Just had a strange thought: in 3.5 decades of having my music performed in public, I don’t recall ever having a piece played in the month of December. That can’t be right, can it? And yet, it makes sense. ‘Tis the season for very specific types of music-making that haven’t been my bread-and-butter.
And while I’m here (actually, I’m in Chicago right now), here’s a congratulations to my friend Judith Sherman for her Grammy nomination in the category of Producer of the Year, Classical. I’d like to think my album Insects and Paper Airplanes put her over the top, but that point is debatable.
Meanwhile, cue up the Handel and Tchaikovsky, and bundle up for January.