It has been several months of hell on earth for me.

My body is wasted tired and exhausted.

Each step is becoming progressively more difficult as I have been forced to wait and wait and wait as eveybody around me attempts to maneuver for postion or advantage.

But, finally, thankfully, as any number of my very dearest and loved ones know, the monstrously huge hurdles which have been looming directly in front of me are now finally behind us (in something that makes the Sword of Damocles swinging over my head by it's about-to-break thread look like a very nice improvement over where I am and have been).

What an horrifically costly and bloody series of battles these have been and for oh how so many years.

But, finally, IT IS FINISHED!

Of course, I have a hard time celebrating that, because I am no fool, and can see that there is much very difficult work to be done and very little time to do it in.

We are far from break time just yet.

As a ;matter of fact, now, finally, the heavy lifting, which has so badly needed to be done for so long can finally be done.

To all of you who have helped me through all of this, THANK YOU SO MUCH!

I have always watched and noticed who does me right and who does not.

I have always tried to live beholden to no one.

I intend to so continue.

BUT TO ALL OF YOU I AM BEHOLDEN AS ONE COULD POSSIBLY BE1! 

I constantly remind those who I think need reminding, I did not
come this far at this much expense to become the thing that I spent all of that time and $$$ to avoid becoming.

Of that you may rest assured, and then some.

I am old enough to be very surprised to even be alive.

I have ALWAYS considered myself to be deep on borrowed time.

Each day is a gift and has been since that horrible day when I was just turning 17 years old and was slammed at 65 mph into another car, right in my face, followed by a huge telephone pole as my head was unceremoniously shoved through a windshield by kinetic energy.

Something you do not soon forget.!!

And I certainly do not recommend it to anyone.

But, such moments can be life-changing in numerous unepexpected ways.

One of those is that I do not expect to live through any given day and try to live accordingly.

I am dead serious, and I think you are really missing out on real life until you start living every day, and yea, every moment, as if it will be your last.

And, suddenly, POOF!, you are standing in front of an otherwordly tribunal explaining your actions.

I try to live accordingly

as it so well says in one of Peter's epistles,

"knowing these things what manner of person ought we to be"

Do the math and see if you can figure it out.

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i left off on two subjects.

I wanted to reassure anyone reading this that I have not forgotten my story of how the first mass marketing of computers took place (a first-hand account from a rather unique perspective).

And I have not forgotten about the emotions as they relate to music and musicianship and musicology.  I hope to get back to that soon.  I am still at work on Barber's Adagio for Strings.  Have made several recordings, but nothing definitive yet.

I am amazed at how many tiny little nuances are involved.

What a marvelous piece of music.

It reminds me of the Painted Destert (I lived by it for a year and looked out on it regularly for many hours at a time) as the clouds pass over and the ground begins to look rather kaleidescopic.

You look once, and think you've got it, but look again.

Oh no, and still yet again.

As I said before it is like getting to know a very good person very well as layer upon layer of inner beauty is revealed one little bit at a time.

Oh, I forgot, I am working through a book of 50 Irish Fighing Tunes.  These are the songs which are played as they go into battle or are in commemoration of such, etc.

One thinks of 200 bagpipers leading the charge as the drummer pound on those drums wildly as the ancient celtic warrior attacks any who would be foolish enough to traverse their most ancient and sacred lands.

At any rate, I have been working on the first five of these songs.

I got it for my fiddle tune library, and am playing them on the violin (NOT A FIDDLE).

They certainly do provide balm for a war-wearied soul, I must say.

Of course, how could I not arrange it for the string orchestra at the same time?

So, sampled string orchestra, song, fiddle, more string orchestra.

What a truly strange world we live in as compared to the one which I grew up in, which was also pretty strange, as I think about it.

ANYWAY -

I am back on the road first thing in the morning, to Northern Califiornia, then back to Ventura, and out of town as fast as I can get to my beloved Zurich.

From there it gets really crazy, because I am picking up a very confidential message and will have to decide anything and everything on the spot there and then.

This can mean several weeks of travel and meetings with numerous persons of interest.

While this is but one piece of a much bigger picture, it is, nevertheless, a very important one.

I have been going nuts for several months having other equally important matters that required my very full and very immediate attention, which kept me from being able to leave this country just yet.

Now, the path appears to be clear, so I must run AND FAST!

Hope all goes well.

I will probably try to blog at least some while on the road.

I always have news hookups everywhere I go (although they typically are painfully slow and very expensive), so that I should have the connection necessary to do it.

HOPING FOR THE BEST.

AGAIN, THANKS TO EVERYBODY, BOTH OVER THE YEARS AND DECADES AND THOSE WHO ARE MORE RECENT OR EVEN MUCH MORE RECENT, I WOULD NEVER MAKE IT WITHOUT ALL OF YOU GUYS CONSTANTLY PUSHING ME AND REMINDING ME OF MY DUTY TO FAMILY, GOD, AND COUNTRY.

love all of you very much.

vw

4:48 p.m.
3-7-12
Ventura, Calfiornia, USA