Wreckage of Dreams: a Miniopera

So, I haven’t posted anything here in a while. This is for a few good reasons. First, I got married. Second, we moved house. Third, we got married four days after we moved house. Fourth, the house we moved into was ready only ten days after the flat we moved out of stopped being ready. There’s been other stuff too, but that’s stuff that I don’t want to put on a blog. For my eyes only. Sorry folks. I’ve also been writing some music to enter into the English National Opera’s Minioperas competition. I somehow managed to get two scripts into the final ten, which utterly made my day, week, month. I figured that there was no good reason not to enter the music stage as well, especially as it might encourage me to write an extended piece of music and actually finish the damn thing. So this I have done – and here’s the result, based on my script Wreckage of Dreams. I have to say that the entire contest until now has been absolutely fan-bloody-tastic. I’ve met some really sound people and heard some wonderful tunes – the experience of hearing my words being set to music has been, frankly, and discarding all the fashion of cynicism, joyful. But for now it’s all done – so, it’s back to drawing for the next chapter of The Boy. Busy busy. More soon.