Or, "Chaconne à son goût."
Like a very politely ticking clock-bomb, the metronome on My desk is keeping 3/4 time at a comfortable 110 bpm to the quarter note.
Unfortunately, I'm using it as a reference for eighth-note beats.
While working on a string of 16th notes five razzafracking bars long. In other words, in 3/4 time I have to figure out how to squeeze 60 notes into a single breath.
I cheated. I sneaked a quick breath between notes 30 and 31.
We're currently working on First Suite in E♭ Major by Gustav Holst, arguably one of the most famous pieces in concert band repertoire -- a mixture of breathtaking beauty, egregious silliness and outright insanity. I'm currently working on the first two sections of the Chaconne, which, as near as I can figure, means "You woodwind guys go on ahead and the rest of us will catch up with you later."
I really think the "Brillante" indication for section B should be crossed out and replaced with "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate," but if Dante and Virgil could get through hell, so can I. Back to work.