Rising in New York City, and my lost youth or something
OK, so my compositional career basically began in Sulzberger Parlor, the venerable Barnard College meeting room that is also one of the main musical performance spaces on campus because of the presence of a reasonably nice piano, in about 1997. The last time I had a concert there was in December 2001, in an epic airing of three of my Notes from the Subway.
Tomorrow, Nissim Schaul’s music returns to Sulzberger Parlor, as part of a Worldmuse concert, being sung by people who mostly were in middle school in 2001. (Or were they in elementary school? Oh my god?!). I’m trying not to be too reflective about it, and somewhat fortunate that I can’t be there, since I won’t be hit over the head with my lost youth or something.
However, you should go, because the program is incredible. There’ll be the world premiere of possibly the entirety of Rising, or at least the New York premiere of the first section. There’ll also be premieres of pieces by Joseph Rubinstein and Ursula Kwong-Brown, Indonesian, Indian, and Philippine dancing, and “an improvised soundscape by composers Jeff Yang and Sarah Wald.” I don’t know what the last part means exactly, but that makes me even more upset that I’m going to miss it.
Yesterday, my English student asked me a question. I’m very excited when he asks questions, because it’s not quite his strong suit… But he pulled out a doozy. I quote: