Here is a quick note to say that I am beyond proud and honored to count so many women as my friends and colleagues. Unfortunately I did not march (it was audition weekend, but then I ended up catching a cold that left me bedridden), but man, what a day.
My composer friend Marie Incontrera probably expressed my sentiment best:
I am not marching today. I am not protesting today. My entire existence, for the next four years, is resistance. My art, my survival.
(More on this later, once I’ve finished my next piece.)