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Tombeau by Eli Greenhoe / loadbang

Work: Tombeau Composer: Eli Greenhoe Performed by loadbang Trumpet: Andy Kozar Trombone: William Lang Bass Clarinet: Adrián Sandí Baritone Voice: Ty Bouque Date: December 8, 2024 Venue: St. Paul's Chapel at Columbia University Event: loadbang Presents: Tombeau Audio and Video by Stuart Breczinski My Grandmother’s house sits on a hill in southern Vermont that overlooks a large field, sloping down to a distant tree-line that obscures two distinct but opposite formations: to the right, a small-yet-steep valley, carved by the persistent brook at the bottom; to the left, a large green hill presided over by hawks and buzzards - circling and scanning the field below for something to eat. Sometimes we see animals in the field - mostly crows and deer, occasionally a coyote scrounging around, every so often my uncle with his mower or some other local guy with a tractor clearing brush. Most often it is empty, devoid of motion besides the wind brushing over tall grass or blowing snow around in the winter. What is never still, though, is the light that passes over that land. At all times of the day, in all seasons, the light blankets the field - now conforming, now drifting, bestowing the landscape with a shifting complexity of shadow as the sun slowly shifts from horizon to horizon. My Grandmother left her house less and less often in the decade before she died, and in her last few years she spent most of her time indoors - increasingly immobile, but with her piercing intellect keen as ever. She loved exploring nuances in the things she observed, so it’s no surprise that she cherished that view of the field from her dining room, the big window framed by unkempt orchids and various house plants that tangled together against the glass. A couple of months before she died, we were both looking out that window and she said “I hope one day you write music about that view.” It seemed like idle musing at the time, but has taken on an increasing urgency for me - I remember those words as among the last she spoke to me. Tombeau is my first attempt at writing the my Grandmother requested. It’s a piece about duration - familiar patterns and habits of time that bind together the familiar and the novel. It’s also a piece about longing for something you can see but cannot touch, or perhaps can’t even understand enough to express clearly. Tombeau was written in the late summer of 2018 for loadbang, a group of musicians whose incredible skill and dedication to the performance of contemporary music has long inspired me. (notes by Eli Greenhoe) Heaven-Haven by Gerard Manley-Hopkins (1855-1899) I have desired to go Where springs not fail, To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail And a few lilies blow. And I have asked to be Where no storms come, Where the green swell is in the haven's dumb, And out of the swing of the sea from Valley, part I of Hints of Beauty by Deakin Dixon (1906-1980) The red oblivion of decaying wood The terrible cobalt of a stormy sky The biting scarlet of the kinglet's hood And sharper music I have never heard Than water cutting oer ragged stone, The piteous pleading of the keening bird, the singing silence when the bird has flown.