Category Archives: E. E. Cummings

AUDIO: Songbook: 2 little whos

Cleaning off the desktop on my computer, I came across this demo version of 2 little whos from my Songbook cycle of Cummings settings. Unfortunately, I didn’t enunciate very well. But the melody and the character of the piece comes though clearly. The text reads: 2 little whos (he and she) under are this wonderful tree […]

2015: 100 Poems

Another year, another 100 vocal works. 1) two brass buttons 2) maybe god 3) what is a voyage? 4) first robin the; 5) Songbook: I’m very fond of black bean soup 6) Songbook: kumrads die because they’re told 7) Songbook: open his head, baby 8) Songbook: maggie and milly and molly and may 9) Songbook: O the sun comes up-up-up in the opening 10) i go […]

AUDIO: maggie and milly and molly and may

I don’t often post demo recordings of works because they’re often of poor audio quality and there are frequently things I’d like to change about the piece. The demo recording of maggie and milly and molly and may, however, is pretty spot on. This work is part of a collection of works titled Songbook that feature acoustic […]

100 Poems at the Year’s End

At the beginning of the year I made a resolution: to set to music 100 poems by E. E. Cummings. So I did. I’ve never composed so much in such a short time. I doubled my entire compositional repertoire. It was more than just an exercise in stamina, it was an exercise in creativity, having […]

Always More

Last week, more than halfway through 2014—and less more-than-halfway through my 100 Poems Project (I’m only on No. 61 as of this post)—I was feeling discouraged. If writing 100 vocal works in a year is the goal, does quality go out the window? I was less than enthusiastic about the more recent works. They were sounding […]

100 Poems

Those who know my work will tell you that my fascination with the poetry of E. E. Cummings has been one of the driving forces behind my output. In 2006, I purchased a small collection of Cummings’ work and was immediately taken by both his avant-gardism and his tenderness. One poem in particular struck me […]