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Exotic Summer
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Having found my way back to ‘classical’ music, I wanted to create an instrumental rock I had not heard before.
Whereas the Allmans developed compositions for the stage, mine are not designed to stretch out, nor do they flex complexity as a virtue. They are not backing tracks awaiting a vocalist. They are moods from the ground up. Nothing is sacred or settled, and the bass takes the lead. There is nothing mechanical, no drum machine, no metronome; it is vivid, passionate expressionism.
Pure music has a conversant quality any rational animal can appreciate.
Spring is a fury, and wakes the next morning revived for mischief. Summer spans leafy pastorals and molten beaches, and gas-guzzling highways and byways in between. Autumn’s jazzy depression drowns itself in a blustery lake. A Winter’s march across the cold forest floor finds shelter by the warmth of a minstrel’s dance, before heading back out. Added to these, Fragment and Heaven offer earlier versions of these instrumentals.
Giving and taking, exploring all the contradictions, I must scratch.
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Kurt Masur
He didn’t mind an audience snoring. People falling asleep meant they were charmed into the myst. Talking was different; he would halt a performance and wait.
He was younger then, a gentle accord on rebar steel.
He’d coax and plead with bare hands, drawing music as if pulling it up from a well; his student here follows in this example, while Masur emphasizes the gravitas in Mendelssohn’s Italian: a tone poem of sorts.
I used to sit in on his Wednesday rehearsals.
The sun is crossing through my window, the morning sun. Every day is a new day.
Let no one say you were not here. — Kurt Masur