Frank Corcoran

We ( composing composers ) limp on; we lurch towards Christmas. Is it ” Ignis aequat omnia” again, well ? the Old Song Of The Cosmos?
But sure I thought we had dealt with that last Christmas ? I thought I´d pointed out, cleverly enough, that if we all thought thus all of the time we´d never get anything done. Nor written down.
Keep that in your Christmas background, will you ? Do the best you can; write with your usual maximum elegance, but with great courage. Not for gold or golf. Don´t copy my last explorings. Forge on. Nothing wrong with limping; it´s arguably better than slouching.
Happy Christmas, sun-tipped grey December rain-clouds. You´ll never see the likes of 2014. Never.