. . . the roots that clutch,


oboe duet (2017)


Program Notes

This piece was written in April, a month I always remember as warm and full of life, but which is in fact dominated by endless rain and unrelenting wind. I am annually surprised by this, and find myself unable to stop thinking of the opening stanzas of T. S. Eliot’s famous poem, The Waste Land. Those words and the harsh April winds of Northeastern Ohio inspired this duet.


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