[Responses to replies to my last real entry ... coming soon, I think. Been reading and appreciating; haven't had time to sit down and respond. Also coming: an update on how the trip is going and how things are working out w/ Mom.]
I composed this with one friend especially in mind, but other friends and relatives on my mind as well. Now, with (last I heard) one friend recovering from a risky surgery and another facing a dangerous treatment, not to mention people farther removed from me ... it seems like a good time to get around to posting this here.
Fuck cancer.
(This is the octave I meant it to sound in. I've also got a version written for guitarists -- notated an octave higher, on the treble staff with ledger lines, and sounding these pitches when played on guitar -- and one transposed up to fit on a violin. Also tablature for a few different instruments. If a different version would work better for you, ask whether I've got it handy.)
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Indeed
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Finally got around to it ...
It's a bit sloppy ... partly because I was having a rough day body-wise, partly because I ran out of disk space to keep working on it. But at least it's there. :-)
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-- Glenn via Mom's iPhone
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