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  • Two Memorials (2018) clarinet, violin, cello + piano

    Premiered – August 24, 2018

    Sophie Huet, clarinet; Mia Nardi-Huffman, violin; Bridget Pasker, cello; Naomi Stine, piano

    Program Note: Two Memorials is based on two tunes from the 1835 hymnal “Southern Harmony”. The sketches against these two hymn melodies, In Adam We Have All Been One + What Wondrous Love, were written shortly after two of my uncles’ deaths and then fully composed in August 2018 as a tribute.

    The piece is in loving memory of
    Roy Queen (1953-2015) + Terry Severhill (1950-2017).

  • track (2016) piano


    This piece titled track was inspired by a quote often credited to Henry David Thoreau: “As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives”.

    The piece was written for and premiered by Sarah Cahill. “track” is dedicated to my good friend, Danny Clay.

     

    Published by Imagine Music Publishing http://stores.imaginemusicpublishing.com/track/

  • Still Waiting (2016) soprano + piano

    pdf available here

    This piece was written for and commissioned by Jane Spencer Mills. The text was written by Jane’s mother Judith Spencer.

    Still Waiting by Judith Spencer

    Couldn’t wait to grow up,
    So I could play with the big kids
    Mummy said “wait“.  
    You’ll get there.

    Couldn’t wait to start school,
    Ride on the bus like the big kids.
    Mummy said “wait“.
    You’ll get there.

    Couldn’t wait to wear lipstick, 
    Maybe eyebrow pencil like the popular girls.
    Mother said “wait“.
    You’ll get there.

    Couldn’t wait to get a driver’s license
    So I wouldn’t have to wait for the Parents 
    To retrieve me from the dance.
    Mother said “wait“.
    You’ll get there.

    Couldn’t wait to go “away” to college,
    New world, no Parents, no curfew.
    Mom said “wait“.
    You’ll get there.

    Couldn’t wait to get a job,
    Share an apartment, 
    Maybe loose my virginity.  
    Friends said “wait“.
    You’ll get there.
    (Didn’t ask Mom)

    Couldn’t wait to marry my guy, 
    Have children, become a real woman.
    My guy said “wait“.
    We’ll get there.

    Couldn’t wait for the youngest child to start school, 
    So I could pick up on a career.
    My guy said “wait“.
    We’ll get there.

    Could ‘t wait to finally retire, my guy and I,
    To see some of the bigger world and discover ourselves in it?
    My guy said “wait“.
    We’ll get there.

    Well, life happened and he passed on before me.
    I wish he could have waited.

    But I’m still here
    And I can’t wait for this day to open itself to me.
    Don’t worry.
    I’ll get there.

  • “The Craigslist Oracle” (2017) 48 Hour Opera Festival

    For more information on Opera Theatre Unlimited  “48 Hour Opera Festival” http://www.operatheaterunlimited.com/

    Custom Made Theater, San Francisco apr 30, 2017
    Composer – Kyle Hovatter
    Librettist – Barry Eitel – https://barryeitel.com/
    Stage Director – Brendan Hartnett
    Pianist – Paul Dab – http://pauldab.com/
    Fortune Teller – Ana Paula Cunningham, soprano
    Husband – Michael Orlinsky, tenor – http://www.mebaritone.com/
    Wife – Elaine Hsieh, soprano – https://sites.google.com/site/elainehsieh/

  • 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
    Revolution
    It is beauty itself
    that lives
    day by day in them
    idly—
    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
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