January 17, 2025

GMC last night, many new members, a brotherly and convivial atmosphere. I was in terrible voice. I’ve observed in the past that almost all the choral conductors I’ve had possess at least one deep delusion or error in otherwise sound practice. It varies from one to another, but you can identify what it is pretty quickly: the issue a conductor is wrong about is the one he corrects or repeats admonitions against most often. Corrected the same issue of interpretation three times in a rehearsal?: that’s where you're wrong.

Loose flocks of robins (mostly) driving toward the north. Sometimes bluebirds or starlings tag along, but they may be locals momentarily joining the party. 

Sat on my porch in the afternoon sun. Led to cleansing.

Racing toward a complete re-write of In the Country of the Young, which, of course, I thought was finished long ago. Resent having to leave it for other things.