Almost twenty years after producing Memory Theatre One, I’m still involved in its central problem: how do you comprehend your life, your experience. I understand art to be that gesture of comprehension: inventive, documentive, inciting, reflective, and (if done correctly), both desperate and beautiful.
A resume is a putrid way of collecting your life experiences, but composing one recently it did provoke the challenge of trying to make a portrait of a person…however gollum-like that portait is. How to communicate a harmony that reads through a list like eclecticism. And that the point isn’t really the range itself, but the intensity of the harmonic structures. Why should someone want to work with you, except to have you pull something beautiful into existence? …yeah, I know.