I would like to say that, in Brahmsian style, my internet hiatus--which in blogsphere years must be decades, has been due to an overly self-critical, cigar smoking approach to writing that really takes the time to get it just right and that I have produced a post on Brahms that is as well written as any one of his four symphonies. Sadly, I cannot claim that to be the case.
What I can say is that I am almost finished with an English Horn concerto I have been writing for about three years. I do not have a performance lined up or even an English Horn player in mind. Nonetheless, I am at the final editing stage and I am so eager to be done that I have been neglecting this blog in favor of the English Horn.
But I have still been thinking about this anthology. For instance, when I listen to Brahms' music, with my concerto almost finished nearby, I am humbled by how well he listened. His music has what any composer would want for their own works: it has a sensitivity to the accomplishments of others as well as a unique character.