At long last I've started properly putting together the music for the dance band. Psychologically, having a folder full of scores is a good point to reach. There's a bit of a way to go yet, but I'm on the way: two pipe tunes arrived from Chris in Lunenburg yesterday.

Somehow while doing that today I also managed to record from scratch a faintly ridiculous version of Fred Frith's Some Clouds Do, after having an idea about it on the way back from the recycling centre this morning. Clare Salaman says the end result sounds like a chaotic commune of musicians playing together inside my mouth.