Frank Corcoran

Still very dark outside. The cock crows twice. The Blank Sheet Of Note-Paper Problem is acute – no, not so much the what and the how now as the WHY ?
Yet not a lot has changed really, in the sense that a well-wrought and -thought musical work must have one, have several good “ideas”, – I´ll then work them not to death but to completion, to closure, apogee and cadence. Somehow.
Beware that WHY? The alleged ( yet it is true ) indifference of the cosmos, the problems of performance and dissemination and dissipation and disappearence, the omnipresence of the begrudgers and blockers and blackguards. Imagine ! Conceive! Write!
Beauty´s in that writing well, writhing properly, squeezing the esence of those initial ideas. Dare. I´ll Go for the big sound.
Still dark. Thecock has collapsed on his dung-hill.