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Beyond having his work performed by choruses whitacr major international cities, he has designed choral projects that cannot be fully realized unless singers from around the world submit recordings of their own vocal performance.
Yet for all the sophisticated technology behind those large projects, Whitacre keeps his focus on the choral fundamentals, allowing the text to shape the composition and keeping the actual tools of manuscript creation surprisingly spare: I like to get to the end of a writing day and have sore cloudbursf and little bits of eraser all over my clothes, like a woodworker leaving his studio. The Providence Singers participated in a multi-chorus commission of Little Man etic a Hurrya setting of the e.
In Cloudburstcomposed when he was 21 years old, Whitacre used the poetry of Octavio Paz as a point of departure to conjure a rain storm over parched earth.
Eric Whitacre: Cloudburst
The chorus snaps its fingers to mimic the sound rain slapping the ground, the snaps following a line of storm-driven dynamics. There is slapping of thighs, raised fists, handclaps, thunder, cymbals, handbells.
The commission, Whitacre has written, arrived at exactly the right time:. The finger snapping thing In Whitacre became the youngest recipient of the Raymond C. Brock commission from the American Choral Directors Association, a significant achievement for a composer who discovered classical music relatively late in life. Soles azules, verdes remolinos, picos de luz que abren astros como granadas. Dime, tierra quemada, no hay aqua? Blue suns, green whirlwinds, birdbeaks of light pecking open pomegranate stars.
But tell me, burnt earth, is there no water? Only blood, only dust, Only naked footsteps on the thorns? We must sleep with open eyes, we must dream with our hands, we must dream the dreams of a river seeking its course, of the sun dreaming its worlds, we must dream aloud, we must sing till the song puts forth roots, trunk, branches, birds, stars, we must find clludburst lost word, and remember what the blood, the tides, the earth, and the body say, and return to the point of departure….
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The rain awakens… We must sleep with open eyes, we must dream with our hands, we must dream the dreams of a river seeking its course, of the sun dreaming its worlds, we must dream aloud, we must sing till the song puts forth roots, trunk, branches, birds, stars, we must find the lost word, and remember what the blood, the tides, the earth, and the body say, and return to the point of departure….
The commission, Whitacre has written, arrived at exactly the right time: