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| Sowash: "The Kitchen" from “Our Home”, Saxophone Quartet.When I was a Boy Scout, I figured out that there are two good reasons to volunteer to do the cooking on a campout. First, you can fix the food the way YOU like it to be cooked. Second, you don’t have to clean up; you can say, “OK, you guys, I cooked, now you wash the dishes.” They'll grumble, but they’ll do it. I love to cook. I love everything about it. My favorite spatula, our dear old cast iron skillet, the Japanese knife my son gave me for Christmas, our colorful porcelain Provençal olive oil dispenser, our brass pepper mill, my Kelly-green apron. Searching out the recipes, buying the groceries at historic Findlay Market and at Avril’s, Cincinnati's great downtown butcher shop. I love the cooking, the serving, even the clean up (which I do nowadays, there being no Scouts handy). For an example of the kind of cooking I like best, see the cheesecake recipe at the bottom of this message. Our kitchen is tiny. When our now-retired pastor, a Texan, visited our apartment and saw our kitchen, she put her hands on her hips, shook her head and said, “Wall! This here’s what we call a one-ass kitchen.” She had it right. I say that a kitchen should be judged by the quality of the food that comes out of it. Jo is tired of hearing me say that. She yearns for “a nice kitchen” like the one we had in our first home as newlyweds, back in Bellville, Ohio. It was a sweet place. We still refer to it as The Little Yellow House. The rooms were small, but the kitchen was big enough to accommodate two or more persons without unduly frequent bumpings of bums and elbows. We loved that house. We could hardly believe it was ours. It seemed to us that it must belong to someone else: serious, grownup people; not a couple of goofy kids like us. When we painted a room, we said, “I sure hope whoever REALLY owns this house won’t object to the new colors we’ve chosen.” In those days, we were taken with the watercolors of the Swedish painter Carl Larsen. He depicted the rooms of his home, showing his family doing ordinary things -- watering house plants, reaching for a utensil, setting the table. Charmed, we bought prints of his paintings, framed them, hung them on the walls of our home. "Our home!” A thrilling phrase. I decided to try something along the same lines, as a composer, using our home as a subject matter for a piece of music. In 1978 I wrote a suite in seven movements, one for each room of the house, each movement expressing the character of that room. The first movement, entitled “The Kitchen,” is bubbling and merry. I scored the work for flute, oboe, clarinet and bassoon and invited friends to our home to play and listen to the premiere. “Chamber” music, indeed! Not long ago, a saxophonist friend, Bill Perconti, re-scored the work for saxophone quartet. To hear Bill and his Alloy Saxophone Quartet playing "The Kitchen" from Our Home, click here: http://www.sowash.com/ To see a PDF of the score, click here: http://www.sowash.com/ |
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