A lot of my work from the 1990s referenced my relationship with my father, who died of a brain tumor when I was two years old. His youthful death could easily lead many to assume I had no relationship with him, but even no relationship is a kind of relationship, with repercussions and ramifications. Certainly the tangled emotions that occupied my home at a time when I could scarcely be expected … [Read more...]
Archives for August 2015
Another Happy New Year
We had the first gathering of our Composition Department here at UNC School of the Arts yesterday. Twenty-two of us in the room, ready to get started, full of aspirations and enthusiasm. We went around the room introducing ourselves, and saying a word or two about what we had been working on over the summer. As I heard the wide range of answers (MAX-MSP, cello concerto, songs with banjo), I … [Read more...]