Emotionally, that is. This is what a song in progress looks like:
This was begun, about 90 mins ago, while waiting to pick up my two kids from school. It’s written on the back of a programme for an upcoming Musica Viva concert (the only paper I could find in the car).
The song will be performed next week, at the 20th anniversary of ACT self-government, in a 20min performance with John Shortis. And I have to rehearse it with John in the morning, so I’d better get cracking. It’ll be a ballad (in the folk sense of the term): think From Little Things Big Things Grow.
Prospective title? Biggest Town Council (Tiniest Parliament)