Frank Corcoran

irish composer

POST NEW YORK POST

We got lift off. High cold up at 11.500 metres Lufthansa height , giving me a composer’s special view of the birth and sounding and death of composed tones. Landing at J.F.K., I then got a high-wire, tightly controlled, very electric first performance by North South Consonance of my newest work for 13 strings , “Quasi Una Storia”. High octane.

Max Lifchitz was my conductor. Yes to Henry Purcell’s chest of viols and Bach’s string-colours and great 20th. c. masters’ stringy compositions for violas and deep celli or bass and sheeny violins , grave, moving, swiftly flowing music, its lines and blocks exploring itself, its plucks and bowings.

Mr. Corcoran, his delighte. In the white cold of the still city.

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