Program Notes
by David Harris
I once asked the question on FaceBook, “what sound does yellow make” and got the reply “I’m not sure, but blue is definitely a sound.” Science tells us that our wires can get crossed, that we can hear sight and taste touch, but the thought of such things challenges our logical precepts. Perhaps, though, within the artistic part of our brains the associations are more easily understood.
Synethseia: “A condition in which one type of stimulation evokes the sensation of another, as when the hearing of a sound produces the visualization of a color” (answers.com). The idea to use dream-inspired images for “Ring of Bone” developed from the sense that dreams have a way of fluidly transmuting sensory experience. The composition is as much about eliciting cross-sensory reaction as it is about reflecting creative ideas. Hence, the co-creative aspects of a sound artist and choral improvisation are the piece’s primary vehicle. Even in the third scene’s strict canon, singers are given as little prescribed information as possible. The musicians have been asked to respond to the visual, to let it elicit sound and to experiment with how color, line and shape impact auditory response. The background stories offer an understanding of the artistic instigation points, but the experience lies in letting your mind fall into the artwork, buoyed by aural reflections (and try not to “think” too much).
“Ring of Bone” is in three scenes, based on the following:
Jeremy's dream:
I am trusted with a beluga whale which I am guarding in a shallow pool. The sun is reflecting off the waves on the surface of the pool and the whale is swimming playfully around. There is some anxiety about being attacked by some smaller predator, but this is more an annoyance than a menace.
David's Dream:
When I was younger, I had a recurring nightmare where I would walk down a hallway (I viewed from the side) lined with really green grass and sometimes perfectly situated flowers and a low bass drone filled my mind. At some point, I was face to face (perspective shift) with a friend of family member who was sitting in a big chair and we'd chat. Randomly and quickly, the chair would mangle them horribly and the drone would turn into an amazingly loud crash and I would wake up.
Poem:
[I SAW MYSELF]
I saw myself
a ring of bone
in the clear stream
of it all
and vowed,
always to be open to it
that all of it might flow through
and then heard
"ring of bone" where
ring is what a
bell does
Lew Welch
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