As I write this, I am listening to tracks from the recording session I had on Tuesday, taking notes in the score of where the glitches are, in the hopes of finding clean takes of every moment in Exit. I find this task both thrilling and stultifying: it’s exciting to hear great musicians playing my music so effectively, and to know that I’m getting closer and closer to a pristine rendition of the piece — but it’s tedious to spend so much time listening to the same passages over and over, passages I’ve lived with for so long I have a hard time hearing them as if for the first time anymore. I’d rather be off creating something new. Instead I have to fool myself into thinking that my creative urges are satisfied by the effort it takes to listen knowledgably and innocently at the same time.

Egads, there’s a nasty note. Scrap that take.

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