My new friend (actually, it is neither new nor mine) kept me company:
I had the good fortune of having not one but two Thanksgiving meals this weekend: a Thanksgiving burger (pictured below) and a Thanksgiving sub.
Frustrated?My greatest wish in the world is to be able to hear my work performed. The greatest dissuasion from composing, for me, is the crushing defeat of watching yourself age and your compositional output cease, and all of it be swallowed up silently, the pieces you agonized over for months and years to slowly turn to dust.
We get it.
We started this whole thing because we were a handful of young composers sending scores into the black, thankless void of competitions, open calls, grant applications...the Kinko's fees add up and the postage is crushing, and for what? A one-line rejection, if that. So we got together and started performing and recording our own damn pieces.