November 16, 2009
This sounds like a caricature of everything I do these days...
Minor second, minor ninth, minor seventh...
Always with the octatonic (old faithful)...
Blocks of sound distributed in different registers...
The low lows, the high highs (still with the registers)...
Impulses of rhythm rather than melody...
Giant sonorities of dissonances long resonating...
Grading dynamics for a transparent view of distances...
Melodic and harmonic imprints final arising out of the chaos...
Subtle quoting of the dies irae, old personal fragments, comfort of comfort, the Brahms Wiegenlied...
What do those kids think when they walk by the class room?
I'm going to sleep now in the deep dark cave.