In The Dybbuk, Khonnon dies when it becomes clear that his love is to remain unrequited. Whereas most similar tales would end right there, Khonnon's death is only the first step in the journey to fulfill the great longing of the doomed would-be lovers. To me, the instrument in its contemporary usage suggests an incredible gamut of gestures, dynamics and emotions. I was asked to write a short piece incorporating, in any way desired, the group's name into its format, which turned out to be an interesting challenge.
Repetition is the essence of comprehensibility.
While the initial temptation was to use the term loosely, I found myself intrigued by the idea of having strict repetition, without giving the appearance of arbitrary formalism. They are essential for they give the piece coherence, but they may or may not be consciously perceived as repetitions on first hearing. They are my private game. I have dedicated the work to the memory of Karen Monson, a writer, critic and friend, who died in February 1988 at the age of 42. For me, each instrument or group of instruments implies not only a set range and a particular tone-color, but also certain dramatic and gestural possibilities.