Frank Corcoran

irish composer

POST MIDNIGHT OILY MUSINGS NOW BEFORE DAWN SNEAKS UP THE GARDEN

Music is largely metaphor.

My music is a metaphor for what ?

I take my newest CHOIR FOR MY FUNERAL . Of course a great title. Ignore for a moment it and its text ( “Requiem aeternam dona ei , Domine . Amen ” ) and its dative singular and its echo of so much choral music of the past…

Hear it maybe like this : it begins ; it ascends; descent and dies.

Music is a metaphor . Sung music, the human breath, phrases and lines and harmonies and their rhythms. Sure, it also maps expressive states or jumps or emotional black-and-white or the divine spark or whatnot.
What about my new String Quartet ( for 2019 ) ? Or my Clarinet Quintet ( ditto ) ?
Blown and bowed.

Hmmm. Explore all this further. First get some sleep before those rosy fingers
….

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