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Frank CorcoranIrish Composer |
Yes, the new Lyric FM CD will contain :
Frank Corcoran CELLO CONCERTO 2015. ( N.S.O. / Gavin Moloney Cond. / Soloist : Martin Johnson )
Frank Corcoran RHAPSODIC BOWING 2011 for 8 Celli .
Frank Corcoran 8 DUETTI IRLANDESI 2015 for Pianoforte ( Fergal Caulfield ) and Cello ( Martin Johnson )
Frank Corcoran RHAPSODIETTA JOYCEANA 2015 for Solo Cello ( Martin Johnson )
Their sound was gorgeous, the 8 Celli recording my ” RHAPSODIC BOWING ” , col legno rhythms sliding towards cello arcos and pizzicatos , these great celebrations of Bach-s theme too, and all mutating at the end into harmonics whose full impression was for excited me an orchestra of flutes. ( producing was great, also the peerless conducting ).
Also in RTE’s Studio One out at Belfield we made the last recordings of 8 DUETTI IRLANDESI for our Lyric CD, a
Spring 2017 release. Martin Johnson , cello, and Fergal Caulfield, piano, were peerless; every nuance and sunlight / shadow texture of these eight new duets …. . To complete the musical sandwich which makes up this Frank Corcoran Solo CD. then, the cello little solo, RHAPSODIA JOYCEANA which I composed last year ( based on the tone-names you find in ” jAmES jOyCE” , by the way ).
This will be a wonderful CD .
So
How about this?
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No, images didn’t come. ( What exactly is a good image for music ? )
Once music offered images on a plate, images of patriotic fervour, sexual longings, hunger for God, that kind of
thing. No, this power isn’t gone away.
Good crop of works composed and written and smeared and imagined .
Watch this corner. Watch out ! Watch.
Late September, cooling off, sneaked into October bits and shards of twilight, the Technicolour Thing , as the sun
( in summer killing ) settled in its nightly slide . Lake temperatures steady for wacky lake-swimmers, steadied up the hunted composer switching off after a hunted day; seek for more and more concise form. DON’T REPEAT what was excellent last year. Take courage . Lean out.
All snakes appear to take the coming winter serious; lizards still bob around my feet as Lollo De Cat plays bemused.
Pressetext (Englisch)
The 70th birthday of Frank Corcoran prompted his friend of many years Hans-Dieter Grünefeld, to compile this book. It contains interviews and articles on Frank Corcoran from several authors, and also the composer’s notes and memories of an action-packed musical past.
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Soloist Martin Johnson, freed from his usual duties as leader of the cello section, appears for a work
written much later in more ways that one. Composed nearly two hundred years after Mendelssohn’s
overture, and by a man more than half a century older, Frank Corcoran’s brand new cello concerto is an
extraordinary test of musicianship and virtuosity for Johnson, and it is a miraculous portrayal. Having
heard Johnson performing Gráinne Mulvey’s cello concerto a couple of months ago, where the cellist is
(perhaps intentionally) engulfed by the orchestra in a cacophonous losing battle, puts the pin-sharp
orchestration of Corcoran’s massive work into perspective; the cello is never once lost beneath the
massive forces behind him. It is emotionally meaningful and formally impressive, a concerto on the
symphonic scale of the Dvorak concerto namechecked by the composer in his lengthy, unpretentious
and entertaining programme note.
On 17 October 2014 21:46, Fbcorcoran
FOURTEEN MONA LISA SMILES ON THIS SOMEWHAT GOOD FRIDAY
1.
O Mona Lisa / Your smile pranced, stalking past me / You’re hiding nothing ?
2. Leonardo’s brush / Brushes her decollete / Out of time; deathless.
3. Lisa married him / her Tuscan solid merchant / No ! Money doesn’t stink .
4. Vinci begat me / It warmed me, her forced, damned smile / Her I paint and me.
5. Paint is expensive / Always clean all those brushes / Why is she smiling ?
6. Lisa married well / These small brush strokes are silent / Yes, she is dying
7. Her smile was fading / Quick ! We have not a second / ” You ! Call me Mona …. ”
8. Suspended, still young / Leonardo paints her now / Time is a short film
9. See that puckered mouth ? / Lisa di Leonardo / – The husband a bore !
10. “I am THAT Mona / ( No child in sight , but money ) / Leonardo weeps.
11.. “Bhuel, ni raibh se og… ” / ” Do bhi bean uasal ” a fhonn / Dunaim mo shuile.
12. Quid de femina ? / Sic depinxit magister / – ” Ars est celare ! ”
13. ” Dio e luce ? ” / Di dove , Leonardo, / le pennellate ?
14. Smear paint on canvas / Mona Lisa is trembling / Watch now ! Her smile lies !
Frank Corcoran
Frank Corcoran è nato nel 1944 a Tipperary, in Irlanda. Ha studiato a Maynooth, Dublino, Roma e Berlino (con Boris Blacher). Insegna ad Amburgo dal 1983, ed è stato Fulbright Professor negli Stati Uniti nel 1989-1990. I suoi lavori sono stati eseguiti e trasmessi regolarmente in Europa, Stati Uniti, Australia e Asia. È stato premiato con numerosi riconoscimenti, tra i quali il Premier Prix del Bourges Festival nel 1999 con Sweeney’s Vision; l’EMS Prize a Stoccolma nel 2002 con Quasi Una Missa; il Cork International Festival nel 2012 con Two Unholy Haikus; e il First Prize dell’International Foundation for Choral Music con Eight Haikus.
Tra le opere più recenti si segnala: Cello Concerto (2015, Dublino); Quasi Una Storia for String Orchestra (2015, New York); Eight Haikus (2013, Manila); Violin Concerto (2012, National Symphony Orchestra of Ireland); Quasi una Sarabanda (2011, Basilea, Zurigo, Berna); Song of Terror and Love (2011, New York).
Frank Corcoran è un membro dell’Accademia delle Arti di Irlanda.
Per la discografia completa si rimanda al sito www.frankcorcoran.com
WGXC Radio broadcasts:
May 5 2016 QUASI UNA MISSA ( Won th Swedish EMS Prize 2002 ) a WDR Commission 1999
October 6 SWEENEY’S VISION ( Won the 1999 Bourges Festival Premier Prix ) a WDR Commission 1997
Be grateful for small mercies.
Compose the island, such as it is ….
Who selected what ?
I am myself an island; I dwell here; going down into my composer’s catacombs , now I pull the entrance lid closed.