Category Archives: Albumleaves

Persichetti Realizations “Third Relations (3-2)”

Albumleaf 191: Winter 2022 (Bologna)

Moments from Proust VI. “O sole mio”

Albumleaf 190: May 18, 2022 (Bologna) For I felt myself to be alone; things had become alien to me; I no longer had calm enough to break out of my throbbing heart and introduce into them a measure of stability. The town before me had ceased to be Venice . . . I could no […]

“I Am Really Thinking about Ukraine”

Albumleaf 189: February 27, 2022 (Bologna) The chorale melody and bassline are by Vincent Persichetti.

Moments from Proust V. “Mon chéri Marcel”

Albumleaf 188: February 2, 2022 (Bologna) There are people whose faces assume an unaccustomed beauty and majesty the moment they cease to look out of their eyes. I would run my eyes over [Albertine], stretched out below me. From time to time a slight, unaccountable tremor ran through her, as the leaves of a tree […]

“Piece with a New Pencil”

Albumleaf 187: December 27, 2021 (Bologna)

Moments from Proust IV

“The Baron Laughs and Françoise Starts Again” Albumleaf 186: December 3, 2021 (Bologna) M. de Charlus, with a tolerant, genial, insolent smile, replied: “Why, that’s not of the slightest importance, here!” And he gave a little laugh that was all his own–a laugh that came down to him probably from some Bavarian or Lorraine grandmother, […]

“Fast Horns”

Albumleaf 185: October 19, 2021 (Bologna)

FELSINA ALBUM NOW AVAILABLE

An hour-long disc of my piano compositions inspired by Bologna now out from Deux-Elles Records. For purchase here and streaming on all the platforms You can also purchase a signed copy directly from me. See the SCORES page for my contact information. Meantime, enjoy the music video we filmed last January here in Bologna!

“Two Draughts from Lago Lambin”

Albumleaf 184: September 10, 2021 (Bologna)

Moments from Proust. III. “Saint-Loup’s Watch”

Albumleaf 183: August 20, 2021 (Bologna) I heard the tick of Saint-Loup’s watch, which could not be far away. The tick changed place every moment, for I could not see the watch; it seemed to come from behind, from in front of me, from my right, from my left; sometimes to die away as though […]