This is a piece that I finished this summer that Mike, Cinjin, Franco, and Buck were willing to work up this week during exam time.It has been quite exciting to see them put this together in such a small amount of time.
The piece goes from organized and very stoic, even mundane settings to a groovy/tweaked night club-like pounding that moves to complete raucous noise, only to find its way back again somehow. It is my hope that the listener concentrates on how these roles, relationships, melodies (yes there are melodies), and grooves change.
On a little bit more technical note, the opening rhythm never changes, but it either expands in the space that separates it or contracts until it “runs into” itself. Then the rhythm plays on top of itself until it eventually becomes the home rhythm again. Imagine in Pac Man, two bad guys coming down the same road but on different sides to eat him. That’s the best analogy I have.
The inspiration from this piece comes from Corinthians 13:1 “If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.” Upon hearing that in church one day, I was enlightened and somewhat lightly offended as I thought that a clanging cymbal is very powerful and profound to me. So this piece kind of exists in a pergatory between the elevated and the primal.
But honestly, think what you want about it. Enjoy it or not, but have a reason. I think the worst thing to do to this piece is to over-think it.