One more show to do, friend, and then it’s done. At least the visible part. It’s kinda like an iceberg, in that most of the work ain’t obvious. I mean how many people are going to know that the soprano part needs to be written down an octave in those sections? Heck, how many of ‘em know that’s a soprano? She sang the lines in the right place, just went there naturally. But I’m pretty sure there are a few spots where the charts have the right note, but the wrong octave (if you’re playing along, that’s the distance from doh to doh, all eight notes of a scale, an octave, you knew that, right?). And my brave and willing cast members are very kind to be okay with reading my hand-written charts, but the only thing worse than my hand-writing is my hand-notation. Now that the notes are more or less settled into place we’ll be able to finish the charts in Lilypond. And of course once the dust has settled and the notes are there I’ll want to have one more look at the script. I like how it sits now, but I have a couple of thoughts that I’d like to at least explore before I call it done and start hauling it around to see who wants to play. Might even be fun to try to get back over to Britain and put together a cast over there to do the Fringe in Edinburgh. Figure I may as well use that dual citizenship. If I’m not going to be gigging I’ll need to do something to pass the time, might just as well be over there.
But for tonight I’m setting all that aside. See, the way these things go I may never get to play this part again. I didn’t intend the show to be a vehicle for me as a performer, I’m not up for it. And frankly I’d much rather see it in someone else’s hands, I’m really tired of my own cooking just now. But just for tonight I’m going to work it a little bit and see what I can get out of it. I don’t figure anyone will notice. And when it’s done, time for a nap. Yeah, maybe two.