About the Composer

Well, almost, anyway.

The driveway is covered up. Tomorrow, my studio gets a new floor, which will be nice, since the old one was slanted.

The sewer project has turned out to be a complete fiasco. It now appears that my studio is going to look like this for at least a couple more weeks.

Meanwhile, I’d been revising Letter To Hungary for its upcoming second performance, and the parts are just about due. I’ve been forced to work at my desk, where I do have Sibelius, but it’s not hooked up to any playback gear.

Yes, over the past four years or so, I’ve become spoiled by Sibelius playback. Fortunately, it’s mostly about tweaking dynamic markings and orchestration, so there’s really no need to play anything back, but today I did grapple with one very important passage that needed some relatively elaborate reworking. It was a struggle, but I got it done.

I’m not sure how I feel about this phenomenon with Sibelius. I was never one of those geniuses who writes everything in his head, but I did use to be able to accomplish a lot without being able to play back what I was writing. You know… back when it was pencil and paper. In cases where I needed to hear how harmonies progressed, I would plonk it out on the piano. But here’s the thing: I’m not a good pianist, and I rarely write for piano. Sibelius playback has saved me countless hours trying to work out composition problems by playing back exactly what’s on the page instead of the best my fingers can accomplish.

If my inner hearing has suffered, other aspects of composing have improved. Writing for strings, for example, was enhanced I think because Sibelius lets me think orchestrally. Also, I work much more quickly now than ever. I’ve learned to get my ideas down without agonizing over whether they’ll work. I play back frequently and do trial and error and triage until the problems are solved.

As for my revisions, I’m mostly satisfied. I had shown the piece to my former teacher (thanks, C.S.!), who had some wonderful suggestions. One in particular I simply can’t pull off under the current circumstances, which I regret.

After this, I’m just holding off on composing until I get my room back. I guess I’ll catch up on paperwork

Here’s today’s excuse for not composing. Jackhammers, I tell you. Jackhammers.

The picture is taken from the window of my home office. They’re cutting through the driveway and the garage floor underneath me.

Get me out of here.

But it gets better. Behind the garage is the room where I compose, and guess what: they’re cutting through that room too. So no composing for me for at least the rest of the week. Who knows how long it well take to get my studio put back together. Parts are due for an upcoming performance, and collaborators are breathing down my neck. Awkward

By the way, folks, a word to the wise: If you think you might need to replace your sewer line, don’t wait until you definitely need to replace your sewer line. Trust me.