Tonight Andrew McIntosh will premiere a new piece of mine for solo violin called. I think it’s called “you take your path, i’ll take mine” but I only know that because someone reminded me. It was written a few months ago (I guess) while waiting for a rehearsal to begin in San Diego. In the span of about 45 minutes I wrote a piece for McIntosh and he wrote a piece for me. I handed it to him as soon as I finished it and I haven’t seen it since. In fact, he has the only copy of it.
I have absolutely no memory of the content of this piece. I remember the act of writing it, and I remember where I was when I wrote it, but I have no idea what I actually wrote.
Two days ago McIntosh called me up an told me he would be performing this piece of mine tonight at Cafe Muse. There was a discussion as to if we should get together for him to play though the piece for me to make sure he’s doing everything I intended, but it was decided that it probably wouldn’t make a difference since I don’t remember what I intended in the first place. I have never been in this position of not remembering my own music. It’s very strange, but also very interesting. Tonight I will hear a piece for the first time, just like everyone else in the audience. I wonder if I’ll even like my own music.
