The City Wears Nothing
This piece was inspired by the distant, echoing city sounds of Boston in the evening stillness, as I experienced them through my fifth floor apartment window, facing a brick highlight. Through chordal oscillations, between struggle and meditation, constant and often indiscernible timbral shifts, beatings, consonance and dissonance in waves of unpredictability and persistence, the city insists on its loneliness. It is painted soft and loud; it is here and nowhere. It sounds red, white, black, grey and naked. It is exposed to everything and nothing.