Two Bass Clarinets and Piano ● Spring 2019 ● 4:00
I wrote Drift during my second winter in Fargo, while the snow in my yard was easily four feet deep. The piece started with other ideas, but after weeks of working through them nothing really worked, and I found myself spending a lot of time looking wistfully out the window as the snow continued peacefully falling, marveling at the novelty of snow and thinking ahead to warmer weather. This piece is that feeling. Drift calls forth the dual recollection of snowdrifts experienced on a lazy weekend and the aimless drifting one might do down a river in the summer.