“Couldn’t you have written a haiku instead?”
It probably would have gone over better.
“One more time!”
The last take was the best. It made the video.
“I would like you to write a song cycle.”
Well, there’s a not unpleasant thought.
“Have you looked in the bookstore? They have a book there: how to write a play.”
Okay, we were inspecting the first draft. It was evidently not going to be the last draft.
“I am not into this opera. I need to bow out.”
A wise decision, but one that leaves me without a director, and a premiere on October 23.
“I may get around to buying your book.”
The first review was positive and the Dutch News reviewer completely understood the concept. I was thrilled.
I ask myself from time to time for whom am I doing this? My ego? That would be ridiculous considering the amount of people it takes to launch and complete a project. I do it, because I want to try or can, more or less. After a lamentable encounter this week when I thought I am not deigned to be called a musician (we all have our moments), I realized once again that not being successful is totally necessary to make me understand the scope of work that needs to be done. I don’t mind working. I like working. I keep picking myself up and dusting myself off and thinking up projects. It's like being a child again.