Little Monument
A very realistic piece, inasmuch as it often, but not always, fails.
A very realistic piece, inasmuch as it often, but not always, fails.
The harmonies for this piece wrote themselves one day in response to some instructions I gave my computer. The results were very realistic, inasmuch as they often, but not always, sucked. They were never truly random, but were just consistent enough to foster the hope that they might eventually do something nice.
This piece is something quite different from that original progression. I have cut and prodded the material into something that approximates familiar musical form, and I have imagined a manner of performance for the oboe and cello that is so emphatically atypical that we might have a chance of suspending our dissatisfaction with the perfunctory harmony.
Irony, bad taste, fear, and inexpertness are all topics here, but they are red herrings. At the heart of this piece is a simple hope for acceptance.