So... tossing sleeplessly at 3:15 am, and realizing that my brain had decided at that odd hour to keep trying to calculate relationships between some pitches and vague contour of a musical gesture, I got up at 4:00 and went down to the piano...whereupon for the next 2 hours, myriad possibilities unfolded taking me well beyond the restless notion that kept me from sleeping. I THINK this has to do with a projected piece for high school band that I want to write for the ensemble my former student Ryan directs at Kinnelon High, but.... Im not sure. It might even prove to be in the form of a Passacaglia and Fugue... I think this annoying (but ultimately rewarding) phenomenon is what people romantically refer to as inspiration. Please.... cant I just sleep? (And as long as I was up, I did last nights dishes, folded the laundry in the dryer, and went back to bed).
Posted on: Thu, 17 Apr 2014 17:06:38 +0000
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