A morning trip to town to procure meat, vegetables, and other basics. My deeper instinct convicted me that I’d made a minor compromise while finalising the last section of the composition yesterday. Likely or not, no one else would be able to hear it. But, to me, it’s now as offensive in my ears as deep scratch on a treasured vinyl. One must attend to every malady that’s curable. And this one was, easily. Often, the deficiencies of a creative work, once attended to, give rise to more intriguing and successful solutions than would otherwise present themselves had the work had been ‘perfect’. Which is why we should honour failures, in all departments of our life. They’re blessings in disguise:
After lunch, I revised the track information list. While the sections’ titles required little adjustment, the subheadings weren’t sufficiently fleshed out, succinct, and ordered. Perhaps one should do everything at least twice, as a matter of principle. It’s like a return journey: travelling from the destination back to the point of embarkation, you notice things that didn’t address your attention on the outward trip. And, you don’t experience that vague anxiety that you may not arrive at the right place at the right time, on the homeward stretch. It’s a far easier ride.
My amendments to the text implied that several minor changes would need to be made to the compositions. This was to be expected, and, in a measure, to be hoped for. Sound and text must be fully reconciled.
I decided to summarise the main points of the text for each section, rather than only those parts of the texts that inform the composition. For the purposes of this project, it’s helpful to show the audience the whole map, as well as the route that I’ve taken. After all, today, few folk have a cultural knowledge of the Mount Sinai story, either in part or as a whole.