I have got great mileage out of My Seven Tones, the Cello Concerto, Vioin Concerto, a whole heap of new, good work
these last few years here. Apparently art needs limiting, an electric fence. This dawning day also; no day without
its dawn and false dawn and creamy dawn and silver dawn – like a musical composition, its beginning out of silence or
its false cadence or final double bars. My opening must present the tones and their ( few or myriad ) problematic
intervallic forms , their emotional flourishes, the heroic sheen and preen. Let’s go. Energy.