Certainly, there have been a plenitude of blows to my kidneys. Over the dark years.
To my person’s kidneys; and – more unkind – to my composer’s kidneys, badmouthing amd mealymouthing and
all. Struggle on, kidneys, ounds and composing brain, the imagination running free, flying , expanding
sounding bounds , formal bounds of my musical work. New work, chamber- and orchestral- will this year
be straining to be born, to be sounding, performed and packaged. The kidneys are happy with this.