Premiered by University of Missouri Philharmonic. Conducted by Edward Dolbashaian.
Commissioned by the Sinquefield Charitable Foundation.
As winner of the Sinquefield Prize in the University of Missouri they gave me the chance to write a piece for the University Philharmonic. The first step towards this piece was this snobbish scientific approach to music that sometimes as composers we love. It is full of rationalism, calculations, systems, numbers and formulas, that is in any case tremendously productive and motivating. Sadly these procedures can also drive to a dry result and being aware of this I started adding something more “human” and “sensitive” (sometimes out of the system) to the creative process. The numerical approach could be easily explained by this great image by the American artist Berenice Abbott on this link. Two sources collide and create Interference: Sounds (pitches) collide and create new sounds and timbres, as they are created this sounds also interact and create more and a endless chain reaction is developed. A more sensitive description is clearly set in the program notes below:
This piece is about life, about how one person lives and gets affected by others and by the situations that surround him. At the beginning we all are “pure,” a single sound, clear and transparent and we are trying to understand life. As time goes by, we are interfered, affected, we change, and the results might be waterfalls of sounds and color that paint our life or just a single feather that floats in the air. The stroke of the unexpected also affects us and we could scream out loud a unison stream of violent air trying to get over it; or we may succumb and let our melody escape away as a weak lament into time.
There is always an answer for such interferences, the resulting sounds have their own unique origin and function, and those will reflect how we are being changed, how we evolve and react according to the world around us. A systematic result is not conceivable.
Life is this magic gift where we only have one chance, one direction to take, one decision to make. We travel in time toward the end, similarly as music is performed and fades away.
At the end, we will never be the same, for the path has changed us but we still have this unique color and character, our very own melody, our own personality learned at our so-called home.
At the end, we will never know how different our life would have been if that day, that person, that situation, that piece of music had never crossed our lives.