A crack, a burst, that piece of wood that breaks,
Pain in the bones, disgust, and anger. Scowling breathless hopeless thought.
A crack, a burst, that miniature explosion that breaks you,
Stretched ugliness transformed into what you call beauty, a beloved beast, the noise in the silence.
A crack, a burst, that dream that tears apart,
The stupid dilemma of right and wrong, your daily dose of indomitable reality. A crack, a burst…
At times one is angry, and you just have to yell. Many were angry during the end of 2016 and the beginning of 2017. Many of us are still angry. I streamed that frustration through the overpressure, the Bartok pizz., the 16ht note heavy-metal-esque ostinato, and other sounds like these. I am glad I found Sara Sasaki, an amazing violinist who took over the piece and yelled with me.
Fun fact! During the premiere of the piece, there was a faulty cable, that produced cracks and pops during the performance and many audience members thought this was intended, due to the title and the idea of the piece.