Monday

Seafair: Oberto won the race. Thet've been trying forever and finally did it. Art is happy and I'm going to buy some sausage.
Also, I've more or less finished the tuba concerto. At least I've got the sound alright, but unless there is a possibility of performance, I see no reason to waste a lot of paper printing out scores.
So..... on down the score to violin. Ick!, after all the thrill and noise and magnificant loudness of the brass concertos, I am now stuck with the wimpy squealy violin. I really prefer a solo voice that can be heard above it's envionment. Maybe an amped violin. Nah, that would be cheating, against the rules I've set for this project.
Or, maybe, I should go back to the horn concerto, which doesn't work very well, it's really boring.
I'm writing a piece for string quartet as warm-up but haven't actually started the concerto yet.
But you (By you, I mean me) never know.

Also, I've resurrected an earlier piece for two violins, which I am planning to present at the salon now that the salon is being held at a non-toxic venue not yet hostile to my presence.
I'll post it soon.
I need to hire two violinists for this project. Any horsehair cowboys, any catgut wranglers out there reading this?
I've got a LaneSavant grant that should cover expenses.

I've got to put the past behind me and move on. Now that I've let cheeses into my heart I must make profitable use of the time I have left between now and the triple bypass.

Ummm.....
Young Frankenstein opens (tomorrow?). Tempted to buy tickets.

You know?. (of course you don't) I think I've dad a headache for the last week or so,
not that my head actually ached, but this morning it suddenly feels like it has been and now it's gone.
My wife claims that migraines can be like that, whatta I know?