c. 2001 6:30 a.m., at a little church in Johnston, Iowa
there's a light on in the balcony.
a sleep-deprived 40-ish woman sips her QuikTrip coffee zombie, trying things out on the organ
a little improv -- wow! that was solid!
quick, get it down on manuscript paper before it vaporizes
i play it again, i miss the intended note but the one i play sounds even better.
good, keep that!
scribble, scribble
erase, erase
replay
scratch, scratch
hmm... this might be a keeper.
the sleep-deprived woman is me
later on i share this piece with my amazing mom, Jean Folkerts
she likes it.
she hardly ever likes things.
but this she likes!
(gloat, gloat)
a copy gets passed around
a ripple goes out.
ten years later a friend and colleage, Carl Gravander, plays this piece at Plymouth UCC
and another friend sends me the bulletin to let me know.
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