Lurk
A disorienting flurry of rhythm and no time to think. Lurk pushes the listener into the sense that whatever’s coming cannot stop. Each section appears just as the last is given any meaning. Time and time again, your foot will keep tapping while your sense of meter is thrown off, all the while every motif you heard sits quietly in the background while our soloist navigates the perilous harmonic landscape. This chart is not for the faint of heart. With doubles in the woodwinds, a trombone-heavy melody, and a brief unaccompanied brass soli, this piece makes for various texture shifts, climaxing with a deranged shouting into the void. Then, as if spiraling back into reality, the lurking melodies return to deliver the head out. This piece will make even the hardiest band director sweat, leaving students and professionals with a challenge worthy of their effort. Note: The score was engraved for tabloid-sized paper. It will print to 8.5×11”, but a new version is underway.
A disorienting flurry of rhythm and no time to think. Lurk pushes the listener into the sense that whatever’s coming cannot stop. Each section appears just as the last is given any meaning. Time and time again, your foot will keep tapping while your sense of meter is thrown off, all the while every motif you heard sits quietly in the background while our soloist navigates the perilous harmonic landscape. This chart is not for the faint of heart. With doubles in the woodwinds, a trombone-heavy melody, and a brief unaccompanied brass soli, this piece makes for various texture shifts, climaxing with a deranged shouting into the void. Then, as if spiraling back into reality, the lurking melodies return to deliver the head out. This piece will make even the hardiest band director sweat, leaving students and professionals with a challenge worthy of their effort. Note: The score was engraved for tabloid-sized paper. It will print to 8.5×11”, but a new version is underway.
A disorienting flurry of rhythm and no time to think. Lurk pushes the listener into the sense that whatever’s coming cannot stop. Each section appears just as the last is given any meaning. Time and time again, your foot will keep tapping while your sense of meter is thrown off, all the while every motif you heard sits quietly in the background while our soloist navigates the perilous harmonic landscape. This chart is not for the faint of heart. With doubles in the woodwinds, a trombone-heavy melody, and a brief unaccompanied brass soli, this piece makes for various texture shifts, climaxing with a deranged shouting into the void. Then, as if spiraling back into reality, the lurking melodies return to deliver the head out. This piece will make even the hardiest band director sweat, leaving students and professionals with a challenge worthy of their effort. Note: The score was engraved for tabloid-sized paper. It will print to 8.5×11”, but a new version is underway.