Composers obsess on strange things. For me, it’s the gender role stereotypes and sexuality surrounding any given instrument.

Would we musical outcasts turn to some other form of unpopular music if modern composition went mainstream?

I’m a huge believer in first instincts and happy mistakes, or maybe I’m just lazy.

There are plenty of reasons to leave the house in November, so let’s expend some energy before that end-of-the-month collective spike in tryptophan-levels that will likely leaves us passed-out on the sofa all night.

Is all publicity, good publicity?

You can always find what you are looking for in randomness.

I wish the uncontrollable excitement of a rock concert could be bottled and sprinkled over a decidedly more restrained Carnegie Hall affair.

With the leaves soon to change color and start dropping from the tree branches, it’s primetime for concert-going.

Are longer pieces somehow more profound?

I hate program notes. If I wanted to communicate something so concrete and literal that it could be written about, I wouldn’t be scribbling a bunch of dots, lines, and musical symbols on manuscript paper.