Always searching for that one note…
With a few final keystrokes on Sunday night, it was good to clear some projects off my composition desk. Several pieces were pushing towards deadlines (proud to say not past), so it was a welcome relief. Notes were found. Put in appropriate places. Transposed. Articulated. And now all that is left is for another band to breathe life into the paper.
Today I am absolutely terrified. Not in the “that-police-car-just-turned-into-a-giant-robot-with-a-gun” kind of way, but terrified about finding more notes. New notes. Different notes. The search begins anew today as I begin the creative process all over again. People often ask where the inspiration, the ideas come from, and sometimes I can only tell them “I don’t know, but I am glad it does.” But when I begin again, will people be expecting the new piece to sound like the old piece? The worst we can do of any composer is to expect every piece to sound the same, and the worst a composer can do is write to that end.
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