let's just call us...the band you're about to hear.

I have three new voice pieces. Stravinsky, Berg...and some guy I've never heard of...but the opera it's from is called The Saint of Bleeker Street. And you all know that "Bleeker Street" is a fab Simon & Garfunkel song. Anyway. They are all atonal, or nearly atonal, and beautifully dark, if that makes sense. I LOVE THEM. Why is it that art that's deep, dark, and dissonant seems so much more honest? I feel like a real live grown up musician when I make music like that, because it makes me feel things. And question things. And love being an artist.

Euclid Quartet concert was tonight. Bartok. Piazzola. Everything good in the world. And Jacob gave me a hug.

I have new coffee. I mixed French roast with velvet chocolate flavor. Freshly ground. My room smells amazing. Tomorrow will be a good day.