
Print out the parts for the third movement of Elijah Ghost, before heading off to Diablo Valley College for mid-day Mozart -- the Amadeus deathbed dictation scene (then a flashback to J.S. Bach's Passacaglia in C Minor -- with a snake pit of soprano C moveable clef -- and the all four parts of the Cantata No. 140 chorale as sight-singing) and our ear-training on W.A. Mozart's Sonata in C, K. 545, first four measures -- which also serves as board harmony and keyboard-solfege of the week. Ian performs his impressive Composition II on bass, then a quick trip home to orchestrate page 7 of The Gospel According to St. Matthew: XVI. The Tax Collector and see Harriet.

Returning past the slanting shadows of South Lagoon Mountains,

with Mt. Diablo

and the Concord Range

in view, the evening class takes a jaunt from the late Renaissance Dublin Virginal Book composer (Variations on the Romanesca) through the mid-Baroque of Henry Purcell and Dido and Aeneas.

Somehow we run out of quizzes, so things get a bit adventurous at the end, but William goes to the rescue at the xerox, and the notes on the board for next week are finally reasonably correct, too. Doug and I shoot for Elephant Bar, but they've called last round early. A cold night, with the heater kicking on for the first time since spring (yes, a warm-weather aficionado, here, definitely). Ah, well, there's always tomorrow. Until there's not....