Angry Bird Suite

I can't write music but I do have big ideas.  This is a suite for a small ensemble - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Piano, Alto Sax/ Clarinet, Bari Sax or Euphonium, and Violin.  It is a moody bunch of feeling crumbs I have based on being a woman rolled up into a warm ball in my palms.


ANGRY BIRD SUITE for small combo

Morning Amnesia (Lacrimoso et Fugato)- Oh my god those precious moments before you remember who you are and then it sets in through the depths of sadness that you are ultimately and forever you and alone and another day older AND you have to go to work.  This one really moves into profound sadness/melodrama but becomes ploddingly organized counterpoint by the end.  As far as instrumentation, this is probably mostly piano and in the middle some hard bop maybe, with the piano really working it out out loud how it feels with some help from rhythm

Someone teach the creepers some social skills? (Punk Shuffle) - But seriously does staring like a creeper at a girl at the gym ever work or does being a homeless guy saying "you look beautiful tonight" ever work and dude you are with your girlfriend why you tryin to make eye contact with every woman on the street.  Brassy hits, guitar takes the show, please make some room to throw down.

Night Fight (Allegro con Fuoco) - for all those fights the couples in my house have on our porch.  Horrible invectives, tears, you can't really mean that! Starts with a lonely wandering saxophone (violin?) cadenza.  A second, lower and complementary voice joins (slower, says less) with some imitation but clearly they are both talking and not really hearing each other.  In the middle it gets ridiculously appassionato and furious and one voice basically says fuck it and drops out.  The winding-down cadenza is, naturally, bluesy, subdued, and solo.

the Walk of Shame -  When I was imagining this in my mind, I realized I was just hearing Charles Mingus' Adagio ma Non Troppo because it's a genius bit of composition and I've been listening to it a lot.  And I could easily stick in a character (a young woman) who is reflecting on an act that's supposed to be shameful (walking home after a hook-up) but the morning is so bright and she's searching around inside of herself and realizing what she actually feels is triumphant.  Lots of building orchestration, with ruminative soli interludes, toward a liberated jazzy peak (5:25) - Let my children hear Mingus!!

then there's supposed to be a fifth movement but I lost the sheet that I was daydreaming on in Logic so I have to get back to you.  Collins Symphony no. 1 opus 1.