Frank Corcoran

More durable than the bronze sheen of Giambologna in his Bargello, than Bandinelli´s marbles or bad sand-stone occasionally offered to Michaelangelo. More enduring than hammered stone, though ” only ” sound-waves imagined and formed and wrought into a new musical work . Ecstasy , really exciting; it excites others then too . That´s what I was after, down to Florence and back up on a tail-spin over the snow-capped winter Alps, the small propeller-plane itself a memory of my early Aer Lingus flights of my sixties. Mystery, memory, ecstastic, my three good December words. 2013 will highlight them. In new work, chiselled and hammered and bashed and sounding. In the Bargello of my composer´s mind.
Then it´s let the tormented gongs loose.