I am sitting here in my room, before my monitor and keyboard writing for concert band. There is a disheveled pile of paper with thematic notes I can’t understand, underneath old coffee. I wrote the damn notes… As I take a break from trying to make sure I don’t anger my flute and piccolo players for whom I’m writing a whole lot of movement, I have become suddenly grateful for the music communities with which I associate myself. (more…)
It seems lately that I have conflict with how I write songs. I am really proud about the pieces of music I write, be it the classical stuff, the quintet, solo guitar, or just the music for my songs for my lyrics.
But it’s those songs that are leaving me conflicted. (more…)