Frank Corcoran

Apparently the heat will break tomorrow. Will the four kittens notice? Any change in their bounce and delight and their sense of play, hunger, thirst ? Apparently they do not have any concept of a ” concept” . No idea of an idea. Not an iota of the artistic in their gay artfullness. Schrödinger´s Cat was bliss itself, unaware of the theory of theory, of game-theory. Sheer bliss to be alive and feline. No worry about how to control the tones ( and not the other way around) ! Or –
the composer´s constant, distracting red herring – worry about the next or only or first performance of ” VARIATIONS ON MYSELF”….