In 1996, I walked the pilgrimage to Compostela across France and Spain. During these months, I conceived of a series of works that could musically enact the slow transformations of the individual that experience creates.
TextBased on memory and rough . . . notes, I have written this account...
(Beards... Horse... memory ... felt hat... memory...)
I was wearing a wide felt hat...
One of them hit it and knocked it off my head. I raised my fist
to hit the man.
They seem to be mean people...
They dry themselves and comb their beards.
I was cold that night and caught some indecent disease.
We rode through the mountains for four days without seeing
any human habitation.
I was in great danger.
I will continue trying...
A poor man passed by.
Call the man over...
Eat with us...
If it is not as well said as others might have, I beg pardon.
from Galen R. Kline, The Voyage d'Outremer by Bertrandon de la Broquire Translated, Edited, and Annotated with an Introduction and Maps (New York / Darmstadt 1988) 1, 20, 58, 63, 66, 170.
Merkin Concert Hall, New York March 30, 2005