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My choral piece 'Sing Child' will be performed by Triad: Boston's Choral Collective on June 3 at Church on the Hill, 140 Bowdoin Street, Boston, at 8:00 PM. The program includes pieces by Karl Henning, Thomas Stumpf, Jeremy Faust, Bruce Sled, Harry Einhorn, Oznat Netzer, and Julian Bryson.
'Sing Child' was written for a concert whose theme was 'birth-to-death', and its text begins "birth brightness hunger warmth", and continues with a list of sensations, objects (books, dogs), and activities (running, falling, swimming) that would occupy the mind of a child. The music is written in a synthetic mode throughout, using melodic cells (like Terry Riley's 'In C') and canons at the unison or octave. The piece has a hazy, dream-like quality, which feels like my hazy memories of childhood.
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The pdf contains a list of pieces that I completed in 2015. 
Below is a link to the performance by Triad:Boston's Choral Collective, with me conducting.
https://youtu.be/PRzWVLiZeJ0 The Triad choir is a collective, which means that all of the members do a variety of jobs and most decisions are made by consensus. There are composers, conductors, instrumentalists, and singers in the group. This is among the best group that I have worked with as a conductor; responsive, experienced singers all. It was a pleasure to work with them.
We performed our concert in Cambridge, Massachusetts on November 21, and in Quincy on November 23. I sang and conducted one piece, the beautiful How She Went to Ireland by Joseph Rubinstein. When the recording becomes available, I will post a link to it here. The group Triad: Boston's Choral Collective performed my piece back in May. The link below gets you to a recording of their lovely performance.
https://soundcloud.com/dailydaydream/o-miei-dolci-animali-triad-choir-may-2015 Last night the Boston Choral Collective, led by Thomas Stumpf, began to rehearse my choral work 'O Miei Dolci Animali,' a setting (in Italian) of the Salvatore Quasimodo poem. They did quite well with the chromatic, rather lush harmonies, and it was wonderful to hear the piece begin to come to life.
Here is a literal translation of 'O miei dolci animali' from The Penguin Book of Italian Verse, 1958 Now autumn spoils the green of hills, o my sweet animals. We shall hear again, before nightfall, the final lament of the birds, the call of the grey plain that goes towards that high noise of the sea. And the smell of the wood in the rain, the smell of the burrows, how keen it is here between the houses, among men, o my sweet animals. This face that slowly turns its eyes about, this hand that marks the heavens where a peal of thunder resounds, are yours, o my wolves, my foxes burnt with blood. Every hand, every face is yours. You tell me everything has been in vain, life, the days worn away by a steady flow of water, while from the garden rises a singing of children. Perhaps far from us now? But they yield in the air like shadows, if as much. But perhaps I know everything has not been. What does it mean? People ask me, and I find it difficult to put an answer into words. The music of my setting is my answer. Thanks to Erika Vogel, Sarah Moyer, and Mary Gerbi for the lovely performance of my piece 'Spirits of Sleep' this afternoon (February 22) at the Concord Museum. The sextet from Handel and Haydn Society of Boston also included Michael Barrett, Jonas Budris and David McFerrin. It was a fun program; pieces all related to night and sleep by English and American composers, arranged in chronological order (I think I was the most recent).
The batteries in my little recorder went dead mid-concert, so I made the recording below with my cell phone; thus the not-so-good sound quality. |
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