While in process of composing my 9th symphony, THE HOOP OF LIFE, an invocation, a tuning to unite positive synergistic consciousness, I daily documented the world as it spun, wrestling with all the forces of nature, always pushing towards a higher evolution.
While in process of composing my 9th symphony, THE HOOP OF LIFE, an invocation, a tuning to unite positive synergistic consciousness, I daily document...
The Piano Quintet #1, written in Nuzerov, 6/28/02-8/6/02, was the first composition I wrote after my father's death. It is homage to the era in which he flourished as a musician, the romantically charged 1930's and 40's, with their Latin influences, and jazz and big bands. He continually performed at the piano until two weeks before his death at eighty-three. His love of music, which he so generously shared with me, was reflected in the eclecticism resulting from thousands of different "tunes" he knew from all nationalities. He loved life, adored women and was steadfastly loyal and dedicated...
The Piano Quintet #1, written in Nuzerov, 6/28/02-8/6/02, was the first composition I wrote after my father's death. It is homage to the era in which ...
The Kraft Sonata, for violin & piano, written in Wappingers Falls, New York, 5/19/06-9/10/06, was composed to honor my uncle's humanism. As a teenager, Jerry Kraft listened to his parent's conversations about how certain relatives had begged them for financial assistance to get them out of Europe because of the posing threat of the Nazis. As threatening as this burgeoning Third Reich was, with its buildup of propaganda demonstrating its military might as well as human superiority, with Lena Weissmuller's Hollywood level propaganda, nobody was prepared for the savage satanic fury it was about...
The Kraft Sonata, for violin & piano, written in Wappingers Falls, New York, 5/19/06-9/10/06, was composed to honor my uncle's humanism. As a teenager...
I cannot not create And unless what I create resonates with the beauty of humanity, the beauty of this planet, I have failed my personal and artistic responsibilities. I compose because music is my instrument of consciousness. Without consciousness, we are doomed as a race, a species, a living organism. I am witness to a disappearing rain forest. I am witness to a sedation of consciousness through the anti-culture of television. I am a witness to separation and fear. The only antidote I have is Truth and Beauty as I see it, and let it come through me. My hope, my prayer is that I am part of...
I cannot not create And unless what I create resonates with the beauty of humanity, the beauty of this planet, I have failed my personal and artistic...
In contemplation we are all capable of anything ... If we freeze these moments we find ourselves enacting upon every possibility while in the process of deciding whether to fulfill or simply muse. Thus, in this frozen state everything is real. When one considers that we can dwell in these thoughts for as long as we wish, and the enactment of life is a continuum of micro seconds, reality becomes more the illusion. The fantasy before and the memory after is larger and carries more weight because of the additional time involved.
In contemplation we are all capable of anything ... If we freeze these moments we find ourselves enacting upon every possibility while in the process ...
