Here’s an interlude to go from the frigid winter to the leading edge of spring. The gardens around
our house provide the background for the All-Theremin Balalaika Ensemble’s rendition of “Troika.”

2013. Two solo concerts, then an improvised set with PascAli that showed why the theremin, and in fact,
all instruments need never be constrained to playing any form of traditional melody, tempo, or genre.
Dissolving those boundaries yields moment to moment exploration. Some might say, “That’s just noise!”
Some might say, “Wow!” everyone responds differently to music that challenges the ear’s, mind’s and
heart’s capacity for accepting the unusual. What will your reaction be? There’s new music on the way.
For now, try the unbound sound below…

It’s hard to believe that it was back in 2016 that my ambient concept album, “Lessons From
Vinegar Mother” was released. While I’m working on a new one, please enjoy the full experience
of Lesson 7, complete with narration, music and multimedia. This is the version that I use in
live performance.

In 2012, the brilliant electro-musician, Howard Moscovitz, and I spent many hours improvising over
the course of a few months – he on acoustic piano and electronic keyboard, me on a variety of
theremins. We chose what we felt were the best seventy minutes of our instrumental “conversations”
and produced our ambient CD, Exploration of the Black Exterior. This piece, 88 Evening Devotions,
from a purely musical standpoint, is an exploration of the theremin’s ability to play the notes
between notes, quarter-tones, eighth-tones, etc. These are frequencies that inhabit the expanse
beyond the boundaries of our traditional western 12-tone scale, yet still remain hauntingly melodic.
From a conceptual standpoint, the composition is a very spare meditation on fragility. The “88”
in the title refers to the number of times the “bells” sing. And the broccoli, a tree of life in microcosm,
is just plain delicious.

FLASHBACK TIME…Possibly the strangest of my performance pieces, “TranscendAmbiental
Medication,” had a scant number of performances yet it remains a favorite of mine. Everything from
the stories to the original music is off the wall, yet presented almost as a meditation. This is an excerpt
from a 2012 performance in Kansas City.

All together now…daydream…muse…meditate…imagine…

Even though it was made three years ago, there’s still something to be said for saying something
without words.
 

From 1971 to 2020. Looks like “what’s going on” is about the same.

So many beautiful arias sung about dire circumstances. In O Mio Babbino Caro, Lauretta sings that
if she isn’t allowed to marry the man she loves (as opposed to the one her dad wants her to get
hitched with) that she will throw herself off the Ponte Vecchio. And now we have Wally, beautiful
and wild-spirited, singing that she’ll leave home forever and wander the snowy mountains if her
father refuses to let her marry the man she loves! By the end of the opera, an avalanche has
put an end to her singing.