time continuum. On the other hand, it could just be an amazing coincidence.

— “Doc” Brown

It was a week of highly productive Henning Ensemble Rehearsals. And we have now set the date for the concert at the Church of the Redeemer (Friday, 5 Sep) at which we shall repeat the Dark Side of the Dance Floor program, with the added bonus of Jazz for Nostalgic Squirrels. And my colleague Robert Gross has sent me the score of a charming piece he has just finished writing for us, for our October concert at King’s Chapel.

This afternoon, I thoroughly enjoyed my friend Aaron Larget-Caplan’s Bach and Beer program at the Lilypad in Cambridge. I’ve been meaning forever to write something for his New Lullaby Project, and his inclusion of a piece for electronics and guitar to conclude today’s concert has probably pushed me at last into activity on that head. I am beginning to scheme a piece to be called Aaron’s Uneasy Sleep.