sounds to get lost in
Jessica Pavone String Ensemble (JP, viola, composition; Joanna Matrey, viola; Erica Dicker, violin; Angela Morris, violin), “Hurtle and Flow,” published 9/4/19
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yesterday morning, I-80 rest stop, Iowa (near Grinnell)
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big rainbig mooncicada in the pine—Kobayashi Issa (1763-1827), translated from Japanese by David G. Lanoue
sounds of New York
Is there any greater joy, as a listener, than being swept away by sounds unlike any you’ve heard before?
Jason Kao Hwang (composer, conductor, violin) and the Spontaneous River Orchestra (Andrew Drury [drums], Ken Filiano [bass], 37 string improvisers), Symphony of Souls, live (studio), New York, 2011
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yesterday, Chicago
sounds of New York
Why not begin the week with something new?
Jason Kao Hwang’s Sing House (JKH, violin, viola, compositions; Kalun Leung, trombone; Christopher Forbes, piano; Ken Filiano, bass; Andrew Drury, drums), live, New York, 9/29/19
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other day, Oak Park, Ill.
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not grown to a butterfly
this late in autumn
a caterpillar—Matsuo Basho (1644-1694), translated from Japanese by Makoto Ueda
sounds of Haiti and Chicago
Nathalie Joachim (vocals, electronics) with Spektral Quartet, “Papa Loco” (trad.), live (studio), New York, published 10/29/19
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yesterday, Oak Park, Ill.
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She cries. Oh no. Oh no no no.
—Eimear McBride, A Girl Is a Half-Formed Thing
sounds of New York
Jason Kao Hwang (1957-), If We Live in Forgetfulness, We Die in a Dream (2011); Momenta Quartet, live, New York, 2012
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yesterday, Chicago (Columbus Park)
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If you have some photos of yourself when you were four or eight or twelve or fifteen, hold them up against the mirror. Are you the four-year-old, the eight-year-old, the fifteen-year-old, the twenty-five-year-old, or the one who is looking into the mirror, or all of them? If you are all of them, then by now you must be thousands of different people.
—Ayya Khema (1923-1997), Being Nobody, Going Nowhere: Meditations on the Buddhist Path (1987)