There Are So Many Cities In Every

Women, O, Women! They'll Find The Baddest Meanin' In Your Words & Hold It Up.

Spent The Fortnight Gone In The Music Room Reworking My Year's Fragments Into A 'sextet For Overlapping Soloists': Piano, Clarinet, 'cello, Flute, Oboe, And Violin, Each In Its Own Language Of Key, Scale, And Color. In The First Set, Each Solo Is Interrupted By Its Successor; In The Second, Each Interruption Is Recontinued, In Order. Revolutionary Or Gimmicky? Shan't Know Until It's Finished, And By Then It'll Be Too Late.

Probably In A Parallel Universe Not Far From Here, I'm Working For Nintendo.

I Still Haven't Quite Got Used To Eating Live Fish.

I Really Wish They Hadn't Made The Set Out Of Asbestos.