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- Bent Lorentzen
Flamma (2001)
- Edition Wilhelm Hansen Copenhagen (World)
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Bent Lorentzen
Flamma,
For percussion and organ
Dur. 8 min.
First performance in Århus at the Numus Festival 2002
FLAMMA (latin: flame) is written for the rather seldom combination of instruments: organ and percussion. You can ask why this combination of instruments is so seldom used, even if it is very effective and full of possibilities. Maybe it is because of the very different associations that the two instruments evoke.
Normally the organ is connected to the liturgical tradition and the percussion (on the other side) to something secular. What has interested me in this connection between organ and percussion is the character of the fire and the flame and their combination with the psychological associations.
The fire is of a strange incorporeal nature. It is lighting, it is flashing, it is forming wildly flickering tongues of fire. It is transparent, thin and fine, milling, a dazzling flame-thrower, and it is rhythmical and non-rhythmical at the same time. In one moment it is soundless, the next moment it is apocalyptically noisy as a mighty, uncomfortable omnivorous inferno of attacking airplanes followed by corroding yellow phosphorous and quavering mass of smoke.
Flamma,
For percussion and organ
Dur. 8 min.
First performance in Århus at the Numus Festival 2002
FLAMMA (latin: flame) is written for the rather seldom combination of instruments: organ and percussion. You can ask why this combination of instruments is so seldom used, even if it is very effective and full of possibilities. Maybe it is because of the very different associations that the two instruments evoke.
Normally the organ is connected to the liturgical tradition and the percussion (on the other side) to something secular. What has interested me in this connection between organ and percussion is the character of the fire and the flame and their combination with the psychological associations.
The fire is of a strange incorporeal nature. It is lighting, it is flashing, it is forming wildly flickering tongues of fire. It is transparent, thin and fine, milling, a dazzling flame-thrower, and it is rhythmical and non-rhythmical at the same time. In one moment it is soundless, the next moment it is apocalyptically noisy as a mighty, uncomfortable omnivorous inferno of attacking airplanes followed by corroding yellow phosphorous and quavering mass of smoke.
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