I am finally
throwing myself into my music again: writing down pieces I’ve recorded,
revisiting and revising my blog---a long process since I haven’t visited it for
a long time. I’m beginning to feel the music-writing urge again. I feel great
when I sit at the piano and do some quick sketches.
But if I try
to do extended work at the piano---say, for an hour or more--- I get so anxious
that I have to get up and walk around, surf the computer, go out for a walk
around the block.
At moments
like this in the past, I would go out and have a smoke or two, coming back
inside refreshed and ready to work until the next smoke break.
I used to
smoke two packs a day, while writing some wonderful music, until 10yrs. ago,
when I had a “Heart Event”. The ambulance driver said, “Congratulations, you’ve
just had your last cigarette!”,( along with my sisters, who threatened to beat
the crap out of me if I ever had a smoke again.)
I have had
trouble composing since then. If you look at the blog you will see more
sketches than symphonies.
Which brings
me to the story of when I was at Cal Arts in the 70’s: I had weekly composition
lessons with my mentor Hal Budd. I was so infused with Cal Arts-ism, I usually showed up each week with 3 or 4 sketches to work on. After our session we’d
usually go out and have a couple smokes. ( He smoked CAMEL STRAIGHTS ---he
taught me how to spit with class.)
One lesson,
I showed up with nothing. Stunned, he
asked WTF? I told him , I had been trying to quit smoking. He gazed out the
window for a moment, and then said, “You
know, it’s the “Tchaikovsky –Syndrome”
: “You can’t write unless you know you’re terminal!”
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