Miles Muses
Mike Essig

Mornin’, Mike,

Once again, you nailed it.

I had a conversation once with a dear friend which was very close to this poem. We were talking about the “1812 Overture,” and I was telling R. that I still remembered much of my flute part from when we performed it in high school (this is 30 years later, mind you, that I’m telling him this). He asked me if I ever played it in a different style or speed. I had a dumbfounded look on my face with the corresponding answer of “why would I????” He then gave me a thought similar to the one that you wrote about above, and told me that I should try… fast forward a couple of years, and you brought that conversation back to mind. I never did do it, but I think I’m going to have to give it a shot.

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