I drank tea and ate walnuts with Sandy this evening, followed by composing some more music for Duck Duck Goose. The tea was good. The walnuts were good. But the music was very ungood.
You see, by “composing” I don't mean “assembling music” so much as “assembling sounds that ought to be musical but which instead are dissonant and make my ears resent my hands.“ Drat.
I've been playing around with one of the background themes, but everything I've tried so far is either too slight or too sonorous. I hate the feeling I'm left with after many hours of trying something creative that just doesn't come together at all. Very frustrating.
I should've (pronounced “should of”) written instead.
On the plus side, that's two days in a row I've received a surprise Christmas present: yesterday Tanya gave me a keen scarf (knitting a scarf was on her own Things To Do Before I Die list), and this evening Sandy gave me a hunk of movie goodness. There's joy in Carringtonland.
So my neck will be warm and my eyes will be happy, though my ears and I might need some time apart.
