Having pretty much collapsed into bed the night before, I wrote a draft of an errata sheet for the orchestra on the train from south Brooklyn up to 116th and Broadway yesterday morning.

The principal said that he measured out the total number of feet necessary for the parts to be played with shared instruments; the instruments stretched out in a straight line would cover 18 feet—about three dining room tables long was the example he gave.

When you sit with a piece for a year at some point you start to lose a sense of what it would be like to actually hear living human beings play the notes on the page.