This morning, I heard someone use “literally” correctly, but completely superfluously. Quoth Bertie Wooster: O Death, where is thy jolly old sting? — Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
What do you do? How do you do it, how do you create? I find it difficult [...] In truth, you will always find it difficult. The creation of an idea, the following of a story germ, the building up of a plot, the creating of people, of flesh-&-blood character — these are not easy things, they’re extremely difficult. But conversely — don’t be put off by the fact that this month you can’t do it, and next month is maybe even harder. This is, if not a lifetime process, it’s awfully close to it. The writer broadens, becomes deeper, becomes more observant, becomes more tempered, becomes much wiser over a period of time passing. It is not something that is injected into him by a needle, not something which comes on a wave of flashing, explosive light one night, and say, huzzah! Eureka! I’ve got it! And then proceeds to write the Great American Novel in eleven days. It doesn’t work that way, it’s a long, tedious, tough, frustrating process. But never, ever be put aside by the fact that it’s hard. If it weren't hard, everybody would be a writer .... — Rod Serling
As noted here, the first piece I composed after my stroke, at the kind invitation of David Bohn was the brief toy piano piece Penny Candy. And now, after meeting up afresh with both Olivia Kieffer and Carson Cooman, suddenly we have two fresh performances of the piece.
The tablet was not chalky like aspirin and not exactly capsule-slick either. It felt strange in the hand, curiously sensitive to the touch but at the same time giving the impression that it was synthetic, insoluble, elaborately engineered.
...
I watched her sit at the cluttered desk for two or three minutes, slowly rotating the tablet between her thumb and index finger. She licked it and shrugged.
“Certainly doesn’t taste like much.”
“How long will it take to analyze the contents?”
“There’s a dolphin’s brain in my in-box but come see me in forty-eight hours.”
— Don DeLillo, White Noise
A Chamber concert date has arisen at First Lutheran Church in Malden. May the 17th at 4PM. Unfortunately, this doesn’t work for most of the band, so the Henning Ensembleper se will not participate. However, Greta has arranged to play some duets with a clarinetist, so I’ve adapted Janky Juke Joint and one of the Offertories for the twain.
The photo is not First Lutheran in Malden, but First Congregational Church in Woburn.
Dances With Wolves, meet Grooves in Pavement — Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else. — John Burroughs
Thoroughly pleased with yesterday’s concert at King’s Chapel. Excellent guest music, superb, sensitive musicianship, a nice flow to the program. Whether the fault lay with my brain or my eyes (or both together) I got lost during Dennis’ piece (I did hate doing that to a guest and friend) and worked to find myself while trying not to broadcast my being lost. On one hand, I continued to keep time while aware that I was at risk of missing measures of four. On t’other the band knew the piece so well that if/when my pattern was off, nothing went off the rails.
An exchange in Hitchcock’sNotorious, Cary Grant being rather an ass.
In the Before Times, which is to say (I realize I ought to clarify) prior to my stroke. I worked at composition A Lot. I don’t say I worked absolutely every day—which would be a self-flattering exaggeration—but there were in fact substantial stretches of time when I did some composing each and every day. Moreover, it was a comparatively rare time when I was not at work on more than one score. In remarking thus I disregard whole months when I left White Nights in practically complete neglect. Since my stroke in November of 2018 things have been otherwise and far from consistent. So here am I thinking out loud in the latest self-diagnosis/evaluation/discovery which is What Is This Thing Called the Henning Musical Brain?
Since my stroke, my experience has varied from ‘reasonably on-form’ solid productivity to ‘do I even want to compose anymore?’ Even in spells of the latter darkness I did not worry that it was any permanent condition, but I simply accepted the question mark as a welcome guest, so there was no note of aught like despair in the condition. more than once—including recently—I simply did not know what I might want to write. And while that niche genre of Ignorance was something almost completely unknown to me before my stroke, I have learnt that it is simply periodically The Way It Is, and I embrace it as part of myself. Composition has not become in any way ‘more dificult’ for me, indeed I find that if I am ‘in the composing vein,’ more often than not the pieces come to write themselves. There, now: enough about my brain.
I do not yet care enough about the Op. 192 chamber orchestra piece to resume work on it. And although (as remarked earlier) there is already enough Henningmusick for the Grand Sextet, Two thoughts occurred to me between swaths of sleep t’other day, around 05:00. To borrow the passacaglia theme from Plotting for the next piece for the Sextet, The Texas Chainsaw Passacaglia (which won’t be needed until 2027) and basing the concertante piece for clarinet and band on The Mask I Wore Before.
I’d like to take Ringo at his word when he says he’d like to be under the sea, but there’s, well, respiration to consider. He might want to think it through better, is all I’m saying.
— Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
I suggest you use your own brains, and give up the idea of renting mine.
— Rex Stout’s Nero Wolfe
16 years ago, the Sine Nomine choir gave the beautiful second performance of the Passion, Opus 92. I’m sure I’ve remarked more than once on how rare it is for a composer to enjoy the second performance of a substantial work. So yes, I’m just basking at present.
It’s not “daylight savings time.” That’s imprecise speech. Also, while we’re at it: Daylight saving time does not really save daylight. It should be called daylight shifting time. — Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
I tried to arrive at an intellectual concept of Lurch. Actually I think [The Addams Family] is a plea for tolerance. here is a family that has lived in peace and love, but they’re different, they’re misunderstood and feared. But the Addamses try to be kind to those who are frightened by them. We’re trying to show that it is misshapen motives which produce violence, not misshapen forms. — Ted Cassidy
At first the answer is easy: what’s next is prep for the 21 April concert at King’s Chapel (first rehearsal this Monday.)
No, the question is really What do I compose next? Now that the Opus 207 Pavane & Giguette are done, a project which lay more or less out of mind long enough, it had been tempting to consider it abandoned, almost. The Pavane has been done some little while, a salvage job, redeeming a short clavichord piece, A Sigh for Arni, which I had composed for a 15 Minutes of Fame call (one of numerous pieces so composed which ultimately failed to tickle the fancy of the performers who initiated the call ... and I harbor no ill will there; I just resent, quite impartially, the circumstance of my writing music I believe in, only to see it orphaned.) Hence, my eagerness to find viable environments for my neglected sonic offspring. So, half the Op. 207 has kind of been done forever, and I found I had no real plan for the second piece. Perhaps my first thought was gigue-ish, but I did nothing at whatever time that thought tripped along my neurons. Then I had the thought of cannibalizing a clarinet/piano piece whose score I can visualize, but I'm jiggered if I remember either the opus number or the title I attached to it. Even this thought, however, was fundamentally mistaken: I had the idea of reassigning the clarinet line to the pedals — which notion lost sight of the fact that the piece is to be for manuals only. I did return (as is clear from the title) to the idea of a Gigue. I made a good start on it Saturday the 7th, and pretty much chopped it out Sunday the 8th. The dedicatee is pleased, writing Karl Henning thanks so much, Karl! I really like its upbeatness! So the Op. 207 went from near dead letter to satisfactorily wrapped up with gratifying rapidity.
So, no nearer an answer to What’s next? just yet.
Now, my default compositional priority tends to be imminent prospect of execution. All music for the April concert is already on the stands. And both the concert(s) of the full sextet and the fall King’s Chapel date (all dates t/b/d) have a full complement of Henningmusick already. I will have parts to lay out, but I shall leave that task for later. I shall wait until the March CRWE concert to evaluate the need to lay out parts for the Op. 200.
I have two unfinished projects I might see to: the Op. 192 chamber orchestra piece, for which the Universe may have no more use than it has thus far had for Opus 179, For You, Fuchsia. And a start (as yet only just a start) on a piece for my friend Ahmad. But there has arisen a third option, or the notion of a third option, anyway: another Symphony, this one in two movements. I know that I have posted to the effect of (i.e. plainly asserted) No more symphonies until one of those I’ve already written is performed. And, well, I’ll stipulate the emotional verity of that exhalation at the time. But I wonder if sometimes I write/state such things as a kind of marker, that at some time should find itself tested as to whether it was a genuinely binding decree, or only a momentary musical pique. I’m already musing another symphony for band, this one more compact than the Opus 148. Welp, we shall see, shan’t we?
Believe that there is no scorn in the chuckle I got from hearing in a commentary upon an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, “It’s all based on real theory.”
— Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
There’s no reason to shoot at me! I’m a dentist!
— Alan Arkin in The In-Laws
My friend Carson Cooman invited me to contribute to his current Pavane and Galliard project, paired pieces for organ (manuals only.) For the Pavane, I salvaged/expanded a keyboard piece memorializing Arni Cheatham, beloved and respected saxophonist of the Aardvark Jazz Orchestra. In place of a Galliard, I felt like composing a Giguette in support of my excellent friend the Rev. Marj Stark, presently recovering from surgery. That is likely a wrap on the Opus 207.
Postcards from Dreamland: I was searching the index of a book for Leonard Nimoy, but found Leonard Nimovskaya instead (which is misgendered) and I overheard someone say, “His name is really Leonard Nehemiah Schwartz, you know.” — Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. He doesn’t seem to be breathing and his eyes are glazed. The other guy whips out his phone and calls the emergency services. He gasps, “My friend is dead! What can I do?” The operator says "Calm down. I can help. First, let’s make sure he's dead." There is a silence, then a gun shot is heard. Back on the phone, the guy says “OK, now what?” — A joke by Spike Milligan, famous for the Goon Show.
Here’s what I’m a-thinking for our trio concert at King’s Chapel on Tuesday, 21 April:
Love Song & Ruin
Karl Henning, The Dance on Ruin's Edge, Op. 209 (première).
Henning, Offertories I (Op. 201 Nos. 1-3).
Frank Warren, Three Notions of Love & Ruin, Op. 50 (première).
Henning, Offertories II (Op. 201 Nos. 4 & 5).
Dennis Báthory-Kitsz Just Another Love Song (première).
Henning, Offertories III (Op. 201 Nos. 6 & 7).
Henning, Janky Juke Joint, Op. 178 № 3 (première)
Notes:
quartets by Báthory-Kitsz, Forbes, Henning & Warren have been deferred to the fall. The Warren Op. 50 and Henning Op. 201 (and Op. 178 № 3) are duets.
Breaking news: Cocoanut Oil Can Save My Brain! Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
I wouldn’t say that I never have liked you. I have disliked and detested you with great cordiality. I found you to be, from the moment you came into my office, a predatory, grasping, conniving, acquisitive animal of a man, without heart, without conscience, without compassion, without even a subtle hint of the common decencies. Shall we go on from there? — John Anderson addressing Albert Salmi in “Of Late I Think of Cliffordville”
Thinking ahead to Sextet Time, today I added B-flat clarinet and Double-bass to Cape of Good Nope. The additions are mostly coloristic. The Double-bass doubles the Bassoon (at the octave where the range permits.) Sometimes the clarinet similarly reinforces either the C flute or Alto flute, but there are passages in which I gave fresh pitches to the clarinet to enrich the harmony. So, that’s a wrap on the Opus 206a, in which Todd Brunel and Dave Zox can participate.
“Well, but not having any clue has never interfered with my certainty that I have the answer.” Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
My sister, the dentist-baffling comedienne....
Conversation with my dentist and oral hygienist
OH: Do you chew gum?
Me: Occasionally I'll chew Trident.
OH: You should try Orbit. It’s the only one I’ll chew.
Me: But they don't have cinnamon.
Dentist: You chew Trident? If you like that I have one you’ll like better.
Me: Orbit?
D: Have you tried it?
Me - No, because they don’t have a flavor I like. So I guess you are the one dentist?
[blank look from all]
Me: You know. The commercial? “9 out of 10 dentists recommend Trident” ...you must be the one hold-out.
[blank look].
I should really quit trying to be funny.
As noted here, my friend Frank Warren’s Quartet will regretfully be deferred to the Fall, and he agreed to write a new piece for April. His Three Notions of Love & Ruin, Op. 50 for Alto Flute & Bassoon was delivered on 28 February.
Life with WCRB: When even the parakeet says, “Oh, God! Not the Grieg Piano Concerto AGAIN?!”
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
Chief: “Max, take good care of this; the tailor charged us a fortune to rip it up like that.”
Agent 86: “Chief, I’ve got a dry cleaner that’ll do this for nothing.”
Probably my sole pre-compositional thought for the final of the Op. 178 duets was: a short, jaunty wrap-up. The first sound file (from January 2025) is simply the hopped-up “Three Blind Mice” alluded to here. It was only a start, but so pleased was I with those opening 15 bars that my thought then was to make the entire piece a patchwork of found musical objects. By April of 2025, the piece ran to 70-ish bars, at around which point, I’ll allow that work pretty much stalled. Ian Anderson/Jethro Tull came to my aid: I decided that his Bach adaptation, “Bourrée” would provide the next episode. I made note of three tunes yet to employ (I wound up not using “Frère Jacques.”) Most notably, I wanted to close the piece with Thelonious Monk’s “Straight, No Chaser.” I finally girt up my musical loins this past weekend, and essentially finished composition yesterday. As at times happens, I got all the notes set down as I wished, and today I saw to setting the dynamics landscape, so I can now pronounce Janky Juke Joint, Op. 178 № 3 finished.
WCRB Programming sez, “Take a walk on the mild side!”
— Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Mine auld friend Chris Forbes, I have found it highly gratifying to see, has hit a composition Sweet Spot and is completing new pieces right and left. On our phone call, he remarked that it has been a simple matter of doing some work each day. An attentive reader of this blog will know that I have made a similar observation more than once. I post today to report that I returned to work at last on Janky Juke Joint. For now, that is all.
When I was your age, I’d have jumped at the chance. But then again, I wasn’t second rate.
— Jonathan Winters twitting Jack Klugman in a pool room in The Twilight Zone
Pam Marshall just finished her new piece for us, Dreaming in Spirals. Alan Westby & Chris Forbes are at work on new pieces. I intend adding clarinet and double-bass to Cape of Good Nope for color. I have already composed Simple Music specifically for the event (whenever we may pin a date down.) And we should reprise the Fantasia on a Theme of Rahsaan Roland Kirk. I feel just a shade sheepish looking so far ahead when I still need to finish Janky Juke Joint, but I should look ahead, you know.
Photo: on a balcony in Puerto Rico 14 years ago today, composing one of the Tiny Wild Avocados.
More people are misspelling the falls “Niagra;” wonder where that comes from?
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
The spirit of freedom is not buried in the grave of the valiant.
— Dr Martin Luther King, Jr
From the archive ... 23 Feb 2015:
A growth story: added 28 measures (40") to Discreet Erasures, Op. 99
More tomorrow!
After the passing of Charles Wuorinen, I retroactively designated him the piece’s dedicatee.For his spirit presided over my work on the piece. Not necessarily in its musical material or operations, but as I fondly remembered how he encouraged me to push beyond whatever insufficiently-perceived musical barriers might have hemmed me in. Fun fact: I submitted the Op. 99 to a call for scores. It was not selected, of course, but the episode stands out for being the rare instance when I got some specific feedback. One of the judges pronounced the piece ‘unplayable,’ (which at the least justifies my belated dedication.) I am not convinced that this is at all true, and the incident may just illustrate the limitations of the judges empaneled for such calls.
Occasionally someone asks me, “Do you dream music?”
Last nightI dreamt that The Addams Family and Mission: Impossible had swapped theme songs. Your mission, Gomez, should you decide to accept it ... the Secretary will deny any knowledge of Uncle Fester.
And the IMF team? — they’re creepy and they're kooky.
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
... my, and probably your, son.
— Madeleine Kahn, straightening Graham Chapman out on a detail in Yellowbeard
As reported here, one of the pieces written by colleagues for the April concert at King’s Chapel was Frank Warren’s Opus 119 Quartet. Frank and I have been in touch regarding the fact that we shall be a trio for this concert, and he is setting to write a duet for Alto Flute and Bassoon by way of a substitution.
Some dance to remember, some dance to ... some dance to ... something or other ....
— Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail
I was playing a lot of bad guys at that time, doing a lot of westerns — which was interesting for a kid from Brooklyn....
— Martin Landau
I have an addendum to my recent post about what a lucky bloke I am: It is wonderful that our ensemble and indeed my musical work generally has found such a place of warm welcome as Woburn’s Lutheran Church of the Redeemer and their partner congregation, First Lutheran Church in Malden. We love playing in the space, and the parishioners make us feel enormously welcome.
Friday’s concert now in the rearview mirror, we concentrate on preparing for the 21 April concert at Boston’s historic King’s Chapel. The program will be titled Love Song & Ruin.
Repertory to include: The seven Op. 201 Offertories (Flute duet) The Dance on Ruin’s Edge, Op. 209 (Picc, Bass Fl, Bn) Chris Forbes’ Pi Meson, Op. 70 (C Fl, alto Fl, Bn) Dennis Báthory-Kitsz’ Just Another Love Song (C Fl, alto Fl, Bn) And, the third of the Op. 178 flute duos, Janky Juke Joint, to be completed. Concert order t/b/a
Classical Music Radio for the Short of Attention Span
— Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail
This is a bunch of grown people fighting a rubber chicken, basically.
— director James Cameron discussing a scene from Aliens
The heart of last night’s concert—with which I am heartily pleased—was the redemption of an implicit promise I made internally to Robt Gross and Kevin Scott. We first played their pieces —Four’s the Charm and Min'khah (Offertory)—In remembrance Shoshanna C. Winson, respectively, on our October program at King’s Chapel, but, in a freak hiccough on the Universe’s part, that was the day when the YouTube feed was glitchy and failed, so that (A) the composers could not hear the performance and (B) there was no document of the event. Partly for that reason, but especially because we like the pieces a lot, I chose to reprise those works this month. Kevin was especially warm in his appreciation of last night’s performance. And I was delighted with the presentation of the Henning pieces. We shall have video and audio documents of last night. And now: to prepare for April at King’s Chapel.
It was a special quality, among the many admirable qualities possessed by Mr Pecksniff, that the more he was found out, the more hypocrisy he practised. Let him be discomfited in one quarter, and he refreshed and recompensed himself by carrying the war into another. If his workings and windings were detected by A, so much the greater reason was there for practicing without loss of time on B, if it were only to keep his hand in.
— Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit
We had an excellent Henning Ensemble rehearsal on Friday, 6 Feb. We intended another rehearsal on Saturday, but Mother Nature had other ideas, largely in the of of fresh snow and bitter cold, so we chose instead to work a bit later Friday. I probably repeat myself, but I am a fortunate composer in having colleagues who carried on with rehearsals in January when I was indisposed, and also in having a colleague who has stepped forward graciously to assist with various admin tasks. Our concert at Redeemer is this Friday, February the 13th.
Very separately, I have been slightly unfair musicologically to Pierre Boulez for decades. At this point there is no knowing the source, nor the degree to which I have deviated therefrom, but I had this idea that he had made a pronouncement to the effect of “No music written before 1952 is worth listening to.” It appears that this is not anything Boulez (whom, be it noted, I will always respect as both composer and conductor) said, and I have no notion of where I failed there. But fail I did. What he did write, which is no whit less inartistic and wrongheaded, was: [A]ny musician who has not experienced — I do not say understood, but truly experienced — the necessity of dodecaphonic music is USELESS. For his whole work is irrelevant to the needs of his epoch. Fortunately, as with Wagner, the rubbish Boulez pronounced does not alter the fact that he was a great composer.
I recently misspelled “Punxsutawney.” I wish to apologize to groundhogs, wood-chucks, nutria, wallabies, & three-toed sloths everywhere.
So if the groundhog watches the super bowl, there’ll be nine weeks more of dumb beer commercials?
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
If a nobler waits for thee,
I will weep aside,
It is well that thou shouldst be
Of the nobler, bride.
— Geo. MacDonald
Some time ago, my friend Olivia Kieffer composed a set of 55 short pieces for toy piano, The Texture of Activity. I am the dedicatee of a piece titled The Brave, whereof our mutual friend Carson Cooman just uploaded a performance:
My music never lies, but at times it may wink roguishly.
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
... and today when the satellite net is crammed with the stupid drivel of the Hot Humorous 100, where can a gone cat like yourself get the laughs that we were making then just for you?
— David Ossman as Dexter Fong
Mostly what I have not been doing is, finishing composition of Janky Juke Joint. It’s one of those times when I seem simply not to feel motivated to write. Before my stroke, I simply worked on at least one composition, and I was not concerned with motivation. I lived motivation. Is it my brain behaving differently since my stroke? Lassitude resulting from most of the Universe’s indifference to my work? It’s unclear and I don’t seek clarification. I know that I shall write more, but not today. (For one thing, I plan to include the piece on the April program.) The q. of the Universe’s non-need for my work does not occupy my thoughts one way or another at present. I am simply at musical rest.
Although it turned out that he had said something very different, what I heard, happily free of context was: “I’d rather marry Yoda.”
This was, frankly, of greater interest than the actual discourse.
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
I and mine do not convince by arguments, similes, rhymes,
We convince by our presence.
— Walt Whitman
Is it a sad number? Well, we’re still dancing. I finished The Dance at Ruin’s Edge, Op. 209 today, Part of the piece is a kind of echo of some shakuhachi music I listened to recently. I called Peter to apologize. The piece calls for bass flute, which it is no picnic to hold and play. at four minutesor so, the piece is not unreasonable in that way way, but requiring Peter to schlep a bass along with his C and Alto Flutes is no inconsiderable burden.
TFW it’s a three-dog night, and all you’ve got is a single irritable gerbil.
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
But he had always treasured one particular idea drawn from the philosophy of Indian music above all — its thinking about silence. According to Indian theory, silence – anhad – lies at the heart of music, and anhad made audible is the primordial, indivisible sound, nad, or Nad Brahma, nad as the supreme reality made audible. It is only through experiencing Nad Brahma that we can lose ourselves in the eternal silent ocean of anhad. An echo of nad is to be heard in the endless dhran drones of the tanpura that underpin Indian music – and surely, then, it was also to be heard in the drones of his pipes. Finally he learned that it is only through the striking of two objects together – aghat, from the verb 'to wound' – that nad can be produced out of anhad. So — vulnerability, the piercing of the senses and of the heart, the pain of wounded silence: only from this can music be born. It was a beautiful, humble way of thinking about sound, and it always reminded him of his responsibility as a musician: to make sound I must destroy silence — is what I am playing worthy of this? — I posted this on Facebook some years ago, but do not now remember the source at all, at all.
With all our family basically trying to feel better from this onerous flu-like ailment, it is some weeks since I’ve felt I had any steam for composing, and when I have reflected on that, I’ve found it mildly vexatious. Today, methought I would make a go at applying a little discipline (ma non troppo) and I made good progress on the Opus 209. Perhaps two weeks have passed since I composed the first four-ish measure of The Dance at Ruin’s Edge, the new trio for piccolo, bass flute and bassoon for the April program. One peculiarity is: m. 29 ff. feels like the genuine ending for the piece, so there will be creative insertion, but not today.
The date rarely figures in my dreams, so when it does, of course it goes funny. Dreamt that the date was January 48th. You can imagine my puzzlement. Almost everyone I asked agreed that January should have 31 days, except one who suggested, "Maybe it was decided to have 50 days in January this year.
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
Confidence is what you have before you understand the problem.
— Woody Allen
It turns out that we shall be a threesome for our April concert in King’s Chapel. Dennis and Chris are graciously assisting with there-org by writing anew. And indeed Chris has just finished a superb six-minute piece for us: Pi Meson. I’ve begun a trio of mine own: The Dance at Ruin’s Edge.
Thanks to a wintry indisposition, I could not participate in any of the three rehearsals we slated for January. But this composer is so very fortunate in his colleagues, that the rehearsals went forward anyway. Now, to mend so that I can rehearse on 6 & 7 Feb.
It’s not what I would say to a friend who needs a leg up, but . . . surely, some things in life happen for no reason in particular.
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
Even if you cannot be discreet, at least use your imagination.
— Sidney Greenstreet giving Peter Lorre some advice in The Mask of Dimitrios
Did I plan that the first piece completed in 2026 would be the Opus 206? I neither confirm nor deny this. Earlier I noted that Stravinsky, Miles and Herrmann all skirted the Cape of Good Nope. To these let Zappa’s “Black Napkins” be added. It was one of those pieces which, once I got the lay of the musical landscape, seemed pretty much to write itself, so my Muse at on my shoulder. If I had been tempted to wonder, “Am I perhaps written out?” YouTube proceeded with the demos of the Opp. 205 & 200, which are strong contraindicators. I’m still recovering from whatever nasty bug this might be. I am hopeful of having steam enough tomorrow to proceed with the Janky Juke Joint.
... I felt a hesitation about plunging into this muddy tide of human activity and pastime. It suited me better, for the present, to linger on the brink, or hover in the air above it. So I spent the first day, and the greater part of the second, in the laziest manner possible, in a rocking chair, inhaling the fragrance of a series of cigars, with my legs and slippered feet horizontally disposed, and in my hand a novel purchased of a railroad bibliopolist.
— Hawthorne, The Blithedale Romance
Progress is good on Cape of Good Nope, nearly at the three-minute mark. Stravinsky and Miles are both in the musical DNA of the intro, particularly, but I've also re-immersed myself in the first season of Twilight Zone, so Bernard Herrmann is certainly in the wings, too. I know where to take the piece from here, but I think I shall chip away at the Janky Juke Joint, now. Here, meanwhile, is the MIDI demo of Chris’ superb piece.
The guy with rosary beads dangling from the rear-view mirror didn't feel he was obliged to stop for the pedestrian in the crosswalk. (Just reporting the fact.) Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
Listen! I will be honest with you, I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes, These are the days that must happen to you: You shall not heap up what is call'd riches, You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve .... — Walt Whitman, “Song of the Open Road”
In some ways, I began thinking of our April concert in King’s Chapel last year, as I invited divers friends to compose music for it. Chris Forbes wrote his exquisite Pillars of Creation in impressively short order. Frank Warren’s Quartet № 3, Op. 119 looks to be done soon. There is still ample time for both Dennis Bathory-Kitsz and myself to compose our respective pieces. I’ve probably more or less planned on having the third of the Opus 178 flute duets, Janky Juke Joint, ready for Peter & Carol to play in April, but it seems I also want to write a new quartet. While no actual musical theft is involved, Frank’s piece gave me an idea which I have been mulling pretty much since I reviewed his score on New Year’s Day. An introduction to the piece came to me either in a genuine dream, or as my brain was in pre-sleep twilight last night. So the hunt for Cape of Good Nope, Opus 206 is on.
What the man said while on his cell phone was, "A car just tried to run me over." What the man did while concentrating on his cell phone was, just step off the curb without regard for his personal safety. Too dumb to live? You make the call....
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.
— Fyodor Dostoevsky
apart from my own pieces (among those listed here) in 2025 the Karl Henning Ensemble, now 32 performances strong, presented premières of Alan Westby’s Quiet Girl, Pam Marshall’s Carvoeiro Clifftop Walk, Robert Gross’ Four’s the Charm and Kevin Scott’s Min’khah: In Remembrance Shoshanna C. Winson. My auld friend, Christopher Gordon Forbes has already composed a beautiful piece for us for this season: Pillars of Creation. And another friend, here in Boston, Frank Warren, has composed his Quartet № 3, Op. 119 for us, a thoroughly charming piece. Yet another friend, Dennis Bathory-Kitsz is writing a piece for us, and both Alan Westby and Pam Marshall are working on new pieces for us.
Another big piece of 2025 news viz. the Ensemble, of course, was the welcoming of two superb colleagues: clarinetist Todd Brunel and bassoonist Greta Rosen into the band.
Because I composed it on New Year’s Day (ten years ago today, in fact) I always recall Things Like Bliss on this day. Originally, it was one of those “well, it seemed practical instrumentation at the time” scorings: clarinet, two guitars and double-bass. “Hold my beer,” said the Universe.
