Duet for Two Pianos, Two Hands

Less than a year and the boy is already practicing with great enthusiasm - and one keyboard isn't enough. Clearly, he's interested in exploiting the timbral differences between the Steinway grand and the baby grand. I might have been skeptical of the artistic intent, but Alex Ross has taught me to find beauty and meaning in the lengthy pauses, the sudden sforzandi, the experimental tunings, and the isolated motivic cells - not to mention the unexpected sprechstimme. (I've always balked at having to talk/sing/whistle while playing, but I'm so 20th century.) Each time I listen, the music makes a bit more sense. And this composer is much cuter than Morton Feldman.