I’m not used to working on stuff where the composer is um … alive and well. If Haendel doesn’t like what I’m doing with his music, it’s not like he’s going to come up to me and tell me.
But it’s a little more nerve-wracking when the composer can say, “Sorry, but that sucks.” Especially since the piece is making me go in a direction I haven’t been in before, a more watery, impressionist direction.
Oh, well. Onward.