MAYA DUNIETZ – FIVE CHILLING MAMMOTHS
The sounds produced by the pianos are free of standard tonal ranges. The notes seem to cry out without hierarchy or fixed focus. With no comforting familiar framework to provide a foothold, the music throbs through large, weary wooden bodies. The pianos growl, roar, purr, squeak, and whistle. Their song resonates the relationships between them. They shift in and out in a futile effort to reach some impossible middle ground. The song has no major or minor but rather embodies their infinite search for a point of equilibrium. In this universe of beats, Five Chilling Mammoth sreminds us that sound is the movement of matter, be it string, wood, flesh, or air.
PHIL MINTON – WOKE UP AT EIGHT
“I had never tried recording myself before, but since the dreaded youknowwhat I’ve been stuck at home, like most people. There’s been some music zoomups with colleagues in various parts of the world which I’ve really loved, practicing the trumpet, some far out voice improvising with my grandchildren to keep my chops bouncing, walking our dog Molly, an occasional puff now and again and a glass of vino or two, but no travel and singing in front of people like there has been for the last sixty or so years.