If I had bonsai plants, I’d be clipping them right now.
Instead, I’m sitting at the piano. Reengaging with the only instrument I ever studied, I’m going through all manner of repertoire to prepare to write a piano concerto – and, let’s face it, to help me cope.
A peaceful endeavor with long-term payoff, such as gardening or basket-weaving – or, in my case, relearning Bach and Messiaen preludes – is a good balm for today’s challenges. Covid has upended lives in many ways, with performing artists facing an especially unforgiving environment, and we all could use some mindfulness.
Playing piano is good for that: what started as research has become therapy. I’m wondering why it’s taken me this long to take a serious look at piano music – it helps my composing in all sorts of ways.
Writing a concerto for the absolute mindfreak Daniil Trifonov, I’m reminded of the vow I made when writing for the superb mezzo-soprano Sasha Cooke: let the soloist shine. That means transparent orchestration to allow all the wonderful subtleties to be heard.
Daniil has an unmatched tone and lyricism. Grammy-winning releases such as Transcendental showcase the marvelous colors he coaxes from the instrument. Technical pyrotechnics are in copious supply as well, but Daniil always complements virtuosity with a deeply poignant sense of phrase. If you close your eyes, you wouldn’t think you were hearing such a young man.
I want to hear all those subtleties, and honestly new piano concerti offer precious little in the way of transparency. There’s no shortage of pieces with everyone playing all the time, the pianist hammering octaves over blizzards of orchestral figuration. I’ll have that too, but maybe not until the last movement.
Pieces such as Grieg’s Hommage à Chopin, Messiaen’s Preludes, or Adès’s Traced Overheard create ear-tingling textures that are as rich as a symphony. Then there’s Bach, with his multi-voice chorales and fugues containing multitudes. Just voicing the various lines properly requires Jedi mind-tricks. Grieg is especially good at whipping up tapestries of seemingly impossible figuration that actually sit quiet easily under the fingers.
I’m developing my own 4-voice chorale that starts simply but becomes more and more ornamented, requiring a quiet virtuosity to manage all the florid grace notes between voices. In order to stay focused on the subtleties of the soloist, I haven’t even allowed myself to add any orchestral accompaniment thus far – that’ll come later (and lightly).
I’ve also been listening to quite a bit of contemporary work, from Keith Jarrett’s Munich (wow that finale) to Timo Andres’s album I/Still/Play. He’s the leading American composer-pianist and explores the work of many composers on the release. Equally impressive piano music can be found in the jazz-classical realm, such as Patrick Zimmerli’s Modern Music or Francesco Tristano’s Ground Bass (he’s done much since that, but it’s a remarkably catchy piece of pointillism).
Getting back to the piano has been good for me as a musician and a human, though I’m still losing my mind at the dearth of live music. We’ll get there – hopefully soon – but in the meantime, I’ll be tending to my piano.










On the way back to California, I dropped into Sioux City to perform Passage with Sasha Cooke, who brought the role of Laurene Jobs to life in my opera The (R)evolution of Steve Jobs. I wrote Passage for the Kennedy Center’s celebration of JFK’s centennial, and the works pairs a poem celebrating American exploration (Whitman’s Passage to India) with recorded fragments of JFK’s moonshot speech. Sasha leaves a wake of enthralled audiences wherever she goes, and this performance was no exception. We also performed Alternative Energy under Ryan Haskins, the energetic and visionary young conductor of the SC Symphony. I always enjoy seeing a regional orchestra performing inventive programming for a supportive audience, and Ryan’s work is a fine example.


That resonance can be felt now in Seattle, a tech powerhouse filled with plenty of creative technologists who can relate to this story. Many people seem both surprised and intrigued by the notion of Steve Jobs as the subject of an opera, but it has always struck me as such a pregnant possibility. After all, opera trades in stories of artists – from La Bohème to Tales of Hoffman to Death in Venice – and Jobs very much fashioned himself as an artist, albeit a new breed. Whether you live in the Bay Area as I do, or Seattle or Boston or countless other cities, you’ve encountered this new class of creative techies. Like Jobs, these are people who are changing our civilization yet face some serious human challenges. Jobs’ role as both protagonist and antagonist in his own life is the stuff of opera, and it’s been fascinating to see this work resonate in very different places.
It was wonderful to hang at the Grammys with Ed Parks, the stunning baritone who first brought the role of Jobs to life. He has a hugely powerful voice that retains a clarity even at the top of the range. It’ll be fascinating to see Ed reprise the role in San Francisco next year. Right now in Seattle, we’ve got a fascinating new take on the role by John Moore, whose laser-sharp dramatic focus and flashes of darkness were evident on the first day of rehearsals. Seeing these two phenomenal singers invest everything in inhabiting this role, I’m reminded that many of us see a bit Steve Jobs in us. There’s a straight line between brilliant creativity and authoritarian control, between charismatic persuasion and manipulation.

But having the war brought so close to home makes one think about the costs, the goals, and the impacts on the people on the front lines. And, truth be told, the experience of spending two days with Maj. Matthew Hilton and the US Marines informed the piece beyond the sounds of that I captured. Wearing a flak jacket and talking to the soldiers, you start to see through their eyes.
This heart and soul of the work examines the perspectives of an American soldier and an Iraqi translator through the folk music of their cultures. Over an ambient re-imagination of American blues, a fiddle sings a melancholic tune; thousands of miles away, a bent melody floats over a drone, informed by the modes of the Arabic maqam. These worlds seem so distant, yet over the course of the movement, the two merge, connected by the soulful “blue notes” that inform both folk traditions – a musical tribute to the hope that diverse cultures can be “stronger together.” This movement is inspired by the story of Dylan Park, who wrote a touching reflection on his friendship with an Iraqi who worked at his Air Force base (read it
One final “DC element” to the piece is the sound of the printing presses of the US Treasury, which can be heard in the opening movement “Money As a Weapons System.” That is the title of an actual US military handbook describing the use of money to achieve military goals, and I couldn’t resist composing a musical analogue to the alarming idea of weaponized money. Special access granted by the US Treasury’s Bureau of Engraving & Printing took me before giant, strange machines clattering endless sheets of money into being. Lurching rhythms created from these sounds integrate with quicksilver, caffeinated musical textures that glitter like coins from a slot machine – only to spin wildly out of control over the course of the movement. I have never spent so much time on any single movement; the concept demanded I create endlessly undulating surfaces.

With its combination of live instruments and thumping DJ sets,