Friday, August 2, 2013
We feasted for several days and froze the rest. Just like in the old days, even better actually.
I got to thinking that there was a kind of an analogue between the mushroom scene and the state of my compositional life.
But dare I venture into such shaky speculation?.
Why not be a little confessional. If I think of the minor finds here and there of morels, chantrelles and other edibles (mostly boletes in the Sierras) scattered over the last few years I am reminded of the similarly minor little commisons that have come my way of late. There has been nothing of substance, just a few chamber and solo pieces." Frankly, it's kind of depressing not to have a major work under way on the drafting table . But I take hope now with this trove of canterellus as a kind of harbinger of things to come, a big project waiting in the proberbial "woods" whhch will fill my days with engaged compositional wonderment and zeal.
Now that is esperance, the golden kind.