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Arizona
Friends of Chamber Music
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1) String Quartet No.1 ("Songbook for Annamaria")
Premiered by the Colorado Quartet. January 2003. Commissioned by AFCM. Sponsored by: Mr. and Mrs. Charles Peters. Performances: Approximately 15 times, by Colorado, Liric, Serafin String Quartets, at the National Gallery (Washington, DC), West Chester University, Soundfest Summer Music Program (Cape Cod, Mass.), Constitution Center (Philadelphia). Also (12/2/09), by Corigliano String Quartet, at West Chester University, Community Series at Swarthmore House,Swarthmore, Chamber Music NOW! (Philadelphia), Wilmington (DE) The composer writes: SONGBOOK FOR ANNAMARIA was composed before, during and immediately after the adoption of our daughter, Annamaria LaSalle Maggio. Each movement is based on an old popular tune that provides further insight into its meaning (e.g., the hard-driving work ethic of the railroad song, on which all the live long day is based, suggests the round- the-clock duties of the parent). These songs are personal favorites of mine: some of them my parents sang to me when I was a child, and some of them I sang to Annamaria. The first movement, were bound away tracks the excited beginnings of our journey into parenthood. The second movement, when you wake is both a tender lullaby for Annamaria, and a gentle farewell to my grandmother, Marie Basili who slowly vanished from Alzheimers. jimmy crack corn is a playful, intense scherzo; it was a favorite of my dad and his two brothers. all the live long day is a passacaglia, whose repetitive rhythmic motion was inspired by the never-ending responsibilities and the boundless love I found in fatherhood. 2) String Quartet No.2
("Rain and Ash")
Premiered by the Borromeo String Quartet, January 2009 Commissioned by AFCM. Sponsored by: Herschell and Jill Rosenzweig, Helmut Abt, Harold G. Basser (in memory of his wife Suzanne). Published: Theodore Presser Company RAIN AND ASH. In the summer of 2007, after 17 years of sharing our lives together, my partner and I held a civil union ceremony in a quiet courtyard near our home. We exchanged rings and vows in front of our seven-year-old daughter, our parents and siblings, aunts and uncles, nephews and nieces, cousins, and friends. It was the best day of my life and it rained like I had never seen it rain before. Someone told me that evening that the rain was an omen of good luck. If so, it was short-lived; five days later, my father died suddenly of a heart attack. It was a profound loss for me. Rain opens with a dance-like arrangement of an old Neapolitan lullaby. The festive dance music returns three times, alternating with more lyrical sections; with each return, the festivities grow more and more jubilant. Ash begins with the violin sweetly recalling the Neapolitan lullaby, which is abruptly silenced by violent repeated chords. These brutal chords interrupt the musics flow throughout the movement, appearing increasingly further apart; in between these interruptions the lullaby returns in various states (plaintive, distant, sweet, mysterious, wailing), yet never fully intact, permanently altered. It hovers in memory, always just out of reach. About halfway through the second movement, a new lullaby surfaces, Skye Boat Song. A tune that Ive always found hauntingly beautiful, the boat song becomes a metaphor for the journey of grieving, and the acceptance of loss. |
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