Nor Can Remember Plain and Clear the Curious Music That I Hear

[for saxophone, trombone, piano and percussion]

composed for the Maharlika Trio 2009: 10 minutes

The (admittedly over-long) title comes from this poem by  Robert Louis Stevenson—

From Breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.

All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do--
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.

The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.

Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.

I rarely dream of music, and when I do, like this poet, I can't quite remember how the music sounded when I wake up.  Like many things in dreams, music doesn't seem to follow the basic laws of physics.  But I do remember a few basic features:  it tends to have lots of ringing sounds, the harmonies are strange, and there are grooves.  But not “normal” grooves. This is as close as I can get.


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