Two Pieces for Four Hands

About

I’m rather interested in the music that exists on the borderline of what counts as ‘real’ music, like scales and other drills and exercises, nursery rhymes, bell peals, and the songs that accompany games. These teach us about music, it seems to me, like Wittgenstein’s language games teach us about language.

Chopsticks has become one such piece of semi-music, derided and ubiquitous, so I thought I’d break it open and allow the listener to spend some time looking at it from a few different angles, while exploring what I find to be the emotion that hides inside something so unassuming.