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  • cold (2017) two flutes

    “cold” was premiered by the Siroko Duo on January 27th, 2018 at Seventh Avenue Presbyterian, presented by Seventh Avenue Performances. https://sirokoduo.com/  [/embedyt] 

  • by a spirit of uselessness (2016) flute + piano

    This work was written for Christina Guenther and Ron Petti and their performances in September and October 2016. The title is stolen from a line of the William Carlos Williams poem “At the Ball Game”.

    The crowd at the ball game
    is moved uniformly
    by a spirit of uselessness
    which delights them—
    all the exciting detail
    of the chase
    and the escape, the error
    the flash of genius—
    all to no end save beauty
    the eternal—
    So in detail they, the crowd,
    are beautiful
    for this
    to be warned against
    saluted and defied—
    It is alive, venomous
    it smiles grimly
    its words cut—
    The flashy female with her
    mother, gets it—
    The Jew gets it straight— it
    is deadly, terrifying—
    It is the Inquisition, the
    It is beauty itself
    that lives
    day by day in them
    This is
    the power of their faces
    It is summer, it is the solstice
    the crowd is
    cheering, the crowd is laughing
    in detail
    permanently, seriously
    without thought
  • Cascade (2016) flute, bassoon + piano

    Written for and dedicated to the Silver Keys Trio

    Score and Recording Coming Soon

  • I Might Speak (2015) flute, bassoon + piano


    Imagine Music PublishingScore Published Through Imagine Music Publishing





    Center for New Music in San Francisco, Sept. 30, 2015 – 7:30pm
    San Jose State University, October 1st, 2015 – 12:15pm
    Sacramento State University, October 2nd, 2015 -4:00pm

    Program Note: When granted the opportunity to write for the Silver Keys Trio’s instrumentation, my wife and I had just begun to expect our new daughter. I swung between exhaustive fragility and terrifying elation and still do with Alice now here and born. This text has become my much needed mantra, as anything I do, from parenting to music, is destined to fail without love. My deepest thanks go to the virtuosic Silver Keys Trio for organizing the commissioning consortium that brought about this seven movement piece.

    I Might Speak
    With Tongues of Angles
    Yet Without Love
    Have Now Become
    A Clanging Cymbal

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  • Four Poems by Vachel Lindsay (2015) soprano, flute + piano


    Vachel Lindsay (1879-1931) was briefly famous in the 1910’s as a traveling singing poet who would chant or sing his own poetry while wandering through the United States. Yet later in life he faded into obscurity, often bartering his pamphlet “Rhymes to Be Traded for Bread” in exchange for food. Lindsay eventually commit suicide by ingesting Lysol. This setting of four poems was commissioned by Carrie Zhang and her Classical Trio Impromptu for their performances in the Bing Music Series at Stanford Hospital.

    1. Unjust – videoNicholas_Vachel_Lindsay_1913

    “I am unjust, but I can strive for justice.
    My life’s unkind, but I can vote for kindness.
    I, the unloving, say life should be lovely.
    I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.”

    2. A Sense of Humor – video

    “No man should stand before the moon
    To make sweet song thereon,
    With dandified importance,
    His sense of humor gone.

    Nay, let us don the motley cap,
    The jester’s chastened mien,
    If we would woo that looking-glass
    And see what should be seen.

    O mirror on fair Heaven’s wall,
    We find there what we bring.
    So, let us smile in honest part
    And deck our souls and sing.

    Yea, by the chastened jest alone
    Will ghosts and terrors pass,
    And fays, or suchlike friendly things,
    Throw kisses through the glass”

    3. The Little Turtle – video

    “There was a little turtle. He lived in a box. He swam in a puddle. He climbed on the rocks. He snapped at a mosquito. He snapped at a flea. He snapped at a minnow. And he snapped at me. He caught the mosquito. He caught the flea. He caught the minnow. But he didn’t catch me.”

    4. Rain – video

    “Each storm-soaked flower has a beautiful eye. And this is the voice of the stone-cold sky: ‘Only boys keep their cheeks dry. Only boys are afraid to cry. Men thank God for tears Alone with lost years.”


    Score Coming Soon


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