New music

There, I've loaded the Trumpet concerto, and the clarinet-piano piece (parts one and two).
Check 'em out!

Excuses

I have been working on a trumpet concerto a lot this month. It has been using most of my imagination.

Plus I responded to Margie's suggestion about Proust and am reading that again.

But...the concerto is nearly finished and I will be posting it soon along with the bass concerto and a piece for clarinet and piano called "Caprichino" which consists of six short frivolities for those aforementioned instruments.

I have been invited to a concert that David is organizing at SCCC. I have promised to present the clarinet piece, so If any of you are competent pianists or clarinetists, lemmee know.

Now I'm on my way to my other computer to work on all that stuff.

Weekender splog

Friday we went to a 4-Cello performance at the community college in W. Seattle.
Good show.
Saturday I drove over to Seattle U. for a concert by the same group But It turned out to be for next Saturday.
Embarrassing.
So today besides writing on my too hot to handle trumpet concerto, I had a birthday party to go to (Bro-in-law 6 year old Derrick). Decided to bike over to the party.

5.1 miles one way
10.87 miles round trip
10.3 avg speed (Yippee!)
31.6 max speed
1:03:01 hrs on the road
259.4 + 1307 = 1566.4

But the deal is, I rode all the way up Ryan way, something I've never been able to do before.
Last time I tried it was after a 60 miler, so that's that, I guess.

I got home just in time to log on and get my e-mail invite to the book club meeting.

Which I missed a couple of due to the trip to D.C.

Good food, good company and a nice ride home along Lake Washington in the twilight with the window open and the blues blasting out of the speakers.

Can it get any better?

I hope so.

Give 'em hell, Harry

Hey, composers

This is a great post by John Adams.
It's about learning to be a composer.

Hell Mouth

Curtains for us.

Finally got all the curtain rods installed.
Now she's gonna wanna paint the rooms.

Took off to Southcenter for to donate blood, but when I got there I was rejected onna counta a shingles shot I has a week or so ago.

Prefer metal siding myself.

Finally got an nice strip of maple steamed and bent for the trim skirt on the mandora.

Writing a trumpet concerto, or to be exact, finishing up on an earlier version

I'm getting enthusiastic about riding, been watching bike racing on KING 5-2.

Tires me out just watching those children pumping away at fantastic speeds and up impossible hills for impossible distances.

I'll never be that young again, nor was I ever.

Another nice day splog

Rode up yo the Arboretum and back
21.32 miles
2:08:42
9.9 avg speed
29.5 max speed
248.5 = 1305

Got back just in time for a shower and it was off to St Stevens for a concert.
Symphony in D major by Cesar Franck.
Organ concerto by Handel.
And something else by Handel that was a substitute for a Max Bruch piece for organ and orchestra.
The night before at the Rainier Symphony, we heard a Strauss horn concerto and his Alpine Symphony.
Lot's of BIG music crammed into some small venues.

But a good time was had by all.

Ridge runner - splog

Fooling around on Beacon hill and Chief Seattle Trail.

Nice ride.

12.28 miles,
1:30:01 hours
Avg speed 8.1 mph
Max speed 31.2
227.1 + 1307 = 1534.1

EEG's and neurology. Cholesterol pills and vegetables.
Exercise and curtain rods. Ukuleles and Rebecs.
Jaqueline du Pre.
May 3 appointment for more delving into the jungle that is my brain.

I'm going from EGGs to EEGs

Eating an apple every day.
Staying away from bootleg hooch.

And crap of that nature.

The trip

On my way into Chicago via Amtrak, I passed our for a brief spell. I was unable to respond when the conductor came around for tickets so they called security and tossed me off the train.
Fortunately, I landed on some soft grass and rolled down into a cold Rocky mountain lake.
The shock of the cold water woke me up immediately.
However I had no memory of where I was or even who I was.
So I looked around and noticed that I was in the woods.
I noticed I was crawling around on all fours.
So I must be some kind of wild animal.
Then I felt the need to relieve myself and moved off into the woods.
I thereupon concluded that I must be a bear.
Being a bear and and being hungry,
I headed off to search for a picnic basket.
Alas, there were few to no picnickers in the woods high on the Rocky mountains at that time of year.
I was forced to grub for roots and berries.
Which I did not like!
Soon, however I came upon a ranger station and mirable dictu, a dumpster!
I didn't like what I found there either.
The station was closed, so there was no ranger to eat.

I began to doubt my ursine identity.

But when I looked around I was still in the woods, still on all fours, still seeking sustenance from dumpsters and picnic baskets.

The evidence was irrefutable.

Then it occurred to me to wonder about the time of year.
There was snow on the ground!
It was winter!
I should be sleeping!
I immediately commenced a search for the nearest cave.
Which I found with little effort.
I had to chase out a somnolent cougar.
But that is no real problem for a bear.

Unfortunately I only managed about ten hours of much needed rest before my wrist watch alarm woke me (I must have forgot to set it for April).
Then, as I was stretching and yawning and preparing to go out for a breakfast of grubs ant ants from a nearby rotten log, I became aware of a long rumbling and shaking of the ground beneath my feet.
I started to hear a strange sounds, almost like human voices.
Then, to my horror, a mysterious hand reached out of the darkness and grabbed me by the shoulder and started shaking me vigorously.
Louder and louder the voice became.

Sir...sir, the voice intoned, would you like to make your dinner reservation now?

Amtrak, a great way to travel!

What the health

Just got back from the hospital. Got some blood tests some shots (routine) and they took a picture of my head to see if there's anything in there.
Meredith was all worried about the seizure because of how it might affect my driving but after about 5 minutes of driving me to the clinic she decided that maybe the problem wasn't all that serious.
We haven't even got the results back yet.

After the blood tests this mourning we had a big breakfast at Geraldine's and took a walk in Seward park.

But it looks like it might be a nice day for a little fidelioning around, if you catch my drift.

Vale, lacarte.

Hey Glenn!

Your site is screwed up.
The pictures are in the wrong place and I can't read it.
Did you add some fantastic new app or something?

highlights

1,
Hearing Alon Goldstein play Beethoven's Apassionata sonata at the Phillips gallery.

2, Passing out and peeing my pants on the train just outside of Chicago.

Other than that it was just a bewildering slog through a bunch of museums.