darkness in the ancient valley

Attended the first night of the world (and Nashville) premiere of American composer Richard Danielpour’s piece, eponymous with the title. Described as “visceral, romantic and distinctly American.”

(One day, this blog will be about science again.)

Reminds me of another less arcane piece, actually —

Somethin’ filled up
my heart with nothin’,
someone told me not to cry.

But now that I’m older,
my heart’s colder,
and I can see that it’s a lie.

Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little gods causin rain storms turnin’ every good thing to rust.

I guess we’ll just have to adjust.


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