Yes, I think I can tell a green field from a cold steel rail.
— Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail
Now don’t crowd me lady or I’ll fill up your shoe, I am a sweet bourbon daddy and tonight I am blue.
— Bob Dylan
I noted here that I might set the text No One Has Time for Anything But Life for unaccompanied choir and so I did, and thus was born the Opus 215. Triad alumnus Julian Bryson has responded positively. And another fellow composer writes: Looking at the score, what a delightful economy of means to make your musical and spiritual point.
Excellent Henning Ensemble rehearsal yesterday, another tomorrow.
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