The original printed staves for a standard pit orchestra—reeds, brass, piano, bass, drums, and strings—were there. But overlaid on top of them, in a frantic, almost illegible hand, was a second orchestration. Red ink for added harmonies, blue ink for subtracted instruments, green ink for dynamic markings so extreme they bordered on the absurd ( pppppp next to fffff in the same bar). The margin was a jungle of arrows, circled figures, and desperate scrawls: “Not too fast. Ever.” and “Here, the brass must sound like regret.”
She wrote: “Not too fast. Ever. And not alone.” my way orchestra score
When the score arrived, she laid it on her baby grand piano, its pages smelling of mildew and old coffee. It was indeed an arrangement of Paul Anka’s “My Way,” the Frank Sinatra anthem of defiant self-eulogy. But the score had been… altered. The original printed staves for a standard pit
It was mad. And it was brilliant.