music
After many years writing music for my drawer, I was one day confronted - through reading Aristotle - with the disarmingly simple question, 'What actually is "written music"?', 'What is it for ?' And, seeing as I could find no satisfactory answer, I offer here, with my slightly decrepit one-man band, these humble attempts at invoking that strangely beautiful and mysterious muse.
The Carousel
A piece that takes you on the complete carousel ride, from its tentative beginnings, as the mechanism slowly lurches to life, to the carousel in full swing, — then finally to those last, mechanical convulsions, as it all gradually slows to a full stop. We experience something of the magic of the carousel — but more than a hint, too, of the uncanny, as we take a closer, uneasy look at our carousel horses with their frozen, gaping mouths and blank, staring eyes !
The Big Top
A short piece that conjures up something of the mystery, wonder, and sheer off-the-wall whimsy of the circus, with its trapeze artists, clowns and contortionists. Here the breathtaking and the bizarre meet shoulder to shoulder.
Nachtstück
Beneath the apparent tranquility of the night there is movement, as nocturnal things come to life, furtive and ever shifting. Everything unfolds from the opening motive.