Last Sunday was the five-year anniversary of my mother’s death. I think of her every day but especially at this time of year. I wish I could call her, tell her all the things that are happening to me, talk about the weather, talk about anything.
And I wish I could do some of the things that I promised her I’d do, like write a piece for her. She never really understood the contemporary classical music field but nonetheless she always wanted me to write her a piece and call it Song For My Mother. She bugged me about this for years but it was an impossible task.
First of all we had wildly different taste in music. Every time she came to a concert on which I had a piece she would say “why can’t you write something nice and tonal?” I would get furious and start sputtering like Napoleon Dynamite. It is tonal music mother!! My music is tonal! God! Then I would pull a tater tot out of my pocket and chew it petulantly. (more…)