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American composer Tom Myron was born November 15, 1959 in Troy, NY. His compositions have been commissioned and performed by the Kennedy Center, the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, the Portland Symphony Orchestra, the Eclipse Chamber Orchestra, the Atlantic Classical Orchestra, the Eastern Connecticut Symphony Orchestra, the Topeka Symphony, the Yale Symphony Orchestra, the Civic Orchestra of Chicago, the Bangor Symphony and the Lamont Symphony at Denver University.

He works regularly as an arranger for the New York Pops at Carnegie Hall, writing for singers Rosanne Cash, Kelli O'Hara, Maxi Priest & Phil Stacey, the Young People's Chorus of New York City, the band Le Vent du Nord & others. His film scores include Wilderness & Spirit; A Mountain Called Katahdin and the upcoming Henry David Thoreau; Surveyor of the Soul, both from Films by Huey.

Individual soloists and chamber ensembles that regularly perform Myron's work include violinists Peter Sheppard-Skaerved, Elisabeth Adkins & Kara Eubanks, violist Tsuna Sakamoto, cellist David Darling, the Portland String Quartet, the DaPonte String Quartet and the Potomac String Quartet.

Tom Myron's Violin Concerto No. 2 has been featured twice on Performance Today. Tom Myron lives in Northampton, MA. His works are published by MMB Music Inc.

FREE DOWNLOADS of music by TOM MYRON

Symphony No. 2

Violin Concerto No. 2

Viola Concerto

The Soldier's Return (String Quartet No. 2)

Katahdin (Greatest Mountain)

Contact featuring David Darling

Mille Cherubini in Coro featuring Lee Velta

This Day featuring Andy Voelker


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Friday, June 10, 2005
Fireman Shostakovich



Fireman Shostakovich

Amid bombs bursting in Leningrad he heard the chords of victory
Time Magazine cover caption for July 20, 1942

In my dreams Leningrad
Is always burning.
From the conservatory roof I watch
Storms of pigeons burst
Over rivers of smoke,
Black as crude oil, flowing
Around buildings as if
The night sky had fallen
Like rain and flooded the streets.

(And I'm told I have a "Hamlet Complex!")

Denied a rifle (poor eyesight)
I'm given instead
A shiny brass helmet and a leaky
Canvas hose. In lieu of
The marksman I play
The role of a weeping trombone.
Unfortunately, the leather
Straps of my helmet, meant
To protect my ears,
Make the Chords of Victory
Difficult to hear
(A difficulty that persists to this day.)

("A Hamlet Complex?" you say
Well, 'The apparel oft proclaims the man.')

A sole incident (no accident)
A lone Finnish bomber
Kills the last elephant
In the Leningrad Zoo.
Russia "the homeland of elephants!"
With no fuel for our fire trucks
Our comrade could have
Taken to the streets,
Crushing rubble and spraying
The Neva in Barbarossa's face

Anyway, I'm more forestry worker than fireman,
Watering in spring what we'll burn ourselves in winter.
We will outwait, out-starve, out-burn them.
'They have a plentiful lack of wit.'
It will be their undoing.

If I had wanted to leave
My mother and my sister would be with me.
Now my elephantine Bolero has been evacuated too
And I get regular reports of its location,
"So many degrees of longitude and platitude."

'The rest is silence.'

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The apparel oft proclaims the man.
Hamlet, 1. 3

They have a plentiful lack of wit.
Hamlet, 2. 2

The rest is silence.
Hamlet, 5. 2