I may or may not have finished orchestrating “I am alone.”  It has some gorgeous crashing sounds in it, but I worry that they’re too much.  Pretty music, powerful music, but does it support the tenor or simply overwhelm him?

I can’t tell yet, so let me listen to it another day before posting it.

Onward, to “Hark, the sound of screaming fans,” to which my response this morning on my walk was revulsion—still—at Theseus’s jaunty little tune.