Tell everyone.
The other reason is that I've been spending the time writing music. Dream Lights (Riverbank) is finished, for flute, two clarinets, piano, and percussion. So is another piano piece, and another is about half way there.
I've also been teaching myself puredata, which has been fun. I made a metronome that resets itself, times how long it takes to do so, then uses that amount of time to generate a sine wave. That's not music, but I've never programmed a line of code in my life before this, so that's pretty exciting.
The next big project is also under way. It's for piccolo, flute, alto flute, horn, trumpet, trombone, harp, marimba, vibraphone, tubular bells, drumset, string quartet, and six singers, and is going to be relatively epic. Meaning not Rite of Spring, but definitely more face crushing than a lot of what calls itself metal these days. Actually I have no idea. I usually start in one direction, but get lead to all sorts of other places and end up with something totally different than I expected. Nonetheless, this is going to be a fun one. And is tentatively titled "And The Star Angel Descends, Creating a Painted Sea." We'll see about that though.
Back to reading Adorno. Who is wrong!
