Frank Corcoran

Four weeks now since I fled Humbug City for southern climes. Climbing, the aircraft waggled its tail….
Here all is ” Paletti”, great April dawns still washed by pink as the Spring weather struggles to be born. A green explosion of wild flowers, vast Lazio sheep-herds, peasants’ chat.
Same as last year – the hunt is on for musical form, forms, symmetric and as- , the relationships of the composed parts to the imagined total, the whole hog, finished and baked new work.
Until the summer recordings of the Cello Concerto and “Rhapsodic Bowing” for 8 Celli , the new “Irish Duets” for Cello and Piano and the January 2016 spawned Piano Trio ( with Viola ) , there’ll be the inevitable suspension of flow as expectancy rises. A good buoyancy, the musical pen poised and pared . For what new work ?
Ah. And, yes, the old questions will remain this golden – Hellish summer : why ? For whom ? How ?