Lament for Jo Cox

Nine months from conception to realisation. A group of friends and Cherubim recorded it at the Savile on Guy Fawkes night. Not a bad record given that some of the compositions that mean most to me have languished in limbo for years.

There is a sense of completion when the hypothesis which is composition is validated by proof which is actual sound. Of course the greatest prize is if others come to love it like the one who loved it into existence, but moving it from mind to external form to independent reality is a start. The rest is the gods’ business.