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Articles by Randy Nordschow

Riddle Me This
July 10, 2008 / By

Most people prefer their whodunits to confound them a bit, and I want new music to do the same.

A Ripe Idea
June 26, 2008 / By

My approach to composing music is, more than likely, grossly misguided.

Am I Missing Something?
June 19, 2008 / By

Missing a few minutes of music isn’t exactly like walking into a movie theater late—in fact, I can think of a lot of compositions that I can skip large swaths of and still feel satisfied.

June in Buffalo
June 1, 2008 / By
June in Buffalo

June in Buffalo is one of the most important music festivals in the country dedicated entirely to contemporary music. Find out how the festival fosters young, free-thinking composers, not disciples.

NewMusicBoxOffice: The Other Merry Month
April 23, 2008 / By

Along with the nice weather, the month of May brings those final exams one step closer, makes graduation seem like it might actually happen, and, of course, provides tons of concerts to distract all you students and non-matriculating music-lovers from your daily grind.

Play It Again, Jenny Lin
April 22, 2008 / By
Play It Again, Jenny Lin

Whether it’s the grandiose sweep of a Chopin etude or a defiant new piece by a little-known young composer, Jenny Lin dedicates every ounce of her musical prowess to deliver knock-’em-dead performances.

On Having Never Written A Unison
April 17, 2008 / By

Whenever you do something new as an artist, it opens a can of worms stuffed
with a lot of other new things.

Historical Disengage, or Dissing Cage?
April 10, 2008 / By

Is calling yourself a sound artist analogous to belittling all of the work that John Cage did to emancipate all sounds and redefine music as “sound heard”?

Dare to be Stupid
April 3, 2008 / By

Music that doesn’t need to be figured out in any way, shape, or form in order to be enjoyed is fantastically stupid—in a good way.

NewMusicBoxOffice: When It Rains, It Pours
March 24, 2008 / By

Spring has sprung, and warmer weather is on its way…eventually. As mercury levels rise, so does the urge to leave the toasty comfort of home—destination: concert hall.