Friday, April 27, 2012
Crossroads Fair Chamber Concert
The Crysalus Duet will be premiering my new Elemental Suite for two flutes. You can see a performance of the first movement on YouTube here. The Papilio Quintet will be playing two recently composed pieces by Alex Daniels and Chistoph Rolfes. We'll also have Trio Impromptu... impromptu because they're usually a string quartet, but one of their violinists is busy that night. And last but certainly not least, we'll have the Lamont Saxophone Quartet. If you've never heard a saxophone quartet before, start looking for some, because it's a pretty fantastic sound, especially when it's a quartet composed of fantastic Lamont sax players.
So, if you can make it, go. It'll be a fantastic concert with some amazing musicians.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Chamber Concert Coming Up
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Figaro's Getting Married
In the Lamont Symphony, we’ve been preparing tirelessly for the fall opera, The Marriage of Figaro. We had our first rehearsals with the vocalists last week, and they’ve been fantastic. Watch out for Benjamin Wood. He’ll be shaking the rafters as Figaro on the Thursday and Saturday night performances, which are drawing scarily close.
I feel like we just started rehearsing yesterday, and the opera opens next Thursday night. Maybe that’s just because it’s my first quarter in the symphony. I’ve played at the Sydney Opera House and been to Oxford to play for the best flautists in the world, yet I still get nervous every time I start with a new ensemble. Anyway, if you’re in town and want to see the opera, you can get tickets here.
Meanwhile, back at the recording studio, I’ve started working on my new CD. It’ll be a mix of three songs I wrote in an acoustic alternative style for guitar and piano and lots of singing with four flute duets I wrote, a piece I wrote for tenor trombone, bass trombone, and piano, and I think I’m going to cheat and throw in a song I recorded last summer. It’s an arrangement of the Australian song Waltzing Matilda for two flutes and guitar in a Celtic style. And if that’s not multicultural enough for you, I promise I’ll wear a cowboy hat and a dashiki over my lederhosen while I’m recording it.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Daughter of the Light
Daughter of the Light- III. Àine's Reel
Àine's Reel
Decades past and I went out
Into the hills I’d dreamt about
I spent my days in fruitful ways
On melodies I loved to play
And in the dusk I took my mare
And rode into the mountain air
By brooks and streams and fallen trees
That garnished my felicity
I loved my pauper most of all
And spent my nights with him enthralled
With me as I was still with him
For love’s a light that never dims
And in my dreams I saw the place
Where I awoke and saw his face
And was reminded of the tune
He played that rainy afternoon
When I had found the love I’d kept
For so long hidden and untapped
Like wine in barrels aged for years
I held it for my cavalier
And still we danced to lilting songs
That kept our cheerful spirits strong
And in our lasting reverie
Beneath the shining summer leaves
We danced and played our melodies
That set our hearts and spirits free
To love and be ourselves adored
Until we land on heaven’s shore
Monday, March 12, 2012
Daughter of the Light- II. Muir Mhanainn Waltz
Muir Mhanainn Waltz
Muir Mhanainn Waltz
As years passed by, I heard the sound
Of rolling waves and foaming sea,
I wondered what could yet be found
On far off shores that called to me
I found a ship to take me there
Far across the widening world
To lands with crisp and dulcet air
Off beyond the ocean’s curl
With hands upon the great backstay
Of a vessel set for silver shores
I listened to the lapping waves
And wondered what I waited for
When leagues had passed in our wide wake,
I set my feet on city streets
I could not know what road to take
Or what new trials I would meet
I sank into the bustling sea
Of faces in the shining lights
Yet found the place that was to me
The only one that could be right
And months on, in the budding spring
As I was walking down a lane
I stumbled on a lowly thing
Playing his tunes out in the rain
He whistled what I’d never heard
Yet always seemed to know so well
And though it seemed to me absurd
I was enraptured and compelled
To ask the pauper boy his name
And sit there in the rain a while
Oh, never could I be the same
If I had passed that pauper by.
The years passed by from when we met
And married in a little church,
And worries caused me to forget
The sound of leaves in the silver birch
I could not see the growing light
Or glowing of the shifting sea
When dawn came at the end of night
To set my burdened spirit free
I could not taste the strawberries
Or smell the scent of fallen rain.
Only darkness I could see
And feel my scarring, searing pain.
Below a stormy, thundering sky
I left my home and wandered out
Into the darkness of the night
As deafening rain supplied my doubt
For days I wandered aimlessly
Until I could not wander more,
My legs would not keep holding me
They were too bloody, stiff and sore
I fell into a weary sleep
Out in the boundless, rolling hills
And dreamt that I had fallen deep
Into a misty, blackened dell
I could not see my way back home
Nor did I hear a single voice
And after wandering hours alone
I knew that I was left no choice
I turned my eyes up to the sky
And whispered tired, shaking words
As tears consumed my reddened eyes
And troubling calm was all I heard
A wind blew strong upon my face,
The whelming darkness fell away
I slipped into a different place
Into the dawning of the day
And in the light I heard my name
As it resounded through the trees
For led by some cherubic aim
My love at last had come for me
Daughter of the Light- I. Fómhar Jig
I awoke to the rising dawn
As mist lay thick on the rolling hills
And the piper played his morning song
While birds flew trees they’d rested on
It was the village festival
And hunters brought their finest meats
While shepherds ambled to the hall
With daughters dressed in shades of fall
Outside the players played their tunes
While people came from all around
To spend a cheerful afternoon
Dancing under bright festoons
The kick and stomp of dancing feet
Rustled through the greenest grass
And reds and golds of autumn leaves
Formed my childhood memories