Next week I start rehearsals for another reading of my musical about the concentration camp Terezin. Since the last reading we’ve done significant rewrites, including writing five new songs. Or at least by the time we start rehearsals on Wednesday we will have written five new songs. I hope.
But the thing is, spending all this time with the Holocaust is starting to get to me. When I have to write music for hymns to despair with names like “Hell Is Another Name For Man,” it’s difficult not to go out and buy a gun and shoot myself.
However, the knowledge that I have to have written five new songs before Wednesday is keeping me alive.
At least for the moment.