Sunday, November 6, 2011
In fact the opening concert was even more of a challenge than expected; Top's E string snapped in the first movement of the concerto prompting a dramatic game of swapping as he borrowed Dean Anderson's violin and Dean quickly switched violins with his assistant ... all without missing a beat ... and then during the excerpts from my opera "Mae Naak" I fell out of my chair.... all in all a wild return to the world of music in the USA (where I had not conducted since 1979.) Despite all the mishaps we received four standing ovations so I guess the audience must have liked the show.
In the meantime I was staying at the World Fantasy Convention which was an odd thing; I gave a reading from an unfinished fantasy trilogy, walked around the dealer's room, lunched with many friends I haven't seen for years, and in general had a strange flashback to around the late 90s because these people were still the same, just a little grayer and a little fatter. Still, had fruitful discussions about returning to the writing biz with people. But I'm not sure about it. I'm not sure about many things anymore.
It's been a period of reexamination. Returning to London reconnected me with my youth; returning to L.A. reconnected me with the middle period of my life. But I am not sure how the Third Act will play out now. These reconnections raise more questions and answer few of them.
I returned to a Bangkok that is slowly, inexorably coming under flood waters. My house is still dry, but Top's is gone; he and his family are going off to the north somewhere. I should probably escape as well, but there is so much to do here. If they don't cut off our power, I'm happy not to leave my house for a couple of weeks ... so much to think about, to plan.