I don't like listening to my music, not even new pieces. Generally, they sound pretty much like I expected them to sound, so it's what I wanted, and that's it.

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.

By reason of weird translation, many such sets of instructions read like poems anyhow.

The past nine years in San Diego have represented such a period of questioning.

What makes a specific quality or quantity of innovation retain its intense newness over the years?

Sometimes one can be so closely involved with things that the larger context is lost to view.