Select intrusions of the Then Upon the Now. Two adjacent headlines seen online: “Gitmo jury recommends 14 years for al-Qaida cook” — “Top 5 beginning grill master grilling tips.” Johann Sebastian’s bodacious cousin in California, W.T.F. Bach.
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
Look, I probably should have told you this before, but you see...well...insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.
— Cary Grant, to his affianced in Arsenic and Old Lace
Six years ago, my first post-stroke summer, I wrote about Swiss Skis. Months earlier Peter and Becky had come to visit me in rehab and cheered me so with news that Oxygen Footprint had been such a success on tour that I was determined more than ever to compose two companion pieces.
Separately, I’ve sent the three piano pieces, Op. 4 to four pianist friends.
Yesterday, I mentioned a set of brief flute duets. Today I have decided both that these shall comprise Opus 201, in the first place, and that I shall, in the second place make this a personal challenge: Seven Flute Duets in Seven Days. And, who knows, maybe on the Eighth Day I shall Begin the Bass Clarinet Duet. And so, the Op. 201 № 1, qui habitat in abscondito Excelsi in umbraculo Domini commorabitur is now done.
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