An Event and a Song

(This subject reminds me of A Door and a Sigh. If you know you know.)

Hello everyone!

I wanted to tell you, earlier than my customary too-late, about an upcoming event:

https://www.carleton.edu/music/events/music-department-events/?eId=urrN

At time of this writing there are no details provided above.

Details: Evan Chambers was my composition teacher (as the server at Keste said to me in 2011, “Life changing,” in that case about a burrata pizza) at the University of Michigan (a long time ago). Evan will visit Carleton for short residency and a concert of his music (4/25, 7pm, Kracum Hall). Come to that concert! In addition to his own performance, we’ll hear his music interpreted by Suzanne Camino (also visiting us) as well as our own faculty and students. I’m particularly excited about the depth of involvement by our own musical community. So, again… come! (If you are local.)

If you are not local, also if you are, here is a song I made. It’s about to drop like a 401k.

If I were to release it on an album I would call that album Despair is not a Moral Virtue, implicitly calling out my 401k snark above, among other things.

But I am not releasing it on an album. Also not streaming or Bandcamping or engaging in some weird glorified payola to get on a blog or playlist. In fact, I am not doing anything at all except embedding it in this note, hoping it makes you bop your head and smile very wide, and providing a little context.

A Little Context: I realized that maaaybe people would want to hear music that aims to please them versus music that aims to perform some bizarre therapeutic exorcism for me, via uncomfortable disclosures and hyperbolic self-flagellation. This should not be a news-flash, and yet.

If in the recent past you received an enthusiastic text of this song, please discard/ignore the file as it is now old news. Fear not, this new mix is still in my “Wall of Impatience” production style.

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Thank you all for reading if you read, listening if you listened, and fighting the good fight.

I’d still ask you to dance. Meow,

A