Daily Jot: Having a Work Worth Doing

I WENT TO A MIDDLE SCHOOL RECITAL several years ago and had the good fortune of sitting center-way, 17 rows back. It was an excellent place from which to hear the full acoustic resonance of the student orchestra. I could feel the depth of the tuba in the air around me; I could hear, ever so clearly, the melodic continuity of the violins, and the occasional off-key note of a nervous flute player.