And we're off !

First off, I'd like to thank all the dead people who comment on my site.
Some are even contributing poetry.

CUSTER'S LAST STANZA

I was the last man
standing, even though
I knew what awaited.

My locks were as golden
as the braidwork on my
uniform, only longer.

Though Crazy Horse was
taller than me, he still
cut me down.

I rode astride Comanche,
but mostly it was the Sioux
who pierced my veil.

Arrowheads hurt a hell
of a lot more than bullets,
believe me.

George Armstrong Custer

Second off, I finally remembered where I got that bit of music I talked about yesterday.
It's from a Beyonce song about fingers or something.
I remembered the descending scale as from a Stones song about 19 nervous breakdowns.
But also from some Nutcracker and many others

So, anyway, I spent two hours yesterday trying to fashion my own descending scale and chordal version of same into something brilliant for cello and orchestra.

I got a minute and a half out of it, then went back and listened to the Viola concerto. Which still sounds great to me.

Upon returning to the cello piece, I noticed that it was incomprehensible gibberish.

Which was kind of disappointing.

But the first bits usually are, because I'm basically just jotting down notes without any solid idea what the thing is going to turn out to be.

Lots of work ahead.

Third off, I'm off.

Going out to buy stuff with Meredith.