Orchestral | Chamber
| Vocal | Solo
and Chromatic Dreams for tenor and four instrumentalists (2002)
Gilbert Galindo, music; Ulises Solano, text
Rouge reverie et exaltation
four movements in this piece are set to a collection of poems about
certain experiences associated with a color. In Blanche reverie the
color is white and about certain things that "speak out" in
the desert night. The "speaking out" is heard in the first
part of the movement while the more surreal and tranquil qualities of
a nigth time desert are portrayed in the second half. Grenouille is
about a child's curiosity of a growl sound at a pond. The music reflects
the growl sound by way of the English horn as the character reflects
the child's naivety and curiosity. The third movement, Profond noir
encompasses many moods and feelings associated with the writer's experience
of witnessing a solar eclipse as the music portrays the change of character
and mood. The poem Rouge reverie et exaltation makes many beautiful
connections with the color red. In this movement, a prominent cello
line is heard as the music is more reserved but with a bit of fervid
Winner of the William T. Faricy Award for Creative Music
Desert under a full moon
and cries of sibilant creatures afar
biting the cold
air and stars
for the white"
said the Shaman,
"Buffalo god's teeth and horns
and white skull
printed in stars"
for the white..."
"the white inside your veins,
and the white inside the clouds,
the white among the reds,
and the white among the browns"
the sheets and feathers
the brow of the spider woman
and the hairs of elders
of ash and bone
of moon-like silver
and the Buffalo god
white as snow
iris flamed with black.
A thousand snakes on the ground,
the phantom furs of dogs, their howls, their whines,
and rooster's chants
under confused skies of comets and stars.
muted by awe.
I, the littlest one,
cried at the diamonds and the pearls,
at the intense diffusion of darkness over light
surrounding the iris
of the greatest eye.
inquisitive pitch black of that eye
so far above,
absorbed and devoured
the whole of me,
feeding me its terrifying splendour.
eye of God shone,
beaded in pearls and jewels and fires afar,
like dragons and nightmares and omens and spells,
and fears of sunless days
and starless nights.
pitch black eye began to fade.
Snakes anew twitched and curled
animals prayed their beastly prayers,
stars and comets in sidereal chants
answered the royal sky in spacious blue.
you, the beguiling dark eye,
lost your shine
when the sun went up.
Its pearls and jewels
dispersed in the sky.
No howls and whines,
the eclipse undone.
"Who are you"?
deep, green, nasty growls.
Green, like the snapping turtle!
"It cannot be the snapping turtle,
for I never ever heard them growl, yet."
looked, and looked
and all was green
the grass, the weeds, the trees,
even the growls too...
The docks are wet
with a growl smell...
I am only ten,
and my little white shorts are stained
with this green, grass, growl, smell.
Wait a minute:
"A Growl is a sound!
Who cares? Oh well..."
I asked again:
Who the heck are you?
And the deep, green, grass, water, wet,
steamy, cloudy, slippery, sweaty
A growly-green-lake frog
reverie et exaltation
of Whitman soldiers, confederate rifles,
Our blood in most flags,
The Sun, a volcano inside me.
Indian faces and horses and canyon ridges,
Chinese sunsets and dragons,
and students on the square
African desert dawns,
Napoleon, Italy, Germany and France,
Churchill and Roosevelt.
The trumpets, eyes and capes
of bullfight afternoons and wine.
Crucifixes, El Greco, Goya, Dalí and Spain.
heat of your lips made it clear
that love was not transferable,
but an eternal commodity,
unyielding to early
Sun, the eternal furnace,
has spoken about the warmest love of God;
Speaking, while kissing and changing
the blue and wet horizons into fire
and leaving glittery stars
bathing on the shore.
who inspired all passions
all hates, and all loves.
Spinning the Earth Eastward
and made mankind follow a path
of carnations and roses.
All peoples unified
by the same color of blood.
Brevard, North Carolina,
of first movement:
29, 2002, Free Pie V, MAB 109,
Northwestern University, Evanston, Illinois
Kalissa Hendrickson, piccolo
Claire Salz, English horn
Tramaine Wilkes, violin
Nicholas Phontinos, cello
Gilbert Galindo, conductor
10, 2003, New Music Northwestern,
Pick-Staiger Concert Hall, Northwestern University, Evanston, Illinois
David Farris, piccolo, alto flute
Andrew Nogal, English horn
Joel Gibbs, violin
Susan Yun, cello
Don Owens, conductor
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