(Preface)
The initial idea of this piece had many models in my mind and over time it took its final shape. Like a sculptor who pulls out a statue from the heart of a stone.
At first, the idea of writing this piece was completely musical, but over time, other factors such as mental and social pressures had a noticeable impact on me, which made me try to develop ideas in writing such a piece more.
In fact, the piece is recreating an inner voice, a voice that is sometimes clear and sometimes obscured in a clouded space.
(Reading this text can help the performer to perform the piece) as well as possible and the listener to listen better
In the evening of a winter day when the rain has started to fall slowly, the eastern immigrant is sitting in the corner of an old house in Harlem.
The wind makes the curtains dance and an almost empty cherry can be seen on the table.
A rather old radio is lying in a corner of the house and the dominant sound is a shrill and ear-splitting sound, although Langston Hughes' poems are heard from time to time.
In a very bad mood, he takes the instrument and sits in another corner of the room and starts playing.
This piece attempts to recreate the sound of that room.
Recording Notes
live recording
Performer Credits
Written for Asal Beigei, first recording at Tehran Museum of Music on August 2023