I should be asleep. I was tired. I took the latest sleepy-pill
prescribed. I got into bed. I closed my eyes. I may have slipped
back and forth 'twixt sleep and wake a couple of times ...
But then the muse stalked into my bedroom and slapped me. Now
I've got this really cool idea in my head that combines two forms
I'm not good at, and I'm going to have to get a handle on the whole
fugue thing and get better at estampies because this is one of
those ideas that'll keep distracting me at inconvenient times until
I've acquired the skills to pull it off, however many weeks or
years that is.
(I've had a painting in my head for decades -- I think two
muses got their lists mixed up one day -- I don't paint. Acquiring
that skill at the level needed for this painting, starting from
zero ... doesn't seem likely unless I completely change my ideas
of what I want to do and how I spend my time. But the painting
wants to be painted and even though it got stuck in the wrong brain
by mistake it has haunted me since the early 1980s (or was it the
late 1970s?) I keep hoping I can exorcise it if I can describe it
well enough to a painter and get them excited about the
idea of painting it. I think this musical idea is another one of
those, except that it's at least in the right medium for
me and I know where to start, so it shouldn't haunt me as long as
Snakes Fugue. Why did it have to be snakes
fugue?" Fugues intimidate me. Oh, fun to listen to, yah, but ...
Well, time to get over that. I got me some learnin' to do.
... uh, except that the plan had been to go to sleep