I have decided to chronicle my newest compositional assay at length. I have so many compositions whose circumstances of creation are lost in the mists that I thought it might be amusing and perhaps instructive to pin this one down good and tight. I am not writing a piece anyone asked for, and it might never be performed. Indeed, I can’t even guarantee that I will actually finish it, particularly given the lack of a commission. But then, this lack of faith beset the start of some 82 other works at this writing, large and small, all of which I eventually saw to completion! So, let me invoke the opus number 83 for the work I began with some confidence this morning.
“Art is not an end in itself, but a means of addressing humanity.”
— Modest Mussorgsky
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