Short Ride

Spring sports are winding down, and I've decided to draw my own volunteer involvement to a close and let someone else take the reigns of this particular tornado. Events of last fall have given me a new desire to better enjoy the time I have, doing things that I like to do. That means parenting, of course, but also trying to get back into the creative mode, and shake off the stresses and self-made obligations that take away from that.

Life is a short ride on a fast machine... and like last year at this time, John Adams' compositions seem to be particularly apt to my frame of mind. This one is perhaps more joyful than the other work, and feels more like a conclusion that a collision. Enjoy, and I look forward to returning soon.

Mesh

Adams may not be everyone's cup of tea. I've only been recently exposed to him through a piece on an anthology album, and then recognized his name while browsing the CDs at the library. As both a former brass player and a lover of intertwined, complex music, this pushes my buttons in grand ways. I bet it would be fun to play, if the counting didn't drive you crazy.

This is pretty much what it's like in my brain these days...



Does it remind anyone else of a room full of typewriters?