Program notes for
May 5, 2001
This composition is an exploration into romantic love and loss
from the early life of the composer, and depicts chapters in a story from discovery
and courtship through disillusionment and acceptance. Conceived in conjunction
with a cycle of poetry, the structure of the music reflects speech patterns, line
groupings, and stanzas in its rhythm and linear texture. The repeating melody
in "The Wait" represents the message of an answering machine.
This
work is Goss' most-arranged piece. Originally conceived as a vocalise for alto
singer, it was completely revised for viola and piano specifically for YPCO director
Linda Ghidossi-DeLuca, who performed and recorded the piece in 1991 with pianist
Richard Corbett. The work has since been arranged for baroque trio with 'cello
and harpsichord, and full orchestra, both versions maintaining viola as the solo
voice. This version is in some ways its ultimate arrangement, representing the
completion of a 16-year journey of a work towards its most perfected form of the
most complex-toned solo instrument of viola being supported by the rich and complementary
texture of full strings.
Program Notes for original recording
1.
My Beating Heart
Boyish shyness wells up inside, a flock of emotions departing
the surface of a hidden lake. But the head that rests on my shoulder is as unafraid
as the hand that rests over my beating heart.
2. A Visitor Comes to Call
A
brave young man visits his lady love with the thorny stem of a rose clenched firmly
between his teeth. Her boyfriend answers the door, a man of infinite patience
and with a sense of humor. Cupid hovers, frustrated.
3. The Wait
Hi,
I'm not in right now, but if you leave your name and number, I'll get right back
to you. Hi, I'm not in right now, but if you leave your name and number, I'll
get right back to you. Hi, I'm not in right now, but if you leave your name
and number, I'll get right back to you.
4. Our Story Comes to an End
Ten
years from now, we'll look back and laugh. But today the telephone sits mute in
the corner, echoing the sentiment of my empty pen. And our story comes to an end.
There
were never two who were more ready, in spite of themselves, to fall in love.
Ah,
but not to each other. Not to each other. |