Notes from the end of an empire: summer
For guitar, piano, live electronics, and video.
An arrow pointed down
An arrow pointed down was conceived in response to a text by the poet Sarah Heady, with whom I’ve collaborated on several pieces:
The Hudson is an arrow pointing down (though it flows both ways). The City is a poured-concrete floor onto which all things land, and sometimes break. You can hold—with your hands raised above your head, with a system of pulleys, with a net, standing on a ladder—your life and all its parts in the air.
But there is the fact of gravity.
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