On this page are my own compositions. I ask that you contact me if you choose to use any of them. Of course, none can be sold or used for profit without my written permission.
A Little Weird Something:
Tribute to a Windshield Wiper
This piece represented my entry into composing. I sat down in the computer lab one day to experiment with "Sibelius", the Music Publishing software, and before I knew it, I'd written a piece! I gave it the original name (A Little Weird Something) because I felt that was an apt description. Shortly thereafter, the windshield wiper on my van snapped off (oops), so in honor of the wiper, I renamed my work -Tribute to a Windshield Wiper.
The driving bassline represents the unyielding pulse of a windshield wiper, intent on its mission of pushing away water. There's really not much in the way of melody for this piece until the end, but if you close your eyes and use (or abuse) your imagination, you can just see the windshield wiper beating quickly throughout this piece. Enjoy!
Bliss... what can I say? After writing "Wiper", there was some sort of compulsive need to write something else. So I did. "Bliss" is the result of my composition compulsion. I don't have a clue where I came up with the name, or why. Those who know me know that I do weird things like this occasionally.
This composition, like "Wiper", has a real drive behind it. There's an intensity and urgency in it. It's like an unnatural mix of a hard rock beat with a symphony orchestra... sort of like me. Even after all these years, this one is still one of my favorites. And here it is, just for your listening pleasure (or lack thereof).
We Must Away
And then fast-forward to the Summer of 2001. I was at SonRise (Lutheran camp), and was reading through J.R.R. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings trilogy in preparation for the first movie, due later that year. I got to the song on page 139 (of my version) and decided that needed to be set to music. As you hear this piece, envision a few young hobbits about to set off, very reluctantly but determined, on a treacherous mission which will most likely cost them their lives. The piece starts off slowly, almost mournfully, as Merry and Pippin begin singing a song about the upcoming quest, based on the dwarf song from "The Hobbit". As the song continues and more voices join in the singing, their confidence level rises and overcomes the fear. By the end of their song, they are whipped into a frenzy and prepared to take on Sauron himself.
Here's the text on which the song is based:
Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away ere break of day
Far over wood and mountains tall.
To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell,
Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
And whither then we cannot tell.
With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.
We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!
Text quoted from J.R.R. Tolkein's The Lord of the Rings Part One: The Fellowship of the Ring
We Will Triumph
I began writing this piece on September 11, 2001, as my response to the horrific crimes perpetrated against the United States of America. But it was never meant to end in the dust heap - it was to include our nation's response to these attacks. Long story short, I had a case of composer's block, and couldn't come up with a good musical depiction of the aftermath. But with the first anniversary of September 11, I was motivated to sit down and finish it. Here's a basic outline of the music:
--- It starts with a typical calm, quiet
day; the east coast is awakening.
--- The quiet is ruptured by the first impact. Before we know what's happening, there are three more crashes (the other tower, the Pentagon, and Flight 93 in PA). The towers collapse.
--- When the dust settles, Americans slowly realize what's happened. Patriotic displays begin to appear, but they are muted with sadness. Gradually, they become stronger and stronger until...
--- Bang! With the attack on Afghanistan, America begins her response. The wrath of this great united nation comes upon the unsuspecting terrorists, catching them off guard. The reprisal is swift and devastating. Though the battle is fierce, in the end we will triumph, and our triumph ends the piece.
This piece is dedicated to those who lost their lives in the attacks, and their loved ones.