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| An honorary member of our group, Mr. Patamon. |
The fourth time we met I invited everyone to my very own box of a home. A lot of coffee was involved, even though we gave up on the morning-thing and met at noon. Juho had written two new chapters, again, and plans were made about how to proceed from here. Having decided that four scenes or so would suffice for an opera about 45 minutes long, Juho promised to bring a draft of the whole thing to our next meeting. That might be a very exciting turning point for us, since then the actual composing can begin.
All this was very exciting and promising, but just after the meeting was over I got an email announcing that we didn't get a penny from SKR. So we're as poor as ever. Talking of which, if anyone has some money they don't know what to do with, why not just give it to us? Donating to our enterprise would guarantee you a free ticket to our show - and maybe, if you're lucky, an autograph or two ;)
(...is it alright to use a smiley face in a blog that's trying to be somehow credible? No? Didn't think so, and did it anyway. Oops.)
But, money matters aside, in this meeting of ours we had a very fruitful discussion about cats. Iida, Itzam and Juho were the connoisseurs, since I don't know the first thing about them, but the others had all sorts of psychological insights to the matter: and cats in pairs, single cats, allergy and cats, and other such fascinating subjects were talked through. Cats and music wasn't an issue, but I got to thinking that maybe there's something there. The independent, I-don't-really-care-if-you're-there-or-not attitude often attributed to cats is very much what I'd think about some compositions I've attempted to play at some point or other during my glittering career as a pianist. The music just couldn't care less if you've got issues with playing thirds or reading more than ten accidentals in one bar - sometimes it feels like the score on the piano is staring at you mockingly, hissing, and probably later peeing on your shoes. Any similar experiences, people? Or am I just -
Never mind what I'm just. You take care, go to work, earn your salary, and send 15% to us. And I'll keep you posted about what's next on our way to the mysterious world of opera.
