One of the pieces I’ve just finished is Entrance, a work for narrator and chamber ensemble I had wanted to write for ten years. Yesterday I put the parts to Entrance into envelopes to mail off to the performers. Then I slipped the hard-copy originals into a folder to put into the massive file drawer that holds all of my works.

What did I find already filed under “E”? A piece called Entrance, from 1997. Here I thought I had just been thinking about the piece for ten years, when the truth was I WROTE THE PIECE TEN YEARS AGO. As with a number of my works, I filed it away and forgot it. All I remembered was writing the text and thinking I should get around to setting it to music someday.

The new version is much better than the old one. At least, that’s my story, and I’m sticking with it.

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