I have two feet’s worth of projects to move from here to over there – from the possible to the more possible pile; to the surprisingly good pile, a few to the “well now I know that won’t work ever” pile. They all have a best before date; some of which I know, others I’ve misread, so I pre-empt, and miss the mark…
Every one of them is worthy of the best attention. Unfortunately tonight, after 18 hours of steady steady… for what feels like the past three months straight, I’m really really tired. And there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it.
Last night I sat in for the GBS’ principal cellist to sight read Dvorak (a last-minute surprise; I tanked), the night before I was melted by the Goldberg Variations played by Mark Fewer (vln), Steven Dann (vla), Richard Lester (vlc), which was like witnessing the reason the planet turns and the sun rises. The night before that I tried again to reconfigure my brain to fit the frequency of the instruction manual for a BOSS900 digital THING which will allow me to write and share songs with my collaborators….
What’s my point?
I think it’s pretty simple. I really am really tired, and I need real sleep.
Also that I love what I’m doing.