A rite of passage
There seem to be many rites of passage as a composer. Writing your first orchestral piece, first Requiem, first string quartet. I think I may just have stumbled across another.
We live next to a patch of.. well, I guess it can only be described as wasteland. It’s not entirely clear who it belongs to, or what’s supposed to be happening there. At the moment, it just seems to be a patch of wilderness – which is attracting lots of birds. Lots of birds – and lots of birdsong. I’ve been working from home for the past couple of days, and it’s lovely to hear them whilst sitting at the window, slaving away at a score.
Hundreds of composers have drawn influence from birdsong, and I feel maybe it’s time I did the same. At the moment I have two ongoing composition projects, but I’ll add it to the list as the third.
Of course, the next question is which ensemble to use. Any ideas? Answers on the back of a postcard…