Today I am proud to be releasing a quintet of piano pieces, related only by their proximity of composition, and which constitute some of the slowest, most private music I have composed. At present I happen to be painfully ambivalent about the idea of promoting work, both as social media platforms are governed by what seem wholly unwholesome forces, and, especially, as in the present environment where each of us is witnessing if not experiencing, both near and far, suffering of the most horrid kind and which one cannot help but to regard with some pessimism, the future of humankind seems rather bleak. What motivates me to write this is a strong, strong positive feeling about the music; what it communicates, in sound, comes from a place of clarity. I find it meaningful to have developed a language that I feel accurately communicates something about my existence. We are all imperfect. The music is hardly marketable—in any community—and the circumstances required to take it in highly improbable in today’s world, where “creatives” even are often despairingly full of discursive constructs and the cynicism this brings. Who is the music for? The devoted artist, the young mind, the layperson with nothing to lose. The themes of death, rebirth, infinity, truth, and identity that the music addresses are not born of any intellectual plan or desire to obtain a grant or commission, but rather of a sustained creative discipline that begins early in the morning, upon waking, before coffee, before brushing my teeth even, and where I can allow what needs to emerge to do so before I have had a chance to conceptualize it. In fact I have been working in this way for many years. Thus I assign these themes to the music as my own post-impressions of what it seems to communicate to me, to the extent that I have allowed myself to be in touch with such feelings and experiences in my own psychic life. Songs of death, rebirth, infinity, truth, and identity, meditations on loss, life, time, love, and integration; soft, slow, sparse, lyrical atonal music, not intended for the short attention span of social media culture—you will need 20-25 minutes of calm, quiet time, private space, and noise-cancelling headphones to listen to each track. Please visit my Bandcamp page for links to the music.
0 Comments
I saw Nostalghia in the theater a few months back amid a fierce headache and indigestion, neither of which were able to hinder its permanent, shattering impression on me. I can still feel it. To you, my brother.
Rome, July 19, 2024 — Two compositions made the last night of my trip—each an aria of sorts, born of the same glacially slow-moving ether. I cannot quite put my finger on the feeling the harmonies evoke in me. A part of me wants to say: heaven. Or: divinity. The second piece begins to embrace the idea of parting.
|
AuthorRamin Amir Arjomand is a pianist, improviser, composer, conductor and teacher based in Brooklyn. Archives
August 2024
Categories |