This is one of my lighter-toned compositions, created for summer festival Bled in 2009. It is a concertino type piece for small orchestra in three movements which a played without a "coughing" break. The opening movement is a bit uneasy with constant merging of various instrumental solos or small groups. The second movement is a slow and contemplative with long melodic arcs while short finale starts out almost in banal imitation of classical music and slowly becomes more complex while maintaining its basic expression.
So... you did write this, right?
If you had fooled me into believing that this was an arrangement of a song by, say, Stephen Foster (such as this one), I would have totally bought it. It is THAT good.
This was the first time I was trying to compose slaps for flute (on this recording, the alto flutist was not yet skilled to play slaps though), more freely floating music with sense of lacking clear pulsation (the aleatorics cannot be found in my music until 2008) while thinking how could I become more sort-of atonal without betraying my love for beauty in music.
Oh, no. I'm pretty sure it was obvious. A friend of mine was recording it, and he still swears to this day that, gosh, he somehow managed to forget to push record and missed the first movement. Yeah, right. The best part was that, having somehow made it through the rest of the piece without just dying of shame on the spot, which has about 20 minutes of just alto solo, I make it off stage and through the door with the other soloists and go "Expletive, expletive, expletive! How the expletive did I manage to do that! Oh my God!" Forgetting that, since the rest of the choir is filing out just after the soloists, the door is going to open again in a second or two. The audience may have gotten an earful of profanity.