Evan Ware

“I Can Remain Unperformed” should be the mandatory title of most masters theses 🤣

Both. Good = kendo tournament. Bad = I could use another three days to get caught up on emails before committing to another week!

My new synth pop alt electronica collective name

She is everything and nothing

Fluffy black cat head emerges from the darkness of a cat tree condo next to a sticky note that reads “10$”

Too many stressors right now, so here’s a cat. (NB, she is not for sale)

That IS the story of my life!

This is great fodder for the atonal slap bass album I plan to use to get full prof

The cover of the Modus Novus atonal sight singing book

Still the most frightening book I’ve ever (sight) read.

😕

I saw “counterpoint” and was like 😃

Then I saw “Blackboard” and was like 🤮

I want a hovercraft powered by electric eels

We have just discovered that, thanks to Bluey, The Lad has learned some idioms in an Australian accent. We discovered this because it took us a hot minute to figure out he was saying “pass the parcel.“

I’ll send you the score in MIDI mock up

I sat in on the first rehearsal of my “Canon Antifonale a 12” with the Cal Poly Pomona Brass Ensemble spread out in the recital hall. I got goosebumps at the end🪿

My orchestration of the third movement of Mozart’s A minor piano sonata (K310) was premiered by the Cal Poly Pomona Wind Ensemble (and at the end, an audience member gasped “whoa”) /2

It’s been a cool week 🧵:

I found out my trumpet concerto for @aztrumpet.bsky.social was funded by the Canada Council for the Arts (commission, performance, and recording!)
/1

But what exactly do you dip in chicken Parmesan? Is there breading inside the dip? Is there chicken? I have questions.

This is my new experimental electronica band name

I wonder what he makes of Wagner…

So is “dip” in this context

“Endless Expensive Mediocrity” is the name of my next punk band.

Is this supposed to be (yet another) AI puff piece?!

An electric sign in a pharmacy that reads “Venkman, P Potter, H Bueler, F”

Picking up a prescription for a sick kiddo, and am apparently waiting behind a wizard, a Ghostbusters, and a ne’er-do-well teenager from the 1980s

Of the many great sayings to originate in my adoptive province of Québec, perhaps the best is the one that describes people being pretentious:

They are said to be farting higher than the hole.

One of my grandpas had scarlet fever as a kid that left him with a heart condition that prevented him from fighting in WWII, he sold color TVs.

My other grandpa fled the Soviet advance in Hungary and ended up selling brooms in West Germany for a while.

You mean THE Ohio State, I presume…

It was a, uh, rather uncomfortable moment… 😅

I used to be a funeral director and once made arrangements for a woman whose mother died. When I told her that the default container for her mother’s ashes if she didn’t buy an urn was a cardboard box, she replied icily that cardboard “would be good enough for her.”

Not that this is important in the grand scheme of things, but some composers need to lay the fuck off of the suspended cymbal. Using it at every minor climax/texture change is not as dope as they think it is.