In 1987, still pretty fresh from grad school, I landed a great job at a wonderful institution – the University of North Carolina School of the Arts. It’s one of many events in my life that I look back on in wonder at my good fortune. In so many ways, it’s worked out to be the perfect situation for me. Great students to challenge and inspire me. Outstanding colleagues who are always enthusiastic about playing my music.
I’ve had just about every role here possible: teacher, ensemble director, administrator, resident composer – I was even Interim Dean one year.
So I have to admit to being a bit taken aback by what happened the other day. I was walking down the hallway to my Counterpoint class when a student asked me, “Sir, can I help you find something?”
Could I really have looked that lost? I suppose that means I really am a composer – walking down a corridor I’ve been walking down since before that student was born, sporting that dazed, outer-space look in my eye that composers get when they are just being themselves.
On a related note (since all notes are related), English critic Jonathan Woolf has weighed in on my latest CD, Bridge’s release of four of my quartets. And though I can’t promise to find my way to my own kitchen, I can help you find the review: