Once, in early January, I decided I needed to escape from the city for a while so I went out to the easternmost point of Long Island. I ended up on an abandoned stretch of beach...

the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

A particular sense of metaphor, of transfer, has been at the heart of my pursuit of a musical language in which formal devices and their exp