I’ve been composing music since I was 12.
In all that time, the only person who ever performed my music was me. This is logical for two reasons: 1) I never wrote anything down, and 2) Nothing I wrote was any good.
I had this secret fantasy that one day another musician would hear a piece of mine and go, “You know what, I absolutely have to learn that. You have to write that down for me.” And then I would get to hear them perform my music. My music! And I wouldn’t even be playing it! I imagined them strutting up to the stage and introducing the latest work by Martin Spitznagel, who was of course a very serious and well-known composer because why in the world would they be telling the audience my name if they didn’t expect them to all nod their heads and go, “Ooh, that is a very real person”?
After all, I spent a large part of my day learning the music of other people. It seemed like every other composer had that thrill except for me. What, I wondered, would it be like to hear someone else interpret the very notes that my muse dreamed up? What would it feel like? What would go through my head?
Well, I have to wonder no longer, because I have awesome friends:
And the only thing I have going through my head right now?
“OMG OMG OMG”
Thanks, Bryan. This was totally worth the wait 😀