X-Wing: Wedge’s Gamble, Chapter 25

z: Hello, gentlebeings, and welcome to Chapter 25 of Wedge’s Gamble, wherein watch where you’re going, dude.

will: Yeah, respect the rules of the…erm…sky.

z: In personal news, wait when did it become only three weeks to the concert 0_0

will: Over here, hellmonth is all.

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X-Wing: Wedge’s Gamble, Chapter 24

will: Welcome back, readers, to a chapter I didn’t remember existed. (Hence my comment at the end of last week about tying everything together. This is still more setup for that tie.)

In my life, hellmonth continues, but things are stabilizing a bit. Should be a reasonably straight shot until October ends.

z: On my side of things, things are heating up re: next season’s repertoires.

Two of them. For the first time we may end up having two concerts with very different repertoires. More to come once I know more.

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X-Wing: Wedge’s Gamble, Chapter 23

z: Hello, gentlebeings, and welcome to Chapter 23 of Wedge’s Gamble, wherein okay, sure.

In personal news, this week and the previous one was a whirlwind. I finished my first full-orchestral arrangement from scratch. Previously I’d done editing; I’d expanded the orchestration of already-existing pieces (read: put saxophones, among other things, into Mozart because I can); I’d transcribed or written single lines for collaborations. This time, it was me, my keyboard, Sibelius opened to an empty orchestral score, and two synthesizer-generated tracks from a Nintendo 64 game. The end result: 7 minutes of highly dramatic music, with a formal four-voice fugue thrown in there mostly because why not, called Apocalypsis Solis.

It’s a strange and large feeling.

I’ve already started the second one because we’re in kind of a rush to put next season’s repertoire together, and because I am a little bit vague about things like “boundaries” and “prudence,” I think, this is what I’m arranging. At least that will have to be a straight transcription, because you don’t mess with that piece.

Oh, and I also bought a piano on Saturday.

And in non-personal news, for posterity, I’ll only remark that last week was when the news about a certain phone call with Ukraine broke. So it’s been like twenty years since last Thursday. And that’s enough about that.

will: My busy season has finally arrived, and I’m already feeling it. But I’ll be here as much as I can.

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