So: We're All Tired. Now What? Manuscripts

When I Left Europe In 1987 I Did So With The Thought That My Relevance As A Composition Teacher Would Benefit From A Certain Cool Distance To Certain Tendencies I Had Been Observing For Several Years With Increasing Disquiet.

There Would Seem To Be A Limit, Even For An Art Preoccupied With Boundaries And Transgressions, Beyond Which A Work Reaches Its Breaking Point And Becomes An Actual Failure, A Mere Experimentation.

The Past Nine Years In San Diego Have Represented Such A Period Of Questioning.

So: We're All Tired. Now What? Manuscripts Written In Club Med?

In My Own Recent String Trio I Attempt To Superimpose Two Quite Different Sets Of Formal Strategies, Both Of Which, Ultimately, Refer Back To Historical Precedent.