
I swear, to the 3-4 of you who read this blog (ie – mom, lauren, and you two who got here accidentally), my lack of posting in no way reflects my character, especially as regards commitment to my other relationships. That said, I HAVE been busy (on things other than this). Back in the fall I completed and attended the premiere of a new commission by the incomparable Wild Rumpus New Music Collective. The resulting work, Rapscalian Tendencies (yes, that is my intended spelling – my own “adjective” form of the word, and also gives it a subtle “modal” quality…or not), received a wonderful performance by the ensemble in San Francisco (recording can be found here).
Since then, the new semester has begun, bringing with it all the lesson plans, syllabus making, name learning, grading, etc that would be expected. But amidst the fray I managed to crank out the next piece in the queue, a work for the Talujon Percussion Quartet, who will be in residence at Brandeis this March to perform grad student works (March 17th!!). That piece ended up being titled …from the brazen lungs… - a generous use of punctuation that I typically avoid, but in this case it signifies that it is an excerpt from a work of literature, namely Edgar Allan Poe’s The Mask of the Red Death. I actually found the passage late in the game, but it seemed to fit pretty perfectly with my ideas of the piece:
“It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made the circuit of the face, and the hour was to be stricken, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so peculiar a note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of the orchestra were constrained to pause, momentarily, in their performance, to hearken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and, while the chimes of the clock yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused reverie or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes, (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds of the Time that flies,) there came yet another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as before.”
Thus the ellipses. I also like the title because it mentions lungs, but is for percussion instruments, not winds. Maybe years from now some musicology grad will debate the meaning/ deep sense of musicality/ irony/ etc in this…I just think it’s funny. And unexpected. Perhaps “funnexpected”. Anyways, I’ve included a diagram of the “arsenal”, as well as a “teaser” from the score. I know you’ll just be dying for the rest.






