I’m sitting here, in the middle of working on my newest Hommage for Piano, the “Hommage a Mandy Morris”. I started the piece 2 days ago, and I’ll likely finish it tonight, or tomorrow. It’s coming very quickly, but it’s also a struggle at the same time. I’m using a fragment of one of Mandy’s pop songs as the genesis and basis for the piece. I’ve been sitting here for 3 days now listening to a recording of her singing and playing piano – hearing her voice over and over again. Then, I listen back to what I have written, and I hear Mandy again. The music is like Mandy’s song run through some kind of Tony Lanman plug-in. It’s my music – and it’s her music – somehow fused into one. It’s clearly me, but it’s also clearly her. It’s difficult to think in a clear, compositional way, because it’s extremely difficult when my eyes well up every time I listen back to what I’ve done.

I guess it represents something – the only possible union between us. I’m creating that union out of some part of her that she left behind. That’s a power that I think only music has – it’s an incredible thought – I only hope she can hear it when it’s done…