My, it is distinctly dreary outside. Rainy, windy, dull, overcast (of course). Generally blah.
And I cannot concentrate on arrangements for more than about 40-45 minutes at a sitting. My ears get fried, my head hurts, and I run dry. (Flamin' Mamie then begins to suffer badly.)
Doing 15-piece jazz-band arranging has given me immense respect for those arrangers who did it all in their heads. Half the ideas I have don't work, not even on paper - how did they fare when the band played the arangement the first time? Trepidation, I tell you.
The struggle (yes. that's the right word) to fill out parts, keep the players interested, provide the right mix and variety of sonorities, and stay within the style of the originals...wow.
Drives me crazy sometimes. OK - short trip. But sometimes, just sometimes, it works wonderfully.
And besides - we will probably have a concert next spring of the chorus and the 15-piece band, with MY ARRANGEMENTS of all the 1920's material. WOOHOO. (or maybe hoo-rah, if you get the reference)
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